34th Day of Autumn, 511 AV
Aoren stood quietly skipping stones across the surface of a pond not far from the walls of Syliras city. He gave the stones a little bit of a kick as they bounced off the surface of the water by following them with his air reimancy. He was in a melancholy mood and while that was not out of the ordinary for the typically withdrawn Drykas there was a hint of hopelessness to his usually more aloof demeanor.
He leaned down and picked up another rounded stone to skip across the waters of the pond. When he stood upright he was startled to see a young woman standing not far off. He jumped and dropped the stone. It rolled across the banks of the pond and settled near her feet. She smiled and picked it up then walked over to Aoren who was slightly on edge.
Her gait wasn’t threatening in any way. She wore only a simple homespun gown in earthen colors. With long brown hair, blue eyes and an open face she seemed exactly the opposite. The young woman held up her hands as if in surrender.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Aoren blinked and cleared his throat.
“It’s okay. I uh…just wasn’t expecting to see anyone here.” The young woman nodded and extended a hand bearing the stone he dropped.
“You dropped this.” Aoren opened the palm of his right hand to her. She deposited the smooth stone into his hand and he rubbed his fingers along its surface. Somehow it seemed smoother.
“Thank you.” He moved as if to throw the stone across the surface of the pond.
“Have you been making wishes?” He stopped mid-throw and looked at the young woman both puzzled and slightly annoyed. Aoren wasn’t in the mood for a conversation with a stranger.
“What?” He dropped his hand with the smooth stone still gripped between the tips of his fingers. The young woman looked at him with mild amusement dancing in her eyes.
“Wishes. You know, dreams yet to come true. Have you been making wishes with each stone you skip?” Aoren looked at her as if she had just sprouted a second head and was now a foaming at the mouth.
“Uh..no. I haven’t been making wishes.” He moved as if to skip the smooth stone again but paused when he realized that the young woman was watching him. He dropped his hand and glanced at her. “Can I help you?”
“Maybe you should try it.” She looked at him with sparkling eyes.
“Try what?” The young woman sighed lightheartedly and practically danced on the balls of her feet.
“Making a wish, of course!”
Aoren sighed and scratched the tip of his nose with his index finger. He rubbed the smooth stone between his fingers and shook his head.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Aren’t your brothers or…or someone going to come looking for you?” The young woman twirled slightly and cast her gaze to the heavens. The young Drykas was beginning to think that she was a tad bit daft but he wasn’t going to be that rude.
“Oh. They’re around. But! Back to the wishing!” Aoren ran a hand through his hair. He hadn’t shaved it in a few weeks so it had grown out. The mahogany brown tresses curled ever so slightly around his face.
“Why with the wishing? What even makes you think skipping stones over a pond can grant a wish anyways?” She smiled at him and shrugged.
“Why not? People do stranger things to grant wishes. Throwing coins in a fountain. Whispering to a shooting star. Breaking the breast bone of a chicken. Why not skip stones across a pond?”
Aoren blinked at her. Who was she? He shook his head and placed the smooth stone in his pocket. Turning on the heel of his boot he quietly began to walk away from the strange woman and her even stranger fantasy.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Aoren glanced over his shoulder and called out.
“Somewhere else.” She huffed and gave an exasperated sigh.
“Well you can’t just leave me out here! Not by myself.” Aoren stopped and turned to face her at an angle.
“And why not? You made it here yourself. Besides, you said your brothers or whoever are around.” She wrung her hands and chewed on her bottom lip.
“They are. Just…not “around” around.”
“And what does that mean?” She shrugged and Aoren pinched the bridge of his nose before dropping his hand.
“Right. Well. It was nice meeting you. I am going to…go…somewhere.” He kept his sentence vague and waved a hand dismissively before turning and continuing on his way. As he walked he heard footsteps behind him. Sighing heavily the young Drykas turned to face the woman ready to give her a piece of his mind. He stopped short though. When he turned around all he saw was the still water of the pond. The only sound was the wind rustling through the trees. Aoren looked around a little bit confused. He took a few steps back toward the pond and looked from right to left.
“Get yourself together, Aoren.” Shaking his head Aoren made his way back to Syliras city. He wasn’t very far from the main gates. It was going to be a long night but it was a night he was willing to endure.
Like so many others.