Reflections of Vanya Elentari
At Brother E–Sumi–Yan’s urging, I set off for Fullflower Comb in the East Shroud to study the element of wind under Hearer Wulfiue. Her lessons were roundabout at first—sending me to drive away bees by a spring—but through it I learned how disturbances in the air could sway even the smallest lives from their natural course.
When I found and cleansed a pocket of corrupted air, I felt wind’s true nature: not the crushing force of earth, but a thousand tiny cuts, patient and inexorable. Wulfiue seemed relieved to have found such a timely example for my training, though troubled by how often these disturbances now appear. Her worry lingers with me.
Before returning to Gridania, I wandered through the Central Shroud. A sudden rain drove me to shelter, where I spoke with locals until the storm passed. As I continued on, I took time to practice my conjury and aided more folk I met—small moments that deepened my bond with this forest and its people.
Back at Stillglade Fane, Brother E–Sumi–Yan was pleased by my progress, though our conversation was again overshadowed by young Sylphie’s stubborn defiance. She flaunts her healing gift without seeking nature’s balance, heedless of the risk. I pray she does not learn too late the cost of power unanchored.
As for me, I carry on—wind at my back, earth beneath my feet—more certain now that the Light I seek flows through all of nature’s quiet voices.
