As she works to bring peace to the land, she too decides to leave for a bit. A new embrace of time, and solitude to think of the things she has learned. Before she goes she learns of the Arch Oracle leaving the seat of Avarnie for a bit, and has appointed her the new High Oracle. A day of silence fell over the land as this was a sad day, but a cry of faith poured out to welcome the new honor laid upon her. She knelt before the golden alter and poured out her heart to heal the wound of others with the winds of Avarnie. The Phoenix Goddess. As she wonders through her land full of responsibility and grief of her friends departed a man stands before her by the great tree offering friendship. He is human but he look elven. He has long flowing white hair, and a beautiful emerald armor. He is the royal son of a great king far away. He too does not find much care in humanity but he does seem to understand her lose or need to depart from this world. He offers is service to her, but she is not yet sure of this gentleman for he is very strange in nature. Very withdrawn from reality. Before she leaves she hears of a great battle about to begin against a mage. She feels she must help but hears the cry of Odin as he descends to earth to continue her training.
Ruins in hand she leave to a land called Gaia Rising. As she sheds a tear for her land she is awakened in a new on.
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Slipping his captors for a moment, the wandering fae reads dispatches from home. His impulse would be to rush to his friend if he could, to congratulate and to protect, but he cannot. It would be needless in any case, for he knows that this Angel is strong and wise and has weathered much. He knows all will be well. And he will come back to her side.
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