Kayonie Striker
A young Draenei woman would sit down in the middle of the Tauran camp. Even a day after her arrival and helping the inhabitants of the town alongside her Tauren guide and companion she is still eyed with distrust and plain curiosity. Kayonie would withdraw a small crystal from her satchel, and hold it at the tips between her thumbs and index fingers. After several moments the crystal would warm to her mind, a latticework of memories and thoughts being carved deep inside of the crystal. The designs are far too small to see with the naked eye, but they continue to sketch themselves through the crystal.
When a Shaman is young in the Draenei people, they will be taken to a place where the four elements exist. There they will be inspected, and tested by the great elementals until one of the four claims the shaman for their own. From that point forward the shaman will exist to commune between the Element, and the rest of the world.
For the elements, it is a chance to continue the cycle, to continue subduing all the energy that makes for chaos in our world by recruiting another practicer of their style of order. For the shaman, this is the chance to finally find yourself. You are placed by yourself, to survive because of yourself. This transformation allows you to become the instrument of the elements, perfectly free to give life to those who practice order, and death to those who practice chaos.
It has been nearly three weeks since Nes broke my heart twice. I understand his desire to leave, I am not of great birth or beauty. I am not desirable in any fashion. but to choose another creature to share his life with so soon? His actions spread chaos into my mind and heart, further shattering what self worth he had brought into my life. I had to escape. I had to find order again. I cannot exist without the instruction of the Elementals. they are my teachers, and I their student. I admit that they were correct about him, though I will never recant my decision to save his life. However I cannot exist in chaos, I must calm myself, and become tranquil again.
I chose to leave the cities and towns behind, and to merely walk alongside the elements once more. Only a few days into my journey I was met by two Sin'Dorei. One was known to me, Matron Lili. It was good to see her again and we had a good conversation. The other was not. His name escapes me, but he was a servant of Nestaron, and his name once again reminded me of the chaos I am striving to defeat. Before we could fully speak over what occurred our attention was required elsewhere. We found a dwarf, who had overburdened a poor Elekk. The young creature trumpeted in pain, but this dwarf's ears were covered by the ringing of gold profits from some foul brew.
We rescued the Elekk from him, and her care fell into my hands. The matron and the servant left us to each other, two creatures, abused by our masters, now fending for each other. We continued our journey south, and there we met a Tauren brave named Maga'Namu.
We traveled further south still towards a Tauren encampment. Maga dove into a river to assess its depth, and when he did not return I grew worried and dove in after him. To my horror I found a great fish had the Tauren in its mouth to the tail. Before I could react however something occurred that I did not expect. He came back.
My elemental guide did not wait until my Pilgrimage to claim me as a water shaman. that occurred when I was still a small child on Draenor. After my parents died he said that he would always watch over me. I thought that promise died when my abilities were removed, but he came back. He forced the fish to release Maga, and we both escaped the water with just a few minor hurts.
Why did he come back? Why??
We traveled to the encampment, and my acclimation there has progressed as expected. Many still think of me as an alliance butcher, responsible for the slaughter of innocent Taurens. A few however have begun to accept me. Hopefully with time that number will increase.
Why did he come back? I cannot shake that question from my mind. Nor can I answer it.
Maga is not that bad of a traveling companion. To be quite plain his hooves are very strong and admirable. His body strong and coarse, nothing like Nestaron, but maybe that is good. Maybe his heart is not cold... He has horrid table manners though. I think he would eat my wooden plates if seasoned correctly. I will not test that theory though. He is a kind friend, and I am glad to travel with him.
I wish I knew what was in stock for me, and why my guide would return to watch over me. What is my calling? I know for certain it is not to love Nestaron. That job will fall to some noblewoman most likely, someone that may better please him physically and mentally. I can see now it was foolish to think that I could ever sate either of those desires in that man. I will not attempt such again for some time. Instead I will look to helping others in need, and maybe one day my guide will-...
*the memory line would fade as Kayonie is interrupted by a Tauren caff tackle hugging her around the neck, happily asking her in orcish to come play with her and her friends. Kayonie would place the crystal back into her satchel, to be read by any that might hold the crystal in the same fashion as she did, and to simply allow themselves to be at peace.*