Stories from the Moonlit Burrow - Day 20

Day 20
 
It has been a little over a week since my last entry, but much has changed in The Burrow.
 
It was evident to both myself and the fox that neither of us were going anywhere, anytime soon and so have I spent the week since my last entry creating some basic comforts for our new space. Our new home.
 
Tired of eating my provisions on the floor, the first thing I decided to craft was a table. With a simple acorn and a little help from the natural powers that radiate from every corner of the burrow, I have grown a great oak table straight from a crack in the cobbled floor. Forming the table was the lengthiest spell I have ever attempted, and it ended up taking about a week to finish due to the sheer size of it. Now that it is finished however, I must admit, I am quite proud.
 
My favourite additions to our space however must be the two personalised chairs that sit on either side of the table. I’ve styled my own to fit my form perfectly, with root-like tendrils forming an intricate lattice backrest. I have added vines growing up and around the tendrils with purple petaled flowers studding the back and sides. Every time I sit, I feel at peace, hugged by the sweet smell of nectar and musk of the forest. Just like home…
 
Lore’s chair, on the other hand, sits significantly higher off the ground then mine, accommodating for his rather small stature. Whilst Lore was out gathering supplies, I spent many hours chiselling symbols and historical imagery from Zandarli history into the back and sides, using a book I found in The Burrow as a guide. Later that day I found that Lore, presumably with one of his many daggers, had engraved his name and other strange symbols into the chair. Although he had defaced the delicately carved reliefs that I had spent hours working on, I can’t help but feel like his haphazard addition was his way of showing approval.
 
The more time I spend with Lore the more I learn about him. For the most part he appears jovial on the outside, but I can’t help but feel there is something buried within, something that pains him deeply, something that he wishes for the world not to see.
 
Despite my continued efforts, I have not received any sign from Elune, or perhaps I am just not perceiving the signs she is sending me. Maybe she too has shunned me for deviating from my path. Either way I do not allow myself to be bogged down in negativity, I must remain hopeful that I have not been shunned by the gods as well as my people for straying from my path. Perhaps these challenges are my true trial and Elune is leading me down this path because I was meant to walk it. I suppose only time will tell…