- Sundew Scion is a living confluence.
Through her runs the old blood of the Terran sisterhood. The memories of the Elves that were struck down live on in their remaining family, if any, but she must carry not only their memory but their legacy: the teachings, knowledge, secrets, and religion of the Terrans were hers to bear and pass on to the new generation. She is trying with these fledgling seers that had been born all to converts of the Court, and every step is a success worthy of praise in her eyes. To some, they are not true-blooded elves because of their parentage; to her, they represent hope. The sudden spike of Terran-blooded males has also caused a small commotion, and she worries over their health from afar. But they, the new Terrans, the slow return of the druidic circles...They are hers to watch over, just as she watches over the pack still with the high council.
Through her runs the past, present, and future. This is Sundew's calling as a Terran: to not just receive visions from The Mother, but to understand and disseminate her translations to the populace. She understands this, as she does many other things, through the analogy of a garden. She must be careful with her touch, lest the saplings in her care bruise or bend. And yet she must not let it run rampant, lest weeds comes to settle and choke the soil. It is a delicate balancing act, like many things in the Murkwood Court were. She has come to understand it intimately from the flight--from the hidden fears in her chest that had to be suppressed for their sake; from the restless aura of frustration, exhaustion, and fear they woke up to for days; from the haunted looks she still remembers months later, clearer in her mind than any expression of relief or gratitude when their new home had been found. And now mixed with her reliving old pains are the sights of new younglings, old faces returning to them after tragedy, and new faces wishing to learn their ways. Sundew has to face forward rather than behind to make sure the elves are safer and prosperous in their new lives.
So many look to her, now with awe or suspicion rather than desperation. They believe her wise, perhaps even omniscient. She certainly maintains her mask with better composure than ever, knowing that to show weakness invited too much trouble--or worse, made others doubt the words she spoke to heal them of their own. And so Sundew Scion, last of the old blood of the Terran, savior of the elves in their time of dire need, self-named and sworn to the Murkwood Court, and soon to be Speaker, makes herself known and approachable to the populace not just as a mystical figure, but a maternal one. She dives into the sea of whispers as she had dove into the Sea of Sighing, knowing that for good or for ill, she will always work to see them thrive.
Sundew is a living confluence. Through her, many paths cross, and thus many leave their marks upon her like so many paw prints.
Loneliness dogs her steps regardless.
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