A familiar endeavor

Memories......the very substance of memories was one that varied with each individual, but for one of the intellectual, one of the wise.....a magi, memories were a necessity. They allowed a wizard to access vaults of knowledge that are locked away in their every hungry minds, however, for Dalanor, they seemed to be a cause for intense headaches that sometimes left him begging for relief. This was caused by his situation. When he had been exiled from Greystar, he had been stripped magically of his memories, and the effect it had on him was something akin to a burning desire to reclaim what was lost. However, what had been thought impossible was occuring now....his memories were returning to him periodically and the strain of his mind struggling against the spells that had been performed in the process of stripping his memories left him with intense headaches.

One of the memories that had returned to him recently was a way for him to return to the feywild.....a ritual that all Eladrin could perform as easily and efficiently as the simple act of channeling the magic around them. This ritual had also been stripped from him, leaving him unable to see his home in any way and without a way to enjoy the immense beauty of the feywild. However, now, with that specific ritual in his grasp once more, he had decided it was time to return to the feywild....if only to see it's beauty once more. The problem was that he did not wish to disturb kharask....being that the Arkhosian was keeping watch of their charge for their current contract. Thus, exiting his room at the inn was going to be a problem....unless he tapped into his magic to do so.....and with a thought, he disappeared with a dull, quiet pop, reappearing for an instant at the top of the stairs, but instantly, he was gone again as if he had never been there. When he reappeared outside of the inn, he sighed with relief. He knew Kharask would have tried to stop him from leaving in the night, and so he had wanted to leave without him knowing.

"Sometimes, just being a part of this group is more trouble than it's worth......."

Dalanor shook his head, straightening his robes, and made his way just outside of the town. He was surveying for magical auras and conflicting energies, searching for a place that tied to the feywild, even if it were only a temporary point....and after about 20 minutes, he found what he was looking for...a spot where the magical energies converged, creating an ideal waypoint for the ritual in question. He took the time to prepare, building his will and allowing it to flow through him as if he were a conductor, and after a few moments, he was ready. Focusing on the point of energy in the area, he began to channel his will into the area, little by little until he found himself pulled away, only to find himself standing amidst a lush forest of a truly Vibrant green color that took his eyes a moment to adjust to. Not only was everything more vibrant, but he felt a deeply vast expanse of magical energy all around him that actually brought him to one knee for a moment before his senses adjusted.

He stood, looking around with a small smile on his face, feeling a bit of a weight lift from his shoulders now that he could return home, if only for a while, and even if he was not welcome within Greystar.....

"Ah, a young wizard of the Eladrin.....you are a fair distance from Greystar young one...."

Dalanor started, his hand going to his wand almost instantly.......

"Come now, there is no need for you to jump to a defensive posture, nor will you need to turn to your mediocre grasp on the fabric of the arcane."

Dalanor felt a slight burning on his upper left arm, and through his robes, the mark that labeled him an outcast from his home glowed brightly, as if it were a part of the robes.

"Ah, you are *orar....(elven for outcast) I see now."

With a fluttering of wings, a strange white owl with flecks of silver in it's feathers and silver tipped wings perched on alow branch in front of Dalanor. The Eladrin replaced his wand in the leather loop that hung from his belt........and ran his fingers through his hair, calming himself.

"Ah a Mosor Orn (elven for spirit owl). Interesting....what is it you want of me? I am only here to see the beauty of this place....to remind myself of what it is I strive to return to......"

The owl cocked it's head to the side, as if studying the wizard.......

"You are lost, unknowing....and yet, there is a part of you that seems to be in conflict.....yes....you doubt yourself and your every action. It is all there in your eyes young wizard....perhaps I can offer you my guidance. You are very much in need of a companion to which you can turn to and confide in. I see potential in you, however, it will never be reached so long as you doubt. I offer you this...I will bond to you, offering you my wisdom and insight, and also, my eyes......however, in turn, you will allow me to accompany you to further explore and gain knowledge. There is much that will satisfy my intellectual thirst for knowledge in the material realm.....do you accept?"

Dalanor took everything that the creature was saying, listening intently. His better judgement told him not to enter a pact with a fey creature, and yet, he could discern no deception from this being........

"I accept, however, only on one condition......your name. You must tell me your name......"

The owl cooed gently....

"My name is Thaelae Molaesol (elven for Frela Silverwing) however, for simplicity purposes, you may call me Frela. I shall return with you wizard, but I want to observe you in the material plane, and so, for 24 hours, you will not see me.....I will follow, but remain distant...and if you have comrades, I wish to see your relationship to them as well....."

Dalanor nodded, his eyes alight, and yet, a hint of worry there.....how would he explain Er'entaelik? That was sure to cause an issue........

"That is understandable. My time remaining here is short....the passage I used was only temporary and I know not when it will close......If we are to leave, we must leave now......"

Frela perched herself on his shoulder and dalanor repeated the process he had used before, and he and frela were drawn back to the material realm, near where he had entered the rift. However, Frela took off in a fluttering of wings. Dalanor shook his head as he made his way back to the inn, and as before, he feystepped back to his room, a smile on his face. He was sure that this was a sign that he was on the right track to regaining his memories.......
If nothing else, he had at least acquired a new contact, and a valuable one at that.....she could be his eyes and ears.....he could utilize her i n many different ways to acquire information and to better make informed decisions.....

"Interesting day......."

With that, Dalanor entered his trance to rest his mind and body and reflect upon the events of the past few days........


((Not my best post....I have been finding it hard to write creatively lately, but it may just be due to the fact that I haven't blogged in a while.....another post to come soon......))