Luthelian

A dark shadow of fury sat perched in Luthelian's usual seat amongst the eaves above her sister's workbench. The sound of hammers beating against the anvil chimed the impending hour when the shadow would rise from its place as a raging inferno. Though her caramel hair lay straight and delicately around her face in the semblance of peace, the tight knit of her brows and the furious scratching of her quill betrayed her tempestuous mood.

Firelight played over worn parchment as Uilossiel sat within the Hall of Fire, engrossed in a book. She turned the page sideways, eyes roving over a diagram of various bone fractures, and how they were to be set and bandaged. She frowned in concentration, pencil tapping her chin thoughtfully. She had not known there were so many different kinds of bones in the body, nor had she ever given thought to how they might be broken, and later mended.

My dearest journal,

I finally know what it is I have been searching for all these years! All those patrols on the moors, scouting for enemies and beasts, yes...but also more. Something tugging at my mind.

Up in the misty Mountains with my captain and fellow Arrows...I tasted it on the crisp air, heard it with the wargs' howls and felt it as the snow and wind nipped at my face. The thrill, the adventure of being somewhere I had never been. Danger waiting on the next hill. Every movement and sound, a sign that meant life or death.

A crisp breeze wafted up to the higher branches of the tree where Luthelian sat with her legs bent and a leather-bound notebook on her lap. This particular notebook looked as common as any other – no fancy linings or gilt edges – but the owner had taken the liberty to sketch upon its leather surface, all sorts of unrelated images and elvish in all possible directions, that it was quite impossible to guess which cover was the front and in which direction the notebook should be held.

Lothelian swung the door open and slid into her seat at the dinner table, smiling delightedly as delicious smells wafted out of the kitchen. She could see Ada arranging some food on a platter, and Nana slicing bread in the adjourning room. Folding her napkin neatly upon her plate, she looked around for any sign of her older sister, fiddling absently with the pale pink quartz crystal in her pocket.