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Five years and a few months. That was how long it had been since Khith had joined the caravan. And also five years since Ellaira had told him he was dead to her. Not a day had passed that he had not thought of her.

This was the fourth time he had come back to Fheren since leaving. Again with very mixed feelings. Of course he was glad to see his friends and family again. To catch up with the villagers. Eat and drink some of the local specialities he grew up with. But never finding what he hoped for the most: Ellaira. The girl he had given his heart to and who broke it. Khith shook his head. She wasn’t here. Her grandparents said that she had written to them a few times, but not a word for him. It didn’t surprise him. He was told that after he left, she had mourned him as if he were truly dead. Why write to a ghost?

He wasn’t sure why, but something had lured him to the old watchtower. A place he and Ellaira used to spend a lot of time together in better days. When they were still together. Perhaps he hoped it would help him remember those days better. To dull the feeling of loss. Instead of images of looking out over the sunlit trees while holding hands, it had brought up a replay of their last goodbye. Khith tried to blame the dreary weather, but that didn’t make it any better. It only made him realize how much it still hurt.

Closing the tower's door behind him, he left, slowly walking down the stairs, back to the caravan. He could not bear the thought of spending the evening with everyone and everything reminding him of his past.

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Just another little bit of Khith 's story. Also a test for something that didn't make it into the picture. It worked. It just didn't suit the image. Because it was going to be something else entirely, but then the elf boy decided to take a trip down memory lane and this happened.

For more of this boy, go to www.deviantart.com/morimann/ga…

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Render: Daz 4.12 Iray
Postwork: PS CS2
Character is my own.

Description

Five years and a few months. That was how long it had been since Khith had joined the caravan. And also five years since Ellaira had told him he was dead to her. Not a day had passed that he had not thought of her.

This was the fourth time he had come back to Fheren since leaving. Again with very mixed feelings. Of course he was glad to see his friends and family again. To catch up with the villagers. Eat and drink some of the local specialities he grew up with. But never finding what he hoped for the most: Ellaira. The girl he had given his heart to and who broke it. Khith shook his head. She wasn’t here. Her grandparents said that she had written to them a few times, but not a word for him. It didn’t surprise him. He was told that after he left, she had mourned him as if he were truly dead. Why write to a ghost?

He wasn’t sure why, but something had lured him to the old watchtower. A place he and Ellaira used to spend a lot of time together in better days. When they were still together. Perhaps he hoped it would help him remember those days better. To dull the feeling of loss. Instead of images of looking out over the sunlit trees while holding hands, it had brought up a replay of their last goodbye. Khith tried to blame the dreary weather, but that didn’t make it any better. It only made him realize how much it still hurt.

Closing the tower's door behind him, he left, slowly walking down the stairs, back to the caravan. He could not bear the thought of spending the evening with everyone and everything reminding him of his past.

***

Just another little bit of Khith 's story. Also a test for something that didn't make it into the picture. It worked. It just didn't suit the image. Because it was going to be something else entirely, but then the elf boy decided to take a trip down memory lane and this happened.

For more of this boy, go to www.deviantart.com/morimann/ga…

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Render: Daz 4.12 Iray
Postwork: PS CS2
Character is my own.