Image is a photograph taken, and edited, by myself
The sun was rising from its slumber, yet Gelvira had been awake for some time. Her mind had kept her awake, or broken her sleep, even she couldn’t be sure. Nevertheless, she made the decision to take Alaric and walk. She had no specific destination – she did not intend to go the Lodge, as that was too close, nor did she intend to make her way toward the settlement of Bree, as that was too populated. She just wished to be alone, with the exception of her beloved hound.
She had separated herself from the Clan to explore the Trollshaws, in search for a specific kind of wood to enhance her work. Although this detour proved problematic in that regard, it was more peaceful than what she was currently experiencing now that she was in Far Chetwood. Of course, it was undeniable that she had missed the company and she did in fact admire them all individually, for all sorts of different reasons. Even though this would never be something she’d like to admit, it was there, but it was likely this would remain in her own thoughts as there was no need for such a revelation of emotion. Despite her joy to be reunited with them, the situation that she arrived to is dire. The Orcs at Nen Harn was a worry, for which seemed to have intensified for her as she had prepared the wooden spears for the training that Hound-Friend was to conduct, and an unbearable tension hung in the air, consuming all those around it.
Gelvira continued to create a greater distance between herself and Snow-Hair’s hut. The wood was dense and thick, and this meant the light that the sun offered was restrictive. As she ventured further, immersing herself through the trees as she’d walk, she’d begin to think of everything else that bothered her. Naturally, Snow-Hair’s absence still affected her, yet she had thought about it less, due to the fact she had work to concentrate on. It was not until now that it really crossed her mind again, and a part of her was preparing to now expect the worse; ‘’She's changed her mind. She’s not coming back.’’ A rare moment of anger then flourished from Gelvira. She was angry at herself for allowing herself to get to this point, where she felt reliant on her return to cure her lack of purpose, but she also felt some anger toward Snow-Hair herself. She had left, and realistically, Gelvira had no choice in the matter. She asked her to stay, and she didn’t, and she was simply left alone to deal with it.
But then.. She remembered the offer for her to join her for which she had declined, and so that ended that. She also realised that she may not have been the most enjoyable around the other members of the Clan, or their guests. Gelvira had distanced herself to concentrate on the tasks she had been given, so that would have been given her entire attention, thus her mind would have less of the tendency to wander off into the turmoil she felt. ‘Are you alright?’, or, ‘How are you holding up?’ were now becoming common questions when someone found themselves in Gelvira’s company, and it frustrated her beyond belief. She believed she had been dealing with her feelings rather discreetly, as leaving them in her mind ensured that no-one else had to hear of it.
Gelvira came to a halt at the top of an incline, her gaze now crossing all aspects of her surroundings. It showed her nothing but peace, and finally, a smile creeped onto her features whilst her inquisitive eyes moved to the sky.
‘Three years.. How has it been so long?’
Today marked the third anniversary of her family’s death. Her mother, father, and three siblings all peacefully rest, as Gelvira found herself here. That’s why her mind was playing tricks on her, leading her away from a more realistic perspective, or so she thought that was the case. She sat there for the rest of the day, with Alaric close by her side, contemplating the new year she had to live without her family alive.
