The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I’m always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart
Toene gently laid down her bow next to her and leaned forward to enjoy her meager campfire’s warmth. Her companion, the brown bear whom she’d playfully nicknamed Brother, was off somewhere – probably trying his mettle against the fish in a nearby river. Darkness was descending in the area and the forest was filling with nighttime sounds, but the young Sylvari hardly cared. She ran her hand through her blond-with-green, leafy hair that was quite typical with her kind, while sinking into her recollections of the past days.
Much had happened and left a devastating trail straight though Toene’s heart.
A great victory had been won, but at what price?
Toene pulled her knees against her chest and wrapped her arms around them, wincing against the pain of multitude of bruises and cuts still on the mend. She thought of Forgal Kernsson, the tall, imposing Nord whom she’d spent so many months with, adventuring through the forests and mountains of Tyria. He’d been as much her cornerstone as she had been his after the Risen activity had multiplied on the coasts and had led to the capturing of Claw Island off the coast of Lion’s Arch. Forgal, with his uncanny ability to keep her on the path towards the completion of her Wyld Hunt, had indeed taught the lithe Sylvari woman a lot about life. And from now on she’d have to make do without his grin and twinkling eyes.
“I thought you’d be long asleep, Commander” a deep voice sounded from behind Toene. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Trahearne, another friend of hers, slowly walking towards the campfire, then sitting down a couple of feet away from her. One could see Trahearne was no sapling Sylvari – his skin was mixed shades of dark green and brown, as was his hair. Yet his eyes were a bright amber yellow. They looked at her curiously.
Toene shrugged. “I wasn’t sleepy” she replied simply, turning back to the campfire.
The two Sylvari sat in silence, listening to the crackling of the fire and the wind blowing through the trees around them. Some moments later they heard something approaching through the darkness and while Trahearne grew alert, Toene waved her hand to calm him. A great furry form emerged from the bushes on the other end of the campsite, carrying something in his mouth.
“It would seem Brother brought us dinner”, Trahearne chuckled.
Toene watched, a small smile turning the sides of her mouth upwards, as the great brown bear pushed through the undergrowth and trotted next to her. Brother then promptly opened his mouth, dropping the two large rainbowfish into Toene’s lap and growled low – the sound vibrating through the two sitting Sylvaris and making then quite glad the fuzzy creature, closer to 800 than 500 pounds in weight and quite imposing to see up close, was on their side!