beautiful short elf with very large ears and eyes and wavy golden hair with a wolf friend. Excellent with a bow.
this to come later
Daymoon is not of this world, having traveled away from her home world in a citadel and spent many years on another before being sent to this one. In spite of her newness to this world she has a strong connection to nature here and the occasional odd bit of knowledge.
She already feels very close to Sha’re, and she mostly likes everyone, though finds Shona creepy, Queezil someone to watch and RothBart odd and scary.
From the Campfire
Home was a different world. Many things were the same, like the wilderness and wildlife, but many things were very different. Magic, as you know it, is very uncommon. I never knew anyone who could work magic the way you do here. The closest we had was Root. He’s a tree shaper, and my brother too, he’s a healer. Though he did not heal the same way Sha’re does. He had to go into a trance, and he seemed to feel the pain that he was trying to heal away. I guess it was because of that he was seldom able to fully heal someone, though he could, and did, make the difference between life and death, and given enough time he could do many miraculous things. My tribe was more like family than the towns and villages here usually are. Wolves, too, are part of the family. Legend is the High Ones, my ancestors, came to my world in the distant past in some kind of castle ship thing. No, I don’t understand it, though I believe this to be true. The world was very brutal, and most of their magics very weak. My ancestors were not well equipped to survive, but they were stuck. One, the All Mother, did take to my world as if it were her own. She was distressed and worried that her group would not survive unless they too became a part of this world. Towards that end she transformed into a wolf.
Why wolf? Because of how they live. Yes, they are often brutal, and their lives are often short, but they are intelligent, live in social groups and are capable of forming strong bonds that are hard to break. She remained a wolf for the remainder to her time with us. She ran with the leader of the pack, and in time bore children. These half-wolf half-elf children were indeed the savior of the tribe, though it took several generations for them to fully assimilate in. I think this is why all my tribe has such an affinity with wolves, we all bear some trace of wolf blood combined with elf magic. Whatever it is, I know I can speak mind to mind with wolves and even foreign wolves usually tolerate me. Not to mention being able to bond with a wolf as I have with Deepwater.
There are humans on my home world too, but they do not intermingle with us. They think we are demons and evil forest spirits. For our part, my tribe feels humans are dangerous and should be avoided no matter what. Fear makes any animal very dangerous and thinking creatures even more so. The humans lived on the edge of the forest and seldom came deep into it where we lived, so for the most part they could be avoided. But me, from my youngest days something made me curious. I just could not believe they were as hate filled and unthinking as the others believed. I wanted to know more. At the time I could not explain it, but I was discontented and I would constantly, even as a cubling, go closer to the human encampment than I should. I loved my family, but I was drawn to the human like a moth to a flame. I felt a need to learn more and experience more than our simple hunting existence.
Then it came time for my name quest. I now understand that humans and other races are not that different in names from us, but at that time I thought it was just something we did that humans lacked. I knew humans had their own coming of age rituals. For the boy humans it seemed to involve some hunting feat and some other rituals. I had not a clue what it was for the human girl cubs, though I assume they had one. It did seem odd that they had separate rituals for boys and girls, but then humans were odd, their women never joined their hunting parties either. For us it is the same for both boys and girls, though the path of the individual varied greatly based on where his or her heart took them. To make it a bit clearer, most elves in my tribe have at least 3 names. The first we are given at birth by our parents, and we are called it throughout our childhood. Sometimes that name is so appropriate for the elf in question that the cub will keep it always.
The second name an elf earns and is generally called in adulthood. This name is often for some special skill, like Brighteyes becoming Strongbow. My brother, Splinter, became Mend after his talent at mending bones and healing wounds became apparent. When I left home his abilities were no where near the abilities of healers I see here, but then, the elven healing seems to be different in how it works too and who knows how far he has developed them since I left. Some, like Flame, named for her shockingly red hair, remained Flame. But then, her talent with campfires may have helped with that.
The third name is what you call a true name. It is for that name I had to do my name quest. A very few are born knowing it, but most need to go on a quest to find theirs. I was amongst the most. I needed to do the quest to know truly who I am. It was a night of two full moons. Actually that was appropriate since I named at birth for an event involving those moons. You see, the day I was born the Mother Moon came into the day sky and joined Father Sun. Child Moon came running up to meet them and all three were in a line together just as I came to join my parents that day. So as the moons were in the day sky, I was named Daymoon.
As I was saying before, Mother Moon and Child Moon were both full, making everything in the night especially bright when I left on my name quest. I moved silently through the forest in a random direction. I had a bow and knife and a days rations, but I was expected to fend for myself on the quest as hardship and isolation helps to bring you closer to yourself. As I wandered I heard a noise. It was a youngish human in the woods. That was very odd, since the humans usually shunned the night. But then I realized that with both moons full this one could see almost as if it were daytime. Still it was very unusual. Alone at night with only a knife at the belt. Even if it were daytime this would be weird. And the human looked too young to be a hunter. I chose to follow. I was just too curious. I was not abandoning my quest. I could go where ever I wanted on a name quest, as long as I fended for myself and I did not return before knowing my name and myself.
short story about the adventure following the human and learning how Daymoon’s calling and Way is to learn more about things beyond her tribe to be inserted here
I returned, not joyous as I thought I would, but with mixed feelings. I now knew myself. I was glad to see my family, but I knew I would not be able to stay. I would either be putting the tribe in danger or denying my true self. I chose not to say anything at first. I did not want to spoil the joy my parents were feeling with the sorrow I was feeling. So I joined in the feasting that night, and said not a word about what I was truly feeling. I thought I was doing fine at hiding my emotions, but I did not count on the perceptiveness of my chief. He watched and waited until he thought it was time for me to come clean.
I will not go into the whole thing; it was a very painful and uncomfortable time. But he helped my parents to understand that I had to follow my heart and that my Way and the tribes Way were not the same. I needed to explore and learn. To be true to myself I needed to learn more about the humans and such, and for the tribes’ safety, I had to do it very far away from them. They were not happy, but they did come to understand. It was shortly after that that I left my home for the last time. I never thought I would leave my home world as well as my home tribe. I really miss them and I would love to visit them but I do love the life I have, hardships, dangers and all.