Tacita

A crimson and black dress was adorned on a young girl, barely eleven years of age. She was dressed like dark royalty, wearing a black crown upon her head. Her hair had grown long, neatly brushed back in curled locks. Her skin was white like snow. Her eyes were a dark gold brown. Seated upon a throne far larger than her, she held a sorcerer's scepter in her little hands, gazing out the red stain glass windows in the dark throne room belonging to her father.

          “To answer these, and all questions you have," Seregrían began, "requires thought and lore. I do not deem it mere chance we encountered each other, especially following hard on your discovery. Fate may be walking with you.  Now tell me this: the name of your birth, Sari Mora? What is its meaning, in your mother's tongue?”

          “I was born to a woman named Sara Mosa," Eira began.  "My name was Sari Mosa. Tell me, Seregrían, have you ever heard of the Nurnhoth?'

Converging Chances

Taking the suggestions of those of the Prancing Pony, Eira decided to take a journey down the Greenway, from the town of Bree to Hengstacer Farm. Of course, with her troubled past and disliking trouble, she took the journey by night. It was thankfully uneventful, and the girl could enjoy some fine scenery on the walk. Her cat, Fisher, trailed along. Along the river beside the Greenway, he managed to catch a nice fish for his late dinner.

Deep in the hilly forests of Emyn Uial, Eira decides to stop running and simply enjoys the serenity of nature. The waterfall refreshes her, clenses her, as she breaths in her new life as a different person. She was born and raised here, despite never being here before. She was lost here, but it was her home. She smiled and the waters bathed her. This was Eira. She was Eira. Eira was home.