Faeryl

I have been on the surface more tendays than I care to remember. I long to go home. The surface stinks! Strange that. You would think that living for decades underground I would welcome what humans call "fresh air". Not so. In comparison, the city of Menzoberranzan and the surrounding tunnels smell sweet. Granted the trade areas and the slums below the great houses are not pleasant, but this?.this is vile. I can smell a human before I can see it, the unwashed pungent odour is unmistakable. And the yellow orb!

This thing they call the sun, I hate it! Vierna says overtime I shall get used to it. Do not let it win, she reminds me. Maybe.

I long to go home, but I cannot, not yet. My mother has sent me to be with Vierna. As priestess of the Dark Mother, she needs my guidance and my support. This I will give her. She is doing well, I admire her for that. She started alone and has now built up a network of followers and contacts?our group gets stronger all the time. And when her mission is completed to the satisfaction of mother and Lloth, we can return. I shall be by her side. I shall be by her when she overthrows Maya. Then she becomes first daughter and I become second. That day shall be soon.

Oh to be back in Menzoberranzan, to be back amongst my family and my race. To be back with true born Drow, not to feud and squabble with surface bred, surface integrated Drow. To get away from half breed Drow which are a dilution of bloodline. Such breeding is an affront not just to Lloth but to ALL Drow gods. These kind are not Drow?they have forfeited their heritage by their very actions!

I long to go home. But I know I cannot?.not yet. Not until I have fulfilled my duty to Lloth, to my mother and to Vierna. They have my complete loyalty. So I take this pain, this suffering and offer it to the Dark Mother. Perhaps she already smiles on me, for despite all this discomfort, I have found Jhulae. Things have just become a little more bearable??.

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