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| - Doris, known to her Elf-friends as Rainsong, was a Metropolis woman.
- Rainsong crept out of the tent, glancing left to right for a sign of the nightwatch. The silver light of the moon shimmered on the leaves, but showed no burly bulls nearby. She turned back briefly as a small cry escaped from the straw pile in the corner. She smiled at her infant son as he tossed in his sleep, tussled mane and suckling thumbs. He showed no sign of waking up... it was safe to go now. Tucking the tent flap into place, she wrapped her linen cloak around her white shoulders, and stole away through the trees to the north. The further she found herself from camp, the more quickly she trod, until a brisk trot carried her into the deep dark woods of Windshear Crag. The cool night shivered her bones and brightened her breath as it escaped her panting mouth. The tunnel was up ahead,
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| - Doris, known to her Elf-friends as Rainsong, was a Metropolis woman.
- Rainsong crept out of the tent, glancing left to right for a sign of the nightwatch. The silver light of the moon shimmered on the leaves, but showed no burly bulls nearby. She turned back briefly as a small cry escaped from the straw pile in the corner. She smiled at her infant son as he tossed in his sleep, tussled mane and suckling thumbs. He showed no sign of waking up... it was safe to go now. Tucking the tent flap into place, she wrapped her linen cloak around her white shoulders, and stole away through the trees to the north. The further she found herself from camp, the more quickly she trod, until a brisk trot carried her into the deep dark woods of Windshear Crag. The cool night shivered her bones and brightened her breath as it escaped her panting mouth. The tunnel was up ahead, she had found it a dozen times before, she barely needed to see. The wind in the leaves sang a song that guided her past thorns, stickly branches, and murky nets of slick and sticky spidery silk. The song changed, and she felt the walls of the mountain closing up. She saw the gaping cave entrance, beckoning her within. She sighed, and pulled out a small satchel of herbs. A touch of fadeleaf for luck, she said, crushing the dried leaves and scattering them at the entrance. A deepmoss spider, alerted by the sound, skittered down the rockface and reared up before her, dripping fangs exposed and threatening. No, no... said Rainsong. I am not who you want, not now... shhh... be still. She waved her gentle white hand before its many eyes; they quickly drew dark with sleep. She smiled with confidence of accomplishment. With a quick glance behind, for which she reprimanded herself with a frown, she crept into the tunnel. Ahh... to have the stealth and alert eyes of the cat, she thought. But soon enough! Elvuya waited patiently by the tunnel entrance, melding with the shadows to avoid the prowling wolves and bears. Not that they would bother me, she thought. I know them too well. She watched the moon do its slow dance across the clear sky. It's a peaceful night in Ashenvale, she thought to herself. Ah, but if her comrades of Astraanar only knew what she was doing... Such a peace would not last long. Her sharp ears perked up at the small subtle sounds of padding hooves coming through the moss covered tunnel. Ahh, you have come, she said as she melted out of the shadows and bowed before her student. I am here, friend, said Rainsong in her own tongue. They had given up trying to understand each other's words many meetings ago. Rainsong's inquisitive eyes spoke the question before she whispered in hushed Taurahe, what lesson do we learn tonight? Elvuya smiled warmly, taking her apprentice by the hand and leading her into the deep dark thick nature of the vale.
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