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Secretive Ceru
She awoke slowly at first, blinking and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She had been horribly exhausted and remembered very little at first, then, his eyes washed through her mind, large and luminous. Eerie yet comforting all at once. Soft words whispered, fluttered, and floated at the edges of her memory teasing and taunting her. Daring her to remember what they had said. Softly tickling the darkness of her mind like butterfly wings floating on a summer breeze. Was he real...? Was he? She struggled to get up, but found she was no longer in a cave, there was no waterfall, fire, furs, nor even a lake for that matter...had there ever been? Was it all an illusion created by a weary mind? Was Ceru an illusion too? Had she created such a proud indignant character from her own imagination? Was it all a dream? He seemed so real, strange and full of life... She looked all around her, but not a trace of evidence pointing to anything that she had seen the night before in the moonlit opening. She was still in an opening though with warm grassy tufts. She stretched and as she did so she imagined that she could hear water flowing in the distance. Strange, but it was morning and she needed to move while the other Drow would not. They would not travel the open ground in broad daylight to hunt her though she doubted they would be very far behind her. She found that she was wearing different clothes though...more akin to the surface elves...her underdark clothes were neatly packed in a nap sack...was it a nap sack or something more? She sensed protective enchantments on the bag. It seemed to be designed to hold and protect her special underdark clothes from the harm of suns rays. Had she done this? Thinking hard trying still to sort out fuzzy thoughts. She just couldn't remember if she had always had this bag or not. Feeling very perplexed she grabbed it up and moved on down a path near where she had slept. She was cloaked in an elvish cloak that seemed to protect her skin from burning and her eyes from blinding. The moccasins on her feet seemed to increase her speed as she ran...no...flew down the path upon the fleetest of feet. One name still haunting her thoughts...Ceru.
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