Kayse (prime)/Vignette: Goodbye

The temperature had warmed slightly and instead of snow falling, the soothing sound of pitter patter on the roof of the ivy-covered bungalow echoed throughout its walls. A female figure sat at the desk with boots propped up on the surface.  She faced the window, the grey light slightly illuminating her front side as she lazily watched the rain drip down the glass.  Her forehead was furrowed in a pensive expression.  


This is the first time she had been back in her home for an extended stay since Rowmi had left.  The walls no longer felt familiar or welcoming--it was no longer a home.  An idea that she had gotten accustomed to no longer knowing. Despite her attempts at being a part of the Landing community she always felt like the outsider.  Perhaps that was just her defensive nature.   


Part of the reason for leaving River’s Rest was to change and grow.  The past two years in Wehnimer’s had transformed her dramatically--whether it was good or bad, she didn’t know, but it was something that weighed deeply on her lately.  She still had no idea what her purpose was. 


The Aelotoi shifted uncomfortably in her chair.  Perhaps Wehnimer’s wasn’t the place for her to find it.  People had come and gone in her life in those brief fifteen years she had been in this World.  Maybe it was time for her to leave first for once and concentrate on herself. 


The storm began to subside as Kayse emerged from the door of her bungalow.  The flora and trees of the area still dripped with water.  The air crisp with the smell of fresh rain.  The mounds of snow, albeit melted, still dominated the landscape not yielding yet to the signs of spring.  


Her pear green eyes scanned the meadow and her gaze settled on something popping through the snow.  Approaching cautiously, the bright yellow center of a dryad bloom was desperately trying to peak above the slush.  Carefully digging around the plant, Kayse brushed the snow away, a brief smile painting her lips as she admired the flower. 


Kayse leaned forward and whispered to the plant, “I will take you as a sign.”  Giving the dryad a brief wink, she took a deep brief and walked towards the town of Wehnimer’s Landing for possibly the last time..