While the sheer strength of the moment filled Yan with a longing feeling of silence and meditation, they did not surrender to it. It was a mere wish, just another stone in their way to the goal of becoming something else, something filled with meaning in the presence of utter chaos that even the short life of the Ledyil Faralorn brought with it. This was their moment of truth in a row of many to come and so few to already have passed in their wake.

They entered the chamber out of the wood of the Eldertree through a thick mantle of leaves, just another of the achievements of their predecessor to come. It gave them a shock of frolicking, as if the sound of them bustling and rustling was the sound of an Algaven, mythical beings of which their song brought calm even to the cocoons of Ledyil Faralorn on the faraway planet of Tojiuma.

It was silent in the old room they arrived in but it did not smell so but of young wood growing around it, gifting it an atmosphere also found around young, lively Ledyil with only a gust of ancient age. The room was small, formed with magic around its space and given to Yans people decades before their time.

It was silent despite the slow breaths of the insectoid being before Yan, as the leaves of curtain behind them came to a halt and it stayed so for a moment. The tickle of flowing water making its way into their ears through the old trees veins making for a soothing sound.

“You are as fast and as silent as the winds rumbling below us,'' the words of Furosaya sliced the air and Yans calm like an armblade of a Kirg, hacking at the tree of composure in them.

“But you must become as strong and unyielding as the winds above the canopy,” did Furosaya continue and as Yan raised their head, six eyes glowed in the dark, focusing them like sharp sides of the Liyanen plant and make their body almost rebound like they did in their short childhood.

“I give to the great Fyalua tree all the years that I will have,” they answered, even for themselves sounding too clear and filled with resolve. “My wind shall thunder through to our enemies and towards our prestige and be calming to our people and our friends.”

Silence filled the room once more in which Furosaya mustered them. Yan looked into their eyes, then closed them calmly to show respect as was the custom.

“You will never close your eyes in a conversation again Yan,” Furosaya closed. Yan heard him standing up, opening their eyes showed Furosaya as close to them as they ever were, locking eyes. They felt round items pressed into their hands. “Your name shall be Isidey from today on and you will lead the proud people of the Lian Fyalua Vae to the greatness you aspire.” The pressure left Isideys hands as Furosaya turned their back to them, taking up a great bow in one corner of the small room. They turned around one last time to look Isidey into their eyes, then close them. “I shall hunt.”

As the previous elder had left the room, the silence rejoined Isidey who sat down in the same little bulge in the tree that Furosaya had sat in before, twiddling around with the two bracelets the elder had given them. They were the signs of their new gained power. The signs of rule.