Sinking

[ThatWeirdGirl 432]

Sinking.

 

Fawynn had no idea how she got there, her eyes straining against the darkness. She had no idea which was was up, but she knew she was sinking. She couldn’t see her body, not her nose, nothing. Only the darkness.

 

She wasn’t cold, like one would expect. Comfortably warm, like she was curled up in bed under a nice blanket. She smiled, even if she had no idea what was happening she felt a strange sense of peace. Calm, like nothing was wrong in the world.

 

Worry rose in the short woman’s chest as her mind drifted to her friends. The ones she needed to watch out for, her children. Her brow furrowed as she struggled to remember their names.

 

Ruyvesa. Caern. Her children, both adopted but she loved them more than anything. She could picture their smiling faces, their voices. The corners of her lips twitched into a small smile.

 

The faces of two druids entered her mind. Artimec. Salhassan. She remembered seeing them wrapped up in each other, Art’s stern and often boring demeanor. Salhassan countered this, being one of the kindest women Fawynn had the chance to meet.

 

Arlen. She hadn’t known him long at all, but she still considered him a friend. She remembered he smelled faintly of pumpkins. She remembered his blue eyes, his excitement when she promised to teach him to tinker.

 

Sinking?

 

Suddenly the mali’ame woman realized she wasn’t sinking. She was rising, to where she didn’t know. Her worry changed to relief, she wasn’t going to sink forever, she was going to be able to see her friends again.

 

Rising.

 

The darkness gave way to light, and she squinted at it’s brightness. She could see herself, her green jacket, purple vest and brown skirt.

The sun blinded her, and she sat up on the road. She must have fallen asleep, that was all. Just a strange dream. She snorted, and shook her head as she stood up, starting to walk down the stone path. Just a strange dream.

[Kaelan 1918]

Aelthus Aureon would be taken aback when news of Fawynn's death had reached him. Tears would begin to form and he would run from the square of Laureh'lin to make his way towards his home before anyone could see him break down. He was often teased for being a child by those around him, despite his role in the Sirame, and he didn't need to give them more reason to tease him.

And so he fled to an empty home, his sister Veravia not there to comfort him in his grief as she had been gone for many months now, and let loose the tears that welled up in his eyes as he recalled the person who was once his sister. 

[HedgeHug 2049]

The flower clasped in between his fingers snapped instantly, as the muscular impulse fed by the words "She`s Gone" reach him. His eyes close for a brief moment. A tear escapes, another... The salty liquid finds its way along his cheek, grouping up on his chin. They fall, onto the ground, his hands, the flower . . . He gets up from his kneeling form, he turns away from his garden and walks into Laureh`Lin. To see to Caern, whom he`d recently made a mechanical hand. His eyes are fixed forward as he walks, thinking. "I will help them, for you."

[Cave_Creature 467]

Salhassan ventured out to Fawynn's resting place, in a clearing just beyond the gravel road in the Laureh'lin forest. She looked upon it, the mound of soil that was disturbed having grown over with verdant grass, the seeds she'd planted there during the ceremonial burial having sprouted. They were yet small seedlings, delicate with their cotyledons hanging from tiny leaves. She set the end of an ash staff to the soft ground, a bright green replacing the amber in her eyes. The flowers in the ground lifted and reached upwards, growing and stretching towards the sunlight, new leaves unfurling. Blossoms appeared, the Xan-warded ground exploding with color as the many flowers bloomed. She leaned heavily on her staff, letting out a huff of fatigued breath, and smiled at the growth that marked the resting place of her friend. She need not miss her, now that she could see that Fawynn yet lived; the rainbow of color, the thickness of the new grass, Cerridwen's life was fed by Fawynn's body. Salhassan felt peace again within herself, satisfied that Fawynn's memory will stay with her, and that she will no longer grieve.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art's gaze was naturally blank as he tossed the bare, headless corpse of Kuro into a forest clearing with a grunt. He dusted his arms off and watched a pack of wolves enclose on the carrion, the beasts growled at the sullen wood elf druid until his eyes flashed a dim green, upon when they instantly calmed and focused on his gift for them.

