The Call of Valsharen

The long awaited call was heard whilst wandering the pale ground of Slyvhara. An almost intimate voice, lured this Fae from thought. He spoke of his Jabberess. This Fae knew that the time had come. There was no resistance. No heated words. Only acceptance and a sense of duty to return to Valsharen.
Upon returning to Valsharen, in keep with him, the Dear Drow was waiting. A pleasant and memorable occasion, of which this Fae shall not forget. One thing that this Fae wishes to forget are those that were met whilst 'scouting'. Their encounters at first, seemed sincere; however, as time slowly passed, their words lessened and their actions unclear. They were unlike the inhibiants of Valsharen, strange in their words, pointless in their actions and selfish in their meanings. Unaware of what else there is to explore and perhaps, unaware of their Will. For they mind only of how they are perceived by the Will of others, of which this Fae realised that they were truly not of their own Will, and that shows utter weakness.
The honour of which they lacked was quite appalling. Arrogant, not wanting to accept the details of the Whole, not wanting to learn of what is outside their own realm... for this is what makes up their fear... a fear of which Valsharen can consume of the weak-minded.
This Fae sighs with a peace within and is thankful the Call of Valsharen came and did not go unanswered.

Bel'la dos whol bringing nindol Fae rath delmah