A Mother's Memory

[Delmodan 855]

A Mother’s Memory

 

A gentle breeze blew through the loftywoods that held a slight chill within the air, signaling that of winter ahead. With the sun beginning to fall just below the horizon, a recently used path was taken once again by the druidess. Her form moving with silence and grace while the flora that surrounded her would begin to sway and seemingly come to life. The ending of the it came to a small clearing that had a stone erected in the center. Various carvings can be seen along the sides with the shape of it that of a headstone labelled ‘Adrian Athna’. Surrounding the grave was a small field of white lilies that seemingly casted of an array of tiny light blue particles every now and then. A reflection of the moonlight above or perhaps something more? It was hard to tell in the presence of the Owl Druid, especially with her knowledge of the sacred arts in rituals and that of her blessing. With a small bowl placed before the headstone with a lite incense, the druidess would stand there in silence for a time while gentle tears would softly run down her cheeks. Before long, her lips would finally part to speak. Whether others were around her or not, it was clear that her focus only fell upon the immediate area that surrounds her.

 

“My son..long has it been since I last saw your face within my mind. Your voice echoing within my ears. Your smile warming my heart. Your physical body showing strength and pride in the life you had. A life..” The druidess would pause for a moment with a faint gasp before slowly continuing. “Cut so short in a blink of an eye...Following a lifetime of grief and sorrow over what was lost. A sorrow that cannot be so easily forgotten.” She would take a deep breath now, allowing several tears to dribble down her face as her emotions would start to bare.

 

“I stand here and remember as well as imagine having the people I have met and those so close to me see and interact with you. I see my son..my beautiful boy that  grew up in my mind’s eye.” The druidess would stop with a shudder, closing her eyes as she held back from breaking down. It took a moment before she would begin to bend down and place an old virarim helm, a sword that held the golden lion’s emblem, and a druid staff that was recently carved by her to place around the grave. 

 

“I can see so many paths laid before you now. Tell me and let me hear, what would you have been? An answer I would love to listen too because I can tell you what I see you as.” The Mother would say, giving a soft, gentle smile while still allowing a stream of tears to flow. “ For one, a strong warrior. No doubt following under several brothers of mine, Leatherback or Ember. Brutal and savage yet they would have taken care of you and taught you how to become a good warrior. Or perhaps learning the ways of Druidic Priest. I can see you getting scolded every now and then by Brother Hawk while you learned of the culture and ways of our people, following the same as I. Something he never would even admit, but he would have always watched over you.” She give a faint smile to the thought with a slight pause then speaks once more.

 

“So many paths still to where Sister Autumn, Brother Bluejay, Brother Pine, or even Brother Song would have aided and shown you so many things. Sister Sequoia especially would of loved you dearly to where you would have been seen as one of her own children.  Spoiling you no doubt as well.” The Druidess then faintly chuckles.

 

 “Even more Brothers and Sisters that I hold dear too would no doubt be there to help. Or maybe perhaps, following in your father’s footsteps to become a great holy warrior of Xan. One of such pride and courage. A true sight to behold no doubt and one that would put a smile on your father’s face. Then of course, you could have even delved  into the arcane arts to become a mage and find the discoveries of the realm and beyond. A path I know several would frown at you for, even I if you did something silly yet...I would love you all the same.” She would then pause for a time, noticing that she fell lost in a conversation before eventually continuing on.

 

“My son...our time together was so short. The gods themselves deeming that you now walk among them while I...remain here on this world. I still feel the pain of lost. Of my sorrow and my grief. That I do not wish to lie to you about. I cannot…” The druidess then lowered her head with her eyes closing once again, as if seeking forgiveness for admitting such. “But as well,  my memories remain. My love, my heart, my thoughts of how you would’ve grown remain with me forever...I hope you never forget me as I will never with you…”

 

It was then that the Owl Druid’s eyes would partly open with a hand extending outwards to place atop the grave. “I will love you always, my son….”

With that, the moonlight’s radiance casts down fully upon the small clearing, humming to life small azura colored wisps that seemingly danced within the air. The Druidess slowly moved to stand there for a long time, allowing the flow of melodies within the flora around her tell of her sorrow yet serene like song….

 

OOC 

(Thank you so much Nummy for this beautiful art. Words cannot even describe the beauty of this...)

In Memory of Joshua Douglas Brown

 A tribute to my son who I recently lost in a miscarriage. The story is of my sorrow as well as my acceptance portrayed with the past experience and lost of my character’s son  that aids me into moving on from what has happened.

 
 

[Luciloo 2680]

Far away, a voice whispers. “Blessed be Adrian.. Blessed be Joshua.”

 

(( I’m so sorry for your loss. Take all the time you need, and know that you can always talk to me if you feel up to it. We love you and we’re thinking of you and your family. ))

[MamaBearJade 2090]

((*hugs tightly*))

 

Lilly sits in silence, praying.

[Archipelego 2188]

((We love you. Take care of yourself.))

[_Sug 2809]

A tired Druii would pause in his travels, making his way to a nearby bank alongside a stream where he sat for hours. Perhaps for the first time in a long time..... He prayed. 

 

 

(<3 Keeping you in my thoughts and prayers Delmo)

[Eurielle 1189]

((Oh ****...))

[luv 3469]

((i’m extremely sorry. i’m always here if you need someone to talk to. much luv <3))

[Lasombruh 612]

holy ****, I’m really sorry for your loss...

 

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[LeoRabbit99 360]

((This is utterly awful, and no one should have to deal with this. I’m very sorry.))

[Dromui 755]

(( You honestly hate to see that. My condolences. A parent losing their child before they can ever truly experience holding them is a great tragedy that I would not even wish on the people I hate most. You deserve far better and I know you will be able to push past all this. You are a strong and beautiful mind. I hope you and your partner see better and brighter days. ))

[Slayy 816]

Aviala Cydweli, the unknown druid, seemed to slowly look towards the far off lands beyond her isles. Her eyes seemed to look towards the waves, settling to her knees before she seemed to close her eyes. A small utter, a few prayers left her before she sat in empathy, the first time in her life it felt. “May aspects guide.”

 

((I don’t know how you feel or what may words do for you. Yet I am here for you and send you much of my love. Always to lend a smile and hug.)

[GDPR 014 48]

((sorry.))

[Cat Evocation 3728]

[[My Condolences @Delmodan nobody should ever have to go through a loss like this. There’s always the future to look towards.]]

[rukio 8924]

((I don’t know you at all but I’m so so very very sorry you’re going through this.))

[Sky 0]

Whatever petty bullshit people may think we have falls apart when **** like this happens, I am incredibly sorry and at best can only send my best wishes to both you, and Menarra. I hope you both a genuinely better Holidays as to lift you from the low you currently are in.