Battered and Exhausted

Patrolling is always dangerous, so is caravan detail, and many other duties looked after by the Akh'Velar. This, coupled with maintaining peace and respect within the city, makes the life of a Mathor or recruit very stressful and unforgiving. Even more so for one who is not a member of the fair folk of the Cormanthor Forest put was raised and tought their ways.

With all the stress of patrols, guard duty, caravan duty, maintaining peace, dealing with miscreants, stoping in-fighting between people granted access to the City of Song and it's surrounding areas, dealing with the constant unwelcomeness of older elves and zealious followers of the old elven ways, and, last but not least, the fact Cealine is now with child. Tracker can be seen less and less in the cloak of the Akh'Velar. Not that he has given up on the protectors of Myth Drannor but because he has little energy to even leave Cealine and his room. He knows he will get even more looks of disgust and utter contempt and that fact that he, a human, has tainted elven blood and beauty by concieving a half elven child.

It is not this hate and contempt that keeps him from revealing himself more then for basic needs and duties. It is because of what he fears he will do once that disrespect is vocalized his direction.

Alone, in his room at the inn, Tracker rests his weary head in cupped hands and stares at a blank piece of parchment, his eyes barely open because of the exhaustion of his duties and lack of sleep. He lets loose a heavy sigh before moving one of his hands to pull a second parchment from under the first. On it is written of the news of Cealine's pregnancy and both Meleikki and Moonbow symbols can be seen. He rolls the notice up and walks with slow and heavy footsteps to the keeper of the inn. Handing him a few coins he asks for the notice to be copied and posted about Myth Drannor, the camp, and the farms.

Then he walks back to his room, letting the door close hard behind him and lets out a sigh of hesitance followed by a prayer.

Meleikki, My Lady, give me the strength needed to weather the comeing storm and the courage to face my soon-to-be accusors without bloodshed.. I alone do not have it..." He sighs again and ends the prayer then returns to his desk to cup his head in his hands and stare blankly again until he can think of something to write or sleep overtakes him.

*a small knock can be heard on Tracker's door as the door open he says simply*

You are difficult to find - elaborate.

*Wipes the drool from his face*

Tracker wakes with a start and the knock and the door opening. Weary eyes glance over his shoulder as Wythran speaks. Tracker simple shrugs and stifles a yawn before standing and turning to him. "I do my duty and sleep. I take care of Cealine for she is carrying my child. From the experiences of Tohrm and Auryne I know what to expect out there and I am afraid of what might happen." He folds his arms across his chest and leans against the desk. "I don't know what to do next..." he simply shrugs again, at a loss for words.

Auryne joins the two in the office carrying a little half elven infant in her arms. She smiles warmly at him though her eyes show a hint of worry.

"Tracker, dont let the blind hate of other people make you turn away from your love, family and home. You are among friends here and we will always stand by your side to support and help you no matter what befalls. Most of those that scorn at unions between humans and elves do so out of deeply ingrained prejudices, it will be our duty to show them the error in their ways and that all good races can live together in harmony and peace for the greater good of all. This i believe with all of my heart and i will fight to my last breath to make that dream, that other elves before me had, come true once again."

She then hands the little Lyrisia to Tracker for him to hold and smiles at him.

Tracker smiles as he takes Lyrisia cautiously, holding her a little awkward for a moment before Auryne shows him a safe way to hold her comfortably. He smiles at the child as he slowly rocks back and forth, after the child settles down he looks up at the two that have joined him. "It's my wish to see all of the goodly races of the surface working and living together as such. I know it can happen and I will continue to do my part too make our dreams come true, please do not doubt that."

With a smile at Lyrisia he plants a light kiss on the infants forehead before handing her back to Auryne and speaking again "But it's not that I fear at what other people might do..." He sighs, then continues. "It's what I will do to them if their hate comes mine or Cealine's direction. For if that happens I will not be in control of my actions." I spark of anger burns deep in his green eyes as his face becomes stonelike. "God's forbid if their blind hate causes an adverse recation." With that his face softens as he looks at Lyrisia again and smiles, the spark once in his eyes extinguishing. "That is why I am here and not out there."