Distant waves and memories

[Rhonya]

Revantusk village… It had been a while since the she-orc had been here, and the memories were… not that great. The last time she’d been here she had still been bothered by the demons in her head, one actually taken care of in this very town. Rhonya liked the Trolls though, their simple way of doing, their believes and just how they acted. A little like time had always stood still for them, while other races went on with machines, inventions, the Trolls here had always stayed behind a little, keeping to themselves. She liked the simpleness of the village and the fact it was next to the sea. Rhonya hated to be on the water, but to look at the motions of the waves calmed her down.

That was what she was doing right now, sitting on the wooden docks, legs dangling over the edge, the noses of her boots just above the calm water. She leaned over a little looking down at the water. It was getting more difficult again to lean over, to bend, due to her stomach getting in the way now. The twins… A male and female, Grek’thar had said. With a smile on her face Rhonya sat up again, wrapping her arms around her stomach. The smile faded soon enough though when she thought back on the last few days. Firstly, her Vision Quest. It had greatly confused her, the things she had seen. Shrika, calling out to her, but it had not been her of course. She missed her…It had been a long time since they’d last seen each other.

And after that, the ‘vision’ of her and Grek’thar. She was sure it had been them, but throats slit, cub wailing in his arms, and the two bundles that suddenly changed into.. No, she didn’t want to think about that part. The arms around Rhonya’s belly tightened, hugging herself as she stared into her own rippled reflection on the water. The pool of Blight in her vision… she’d looked into it as well,  before the skull had come floating up and the claws that had tried to drag her in. She’d made a mistake there, wanting to grab that skull. It had called out to her so much, such desire had filled her to touch it, to feel it… Her spirit guide had been angry at her as he had to free her when she suddenly found herself standing to her waist in the blight, following the skull.

She had passed it though, the quest. She had survived, even though she still didn’t understand completely what had happened and what it all meant. Rhonya promised to herself she’d speak about it with at least someone. Grek’thar, Grogona or perhaps Therak… She just needed to get it off her chest.

One hand moved up to her cheek, where the bruises were still visible, now a dulled purple color, the place Shargla had hit her. The female had made it clear she didn’t want to be any friends with Rhonya, even though they would probably have to work together soon again. It saddened Rhonya that there was so much one sided hate about a fact she couldn’t even help herself. She had decided to just stay friendly to Shargla, as if nothing had happened, and steer away from her a little unless it was really needed to talk to her or ask her for her help.

First, she’d focus on going on her trip to Winterspring with Therak. She had not mentioned it yet to Grek’thar… Perhaps she’d just send him a note, that she was fine and he didn’t need to follow, she would be back in no time. Rhonya was looking forward to the trip actually, a short time away from the tribe, from the problems there, the exile, the hunt. A short moment with only a few others so she could forget her problems a little while.

The sun sunk down slowly and turned the sea a darker shade of blue while she sat there, watching it silently. A light shiver ran over her spine at the cold wind that now started to blow around her softly. With her hands, Rhonya pushed herself to her feet and made her way back to the village to go and grab a blanket to wrap around herself. The tiredness made her get cold easier. Perhaps some more rest would do her good as well…