 

As he watched the hounds begin ripping up and devouring the corpse of the Xionist who'd murdered Fawynn, he felt a tightness in his chest. He frowned, wiping a bit of moisture from his otherwise perfectly calm face. Hmph. Grief. I thought I got rid of that for good.

 

He turned to walk off as mutely as he arrived, Kuro's corpse little more than shredded meat by the time he was gone.

[Guest]

Gareth Hawthorne's digits rest against his desk, "Traitors appear to be dropping like flies as of late... I am glad." He remarks lowly to himself, lips  moving into a broad smile.

[DahStalker 3692]

Mare let out a long exhale of relief. She was complete with the small mixture she had been mixing up for her dear llir, Caern. The boy whom she'd claim to be either her 'husband' or 'best llir' had recently lost one of his hands during a revenge plot gone wrong within Oren, all that remained was a stub. Mare being only at the young age of nine was curious, glancing to a nearby flower earlier that day she remember how Druids could bring plants ill or sickened back to health and along with that knowledge she'd decided to make a drink that would bring his hand back. After a long evening, mixing and stirring, thinking and sweating she'd finally come up with the perfect drink. The perfect drink. Milk, it helps make your bones strong, one said; Flowers, to make your hand pretty again; Dirt, to help it grow; Apple, an apple a day keeps the doctor away; And her spit; because kisses make every boo-boo better, I can't put kisses into drinks, so this is close enough! The young mali rose to her feet quickly, hiding the contents in a jar, in her worn satchel. Rushing around Laureh'lin she'd call out to the first man she would've seen. Idem.
"Llir! Llir! Have you seen llir Caern or his haelun Fawynn around?"
Idem slowed the pace of his horse's trotting, facing the child with a hurt expression upon his visage.
"She's gone. She's dead though, I spoke to her ghost. And for Caern I have not."
"Wh-.. What, no? No, please, no! Say you're lying lliran, please, please!"

 The girl was devastated, her 'best llir' had lost his haelun. Lost his only family. She let the salty liquid roll down her plump, bronze cheeks. Idem rose from his steed, kneeling he embraced her for comfort and she allowed for to do such. Soon breaking the embrace she'd thrust a hand within her satchel to grope at the jar which contained the magical contents presumed to bring back the hand of Caern. So she swore, so the child swore that she'd help bring back Caern's hand. Pinky promising the air to be so innocent, so young, so blind of the real realm to know that she broke her promise at the start of it.

[MyNameIsMason 269]

Gil would be wiping a cloth along his sword as the news reaches him, he speaks softly to himself "I don't think I ever got to say sorry. . ."

[Space 2335]

 

Aeran found himself writing a second response to dea-- I mean...

 

He sat on his bench, contemplating things. He experienced the aftermath of two deaths, and he compared the two. Both are sad-- death is sad. Both were a result of some unnatural thing. But, one felt a lot better than the other. A Druid dying doing what he had fought for for his whole life, who was ready to go, versus a young girl who didn't seem to have wanted to go. Who left behind children.

 

One was fair, one wasn't. And that sucked. He hadn't known the girl really, only had met her son once before, and then had helped lay her ghost to rest. But he still felt a bit of grief. And his left big toe itched. Wonder what that was about.

[Drop Koala 332]

Damai, the usual antagonist to an emotional life would clasp his hands together, hearing the news of a woman he once had a love-hate relationship with's death. Had just come back from a slaughter a tear would escape the stern Bear Man's eye. His battleaxe still bloodied from the previous death, being face by more death each day. Damai would grunt taking a few minutes from his time to sit and pray to the Aspects for Fawynn to be cared for. A few words escaping his mouth

"Ame Nae Everah"

 

[Elad™ 560]

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