I Play for the Wind

My name is Aaronis. I am a healer, a priestess, a wood elf, and a woman. When my soul is troubled, I take my flute, find a quiet spot, and play for the wind.My mother says I’m “petite”. Growing up, the other children called me “Runt”. My left ear turns up and my right ear turns down. My mother says it’s distinctive. The other children called me “Droopy”. I still hate both names.

I’ve always known I’d be a healer. Being the daughter of the High Priestess of the Temple of the Golden Dawn, it was just assumed I’d be a priestess. I do both. Since I don’t want to sit in the temple and wait for the ill and injured to come to me, I go out to them.
So I live the life of an “adventurer”. If you think it’s glamorous, you haven’t a clue. You have to be tough, or pretend you are. I pretend.
No one pays attention to the healer until the wounds are bloody or the fever strikes. Once health is restored, no one pays attention to the healer until the next time. I pretend that doesn’t bother me.
I couldn’t intimidate anyone if I had an army of giants behind me. I’m tired of hearing that I look comical in my armor. I already know.
Men ignored me, except for this one Halfling in the group who will hit on anything with less than three legs. HE looked me over once, announced, “I’m prettier than you”, and walked away.
Well, the Divine One teaches us to find the beauty in all things, so I set out to find the beauty in me. I had fine clothes made by expert seamstresses for a skintight fit. Small breasts look very sexy in skin tight clothing. I found the roots and leaves to make my hair smooth and silky, my cheeks colored, and my lips look full. I’ll never be beautiful, but I am pretty.
Men no longer ignore me. Now they call me a slut. Verbally, I answer with pride and scorn. Inside, I’m crying, “What have I ever done to you?!”
Adventurer, right? Fearless in battle, mighty in spirit, fame, glory, all that crap? Only use I’ve found for fame is that it’s the only reason anyone listens to the healer.
One day, I decided to learn the arts of a bard. I bought a wooden flute and taught myself to play. I discovered that there is another beauty in me. Music flows from me. I sing with a voice soft and strong, and play that flute with inspiration.
Now, when my spirit aches but I must be tough, I find a moment to sit by myself and let the music be me.
I don’t perform for fame. I don’t play for the multitudes. I hear the sound of my flute, and I play for the wind.

I Play for the Wind

Marc Grossberg

Hayward, United States

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Aaronis is a player-character in an un-named 4th edition game, and I rarely get the chance to role-play her. This is what she is to me.

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