The hour was late. Far later than any of her co-staff ever stayed awake. Duskwood already had a habit of blotting out the sun with its looming fog and thick forests... but on a night like tonight, with the moon only a small waxing sliver... it was nearly pitch black. The darkness pressed in against the meager light provided by the crystal in the woman's hand as she pressed through the forest toward her destination.
In the distance, a pack of wolves began howling. Far enough away to not be a concern. Still... Cynnus's pace quickened. She moved as swiftly as she could with her limited visibility... until her destination opened up before her. A large clearing with far more Kal'dorei influence than one ever finds in the Eastern Kingdoms. The Twilight Grove. There was safety here... even if the dark did not relent.
She heaved a deep sigh as she took in the grandeur before her. To one end of the Grove, a moonwell sat, illuminated by the pure arcane energy in its waters.
"Oou wgah yyqZz uhnish guu'lal qwor wgah za kaaxth?" (What answers will she have that I cannot provide?) The voice in her head cooed, as airy and seductive as ever. For the briefest sliver of a moment, Cynnus was almost drawn to it - truly, it would be easier to ask the willing and available, right...?
But then she shook her head vigorously, shutting the voice out. "Be silent." She commanded under her breath, willing the voice away. Elliistra had trained her for this. The Void was hers to control... not the other way around. She just needed to show more determination than it did. Another deep breath... and then to the moonwell she went.
As she reached it, she looked around. How was this supposed to go? Was there a sign, when it was appropriate to speak? Should she just... begin? ...How was praying to a God of the Moon easier than... 'praying' to an ancient cryptid?
"Ysildwen. I imagine... on your list of people you would expect to visit you here... I may not be the last name, but I expect I'm somewhere toward the bottom of the list. I'm... told you are always listening. That I could come here to speak to you. Or at least... speak at you? And you would hear the words." Cynnus stumbled through her introduction, uncharacteristically struggling with her usual eloquence. This was all just so... unusual, for the Ren'dorei. Maureen made it sound like such a pleasant experience. Cynnus... remained unconvinced thus far.
"You gave me a peace offering, recently... Truly I appreciated it. And I respect the amount of trust required for you to prepare a gift of that significance. I thought I might offer one of my own, if that is alright. ...From one follower of Elune to another." From her satchel, Cynnus produced a small necklace. Dangling from the chain was a distinct crescent shape known to any follower of Elune. But this particular moon charm was made from Void Crystal. The same sparkling view of the cosmos that could only come from the Twisting Nether itself. After looking at it for a long moment, she placed it upon the moonwell, where the moonlight shining from within the waters caused its surface to glitter even more brightly. She pressed her hand to it for a moment as it sat there on the rock... just appreciating it for a moment. But then her hand retreated, and she shut her eyes to take another deep breath.
"Perhaps when next we meet, we can discuss what I found from the gift you left me with. The results have been... difficult to piece together, and I hope that by combining my findings with your insight... Well. I am optimistic for progress, at the very least." She nodded then, as if to reaffirm her own statement.
There were so many other things she wanted to say... questions she wanted to ask. Questions she... didn't yet trust to ask. Not here. Not in so awkward a setting. But where else... who else, could possibly know the answers?
"Puul qi'plahf ni oou bormax..." (I could answer them, my sweet...) The voice replied to her thoughts. Cynnus's expression soured as she grit her teeth in frustration.
"Not... now." She sneered, willing the voice away once more. Obediently, it faded away again. For now. Cynnus heaved another sigh, and stood. She looked up into the tree line, as if someone was waiting for her up there?
"There are so many other questions I have... but... let's start by finding a better footing between us, first. Maureen trusts you more than words can say. That... isn't nothing. Perhaps it's enough? I do hope so." She paused, searching for more words. But she was out of them. What else was there even to add? So she turned and left the Moonwell, and her gift, behind. Beginning the trek through the forest once more, back to safer and more familiar lands.