A Daisy Wilts

[Huh 91]

 

At an awful hour of the night, five letters and a large sum of coins are delivered to the monk by the name of Spike Vondar. A daisy is tucked neatly in the pile, smiling its bright smile for him to see when he chooses to pick them up.

 

"Forgetting is an important part of life, and I would go as far to say that it is equal to that of the notion of death. As any good dedicant learns early on in their teachings, death is an important part of the balance of nature. To remove death is to remove the meaning of life, for if you cannot die or will not die, why do you live? And with that, if certain memories are unable to fade away how does your mental state survive? As normal person, the number of observations and memories made in one passing second is tremendous. Somehow we are able to forget the majority of this sensory overload and continue on, but what if a person then had their ability to feel enhanced? Whispers, heartbeats, rustles, the whole cocophony of sound nature produces speaking right to your mind, skipping the need to even work its way through your ear. Unnatural in the most natural sense."

 

"I must have failed somewhere... Perhaps when I chose to abuse my gift in the place of my missing eye for sight, or perhaps when I chose to try and talk with that around me on too regular a basis. Either way, I believe I would consider it a failure. My optimism cannot break even that belief, for certain truths hold fast even in different mental perceptions. Being unable to deal with this... failure, I choose to remove myself from the agony of forgetting and admit myself into the cycle of life. Perhaps these messy words will disappear and never make it to whom I want to reach, but to satisfy my own desire, I will write them and leave them with someone whom I place great trust in to deliver."

 

"There are far too many to remember, say goodbye, or give thanks. Instead I will give a few groups I remember what best I can, in hopes that they can drink away any ill feelings they might have from this unfortunate news. Perhaps self-righteous of me to say such, and perhaps I am oblivious to other feelings you all might have of me, but regardless I shall make these final gifts.

1,000 Minas to Mister Spike, to deliver all this in my stead, if you feel obliged.

1,000 Minas to the Deathsbanes, if they can be found.

1,000 Minas to my grandfather, if he is not dead.

1,000 Minas to the Druids, use it to buy ale.

1,000 Minas to Mithius, keep quiet.

Sincerely,

Eliza"

 

 

For those reading, if you have not guessed, this is my PK post for Eliza.

 

 

 

 

[Arkelos 1027]

Illern Deathsbane hears the news from her mother, slowly nodding as shes come to accept death within the family. Sad, however she goes to take a seat, remembering the time spent with Eliza when she was younger. A small frown crawled upon her face as she remained there for some time, meditating in prayer to Xan to perhaps watch over her in the days to come. Illern would be comforted by her mother, who offers some of the coin to get her a drink, and illern does so, trying to find the tavern Eliza went to the most, to buy the drink she enjoyed best.

 

"For you. Eliza." she said, taking a light sigh, then drinking the contents slowly, letting the taste wash her mouth and keep the tears in, "Need to be strong for the family."

[Luxury 1082]

The one, true Eliza reigns supreme. Everything is now as it should be- There could only be one.

 

*An Aheral reminisces about hostile interactions with the doppelgangar*

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

Ouity Deathsbane takes a moment to honor Elizabeth from the canopy of his mighty grove, closing his eyes as he lifts his arms to the sky. "Blessed Aspects, hear my cry." He intones before his eyes flicker open, arms lowering. "A noble spirit, a good Druid. Keep her safe."

[Your Favorite Impure 736]

In some ramshackle tavern, Aenor is delivered a letter and pouch without a word. Setting his drink down, pushing aside other maps, books and papers, he opens it and begins to read. A frown spreads across his face, darkening it, as he would reach for his drink soon thereafter. For a few minutes, Aenor stares down into the half empty mug of murky green absinthe, his distorted image staring up at him. After some time, he would raise it meekly in a toast before finishing the mug off. Another family member gone, and already the world seemed a little less bright. 

 

((Best of luck out there in the scary, big world! Kudos if you get that thar reference at the end.))

[~ Fiend ~ 611]

Isabella smiles waveringly, lifting her ale to the sky for perhaps the sixth time that night.

"To Elizabeth!"

"To family!"

[Space 2335]

Aeran frowns, hearing the news.

 

"I'll always remember bothering you." he jokes, to the air, and whatever omnipotent being is around at the time.

[Heero 4092]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.