23th of Winter, 507 A.V. ( 18 years old )
The moon was already showing itself in front of the vast night and seemed to shine for just one person, Abelach. She smirked coldly since she realized her train of thoughts were egotistical to say the least. But it didn't help that there wasn't a 'living' soul in the area. She hummed a cheerful and warm tune as she unfolded her heavy tent and commenced to set up camp for the night. Sand and dust seemed to jump in surprise at the folded tent's plummeting onto the ground.
Abelach blinked rapidly as the sand tried to enter her bright, green eyes but the long eyelashes scattered them and caught them midway of their intrusion. Prospecting the earth with her hardened feet to find a spot just soft enough to strike a few pins down to set a base for her tent, she smiled as she found such a spot after a bit of toedigging. She even came across a small rock in the desolate field, so she had something to strike the pins with into the ground.
The entire process of setting up the tent took a good 15 minutes, which may seem long for experienced survivalists or short to citydwellers. But for an inexperienced girl who was sent out to Eloab for a meet-and-greet with a ghost, of all things, she was handling herself relatively well. She has been wandering towards The Keerdash Grove for a couple of days and nights now and eventhough her need for water was still absent she started to feel the loneliness and emptyness of a world without her tribe. 'Maybe that's why they send me out', she thought. ' To remind me that all I have in this world is my family, friends and Deities.'
She smiled, this time more heartfelt and warmer than before, her tribe cared for her and loved her. That's all she needed to know to survive. Yet a single tear came out her eye, not knowing why she looked confused and the salty tear on her copper cheek burned like it was hotter than the sun. It stinged her soul, like there was something important forgotten or lost. She wiped the tear away with the back of her hand and smiled again. This time it was a smile to banish her tears, not a smile created from happyness. Ever since she was of a young age, even younger then now, she felt she had the responsibility to never show her tears. To hide them behind a mask of smiles and cheerfulness. After all, nothing good comes from crying right?
She kneeled down and raised her slender arms high into the air, she was praying. Praying to the Goddess of rivers and the God of Crows. She rehearsed her neverchanging prayer that she was taught in her tribe and followed it up by saying out loud:
' Father, Mother; I will cast my life into the water and the wind. For it is you who decide my path for me. I pleade from you, lend me your strength and I will fulfill my mission on this world without sorrow, remorse or anger. None of those feelings come close to what I feel so strongly for you. I beg of you, have faith in me like I have faith in you. '
She lowered her arms slowly and kneeled even deeper so that her face and arms touched the ground. Once she had rised herself from the soil she entered the tent without giving it a second thought. It almost seemed like she was mad at something. Nobody could tell though, for not even she knew what it was that angered her so.
She slept and dreamt all through the cold night before the first rays of sunlight that hit her face like a warm hand waking her up by gently placing its palm on her face. She got ready and ate a piece of fruit before packing her belongings and getting ready for the last hike to The Grove.
The meeting with the lost soul was not far away anymore.