The Quest – Quill & Season
Conversation between Benjan & Quill - Benjan
"What about you, Quill, have you found your other half?" Benjan asked as Quill downed his glass of wine then filled the glass again.
"I don't know if I have one. My birth mother told me not to give up on my quest. So here I am with the best Link finder in this part of our land, searching tirelessly as you will soon be." Quill admitted sounding positive about his own quest.
Conversation between Xtapa & Airel – Rain, Raven & Quill
“Quill is my foster brother. We grew up together. When Raven’s father died Sachem went out to the human tribe that lives in the cliffs. They practice a thing called ‘magic.’ They are part of the Ancient human tribes of this land. She met a woman there and brought her back here to live among us. The woman was named Season. She was an artist. Sachem introduced her to an elf named Remex. Remex fell in love with her and over time they were gifted with Quill. My mother told me Seasons’ grandmother was an elf. That was how they were able to conceive Quill. Season died when Quill and I were adolescents. My mother wasn’t here, of course. So Star helped Quill through the first part of his mourning, his father was no use to Quill, he was also mourning. Sachem came back with a group of elves from the coast. When the group was settled in she asked Quill to come with her. He followed my mother until recently. He came back here after he was in the forest for three years. Now a year later here you are questioning me about him. Why?” Xtapa asked, curiously.
Season sat on top of a boulder in the middle of her garden watching her son Quill and his friend Raven sharpening their spears on her porch. They were flirting and joking with every pretty elf maiden that past the hut. She loved listening to them talk even if she could not hear everything that was said she could feel the love they had for each other. They were better than friends they were brothers.
The sun warmed her aching joints. Season knew she would not be alive in this world much longer. She would have to talk to Quill soon about her death and the traditions of her people. Her beloved Remex, Quill’s father did not like going to the human village where she came from. Quill didn’t mind going there as he had been many times with Season to meet his kin. The sun made her sleepy and the conversation would wait until the coolness of the evening.
Quill helped his mother to the chair by the fireplace. He lit a small fire to keep her feet warm. He looked as he took the seat next to her. She was so frail now. He did not know what to do for her. His father was away in Fayum trading for the tribe.
“Quill, I must talk to you about my death.” Season said glancing at her son.
“Mother, you need not talk like that. You will get better soon. Rain now is looking for teas and poultices to help your joints in his library.” Quill stopped her as he gently stroked her arm.
“Quill I have outlived so many of my relatives that were my age. That is only because I am part elf. I am weary now and my sight grows dimmer by the day. I am tired. I feel it in my being that I will not be a part of this world for long.” Season said. “I want you to burn my body and spread the ashes on the desert. This is the tradition of my tribe. It is the tradition of your tribe as well. I foresee you will live long as you have more elf blood in you than I.”
“Mother I do not want you to leave me so soon. What of my cubs? You will not be able to enjoy them as you wished.” Quill told her, his heart felt heavy in his chest.
“I will see you and your cubs in a different life and I can look forward to that. This is a consolation to me that I know my spirit lives after this human, elf body. Soon you will think about mating Quill. You will begin your quest for a mate. You will leave the Sun Village to look. Do not give up. I feel you will meet her through an adventure that you will take. You must promise me that you will not give up and sit in this village for the rest of your life.” Season told her son.
“I promise I will not give up Mother. I promise to look. Now you are still in this form and I wish to enjoy you until you decide to leave.” Quill told her sincerely putting his hand over his heart and his mother’s heart to let her know he meant his promise.
