A SAILOR'S VOYAGE

[venclair 713]

A SAILOR’S VOYAGE

There you lie,

Beyond the sea,

You stray far from me;

Your soul in water where first

Life and memory began.

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Trekking along the beach that stretched out the waters of Elvenesse, an elfess returns to her home after her wanderlust. The smell of the salty sea brought comfort to her, matched with the sunshine filled sky. Her gaze wandered rapidly in search for denizens of the glade, eager to gain a newfound friend. Instead, she was met with a familiar virago. 

 

“Eveth,” Miven had approached her, digging into her pocket to retrieve a smoking pipe to her. “Your mal’onn..Wanted me to give this to you,” The druid had handed her the item, to which Eveth found herself thoroughly amused. A faint smile had drawn from her countenance despite her bemusement, for she had also brought gifts to give to her brother.

 

“What a coincidence,” the elfess remarked with a flurry of fervor in her eyes while she looked about quite eagerly, “I have a few things for him as well..Where is he, by the way?” There was apparent frustration from Miven, as she was unsure how to tell the young mali’ame. “Is he injured? Ah, damn mal’onn..He always gets himself into trouble,” she mused while her gaze continued to search for her brother. However, it would soon prove to Eveth that the trinkets she were to bestow Nematsen would be futile.

“Eveth, he’s become one with the sea, one with Hamsta. A fisherman he was, a gentle spirit of the ocean tides.”

It was then that the death of her brother had dawned to her. Mutterings emitted from the girl while gravity drew to her shoulders as it slumped. It was as if she were a child in desperation — Unable to comprehend her loss. The duo transcended to the stone-hedge where Eveth dropped to her knees in front of it. Her fingers trailed against it as she murmured to herself, dourness looming over her. “Ne, ne...You can’t be gone. I had s-so much to tell you...So much to give you.”

The Caerme’onn had watched over her, offering words of wisdom, “Eveth, this is the path that was laid out for him. Remember what I said, he is happy now, one with the sea, where he has always meant to be.”

“B-But...Mal’onn’s voice. I’ve been missing it..” Akin to a lost child, she met the woman’s gaze with her own despondent ones. Therein, Miven had shepherd Eveth to another part of the island where she was told to sit on the beach. She sat close to the lapping waves, and the druid soon rounded behind the young elfess. Together, the duo were united before the vast waters, waters that toiled and collided them both, but especially Eveth in that moment. Like a lullaby to an infant’s ear, it began to speak to Eveth, something only she could understand.

“You hear that, Eveth? He speaks.”

The girl sat in silence, feeling eased at the sound of the sea. The gentle waves scattered the blazing sun like sequins that lay scattered from a festival. Moving through her depths, in them are schools of living; the creation that remained in her water embrace when land dwellers sought flowers and shelter of trees. It is a pulse, in a way. Relief arose from Eveth — Relief that she could finally hear Nematsen after being gone for so long.

“There, there..” Miven hummed in tune with the singing sea. “I’ve prepared for this, Eveth,” And with that, she produced a black, white, and silver seashell necklace, strung together with both prudency and affection. The Bear lofted both hands to dress the piece over and around Eveth’s neck; The necklakce’s heart bearing an iridescent conch shell. When brought to one’s ear, one could hear the sounds of the ocean. “Bring the conch to your ear, suika. You’ll have his voice wherever you go; he’ll lie over your heart.”

The mourning elfess couldn’t help but smile melancholically at the druid’s lulls. The lustrous shell in the middle was brought to her ear once more, where she could hear the huge waves that rolled across the surface. Tears continued to flow unchecked down her cheeks and dripped from her chin, however she let out small chortles. It was as if she had found a sort of peace to the whole ordeal. All her life, Eveth had feared loss, suppressed dealing with the notion, never ready to depart. However, she was to continue on, heeding the words that resonated within her.

 

“Walk the Path”

 

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Spoiler

A sad little memorial pertaining @kujo's character Nematsen, since I adored him : )! Props to @WestCarolina for giving me beautiful RP ♥

 

[Axelu 4333]

The dragonborn Valignatir thought of her estranged daughter in her travels, clutching close to her bosom a drawing she had made in her youth.

[ABruhMoment 609]

Despite having lost his memory and being rendered blind. Aesilnoth will never forget the drink he shared on a certain boat. 

[Junoix 2301]

Sonna stood on the island's beach, allowing the waves to crash over her bare feet as she stomached another loss of her kin. The priestess had since run out of tears, her swollen red eyes merely staring at the sun rise with little spirit left in them. "Take good care of him.." She murmured to the sea before lowering herself into the water, resting her head in her knees once again.

[Valannor 6405]

A Keeper, hearing of this loss, would sigh deeply. Memories would flow back like a tidal wave; fragments of a life, long since gone.

 

"Iron from Ice, llir. You were among the first I saved, though it is a shame to hear that I could not do so again."

 

Tears of ethereal, flaming smog would fall to the ground, before she continued on her eternal patrol once again. 

[HenryCore 411]

A lone Mali’aheral would stand upon the shoreline, the spiraling designs of great serpents and crashing waves etched upon his pale flesh, a faint glow emitting from the ocean blue tattoos haphazardly strewn across the Druid’s body.

 

”Rest in peace mal’onn, one shall be hard pressed to find a Mali who lives by the same standards in which Nematsen did.” 

 

A tired sigh would emit from the man’s open maw as he finished, the rising tide gently pooling around his exposed ankles as he gently shook his head, a scowl perturbing his usually gentle features as he let out a sudden shout.

 

“Damn this, damn it all. This war, these Inferi.”

 

The Mali would pause, his blue visage turning in the direction of the Korvassan landscape- now twisted and broken from conflict. 

 

“There is much to be done.. we shall hunt them down, every single one.” 

 

He seemed to speak to himself, yet the cool ocean breeze would carry his words to any other soul present upon the shore. At that he’d depart- his bare legs carrying the Mali towards Al’faiz, a hardened glint in the Leviathan Druid’s pale eyes.

[_Sug 2809]

2 hours ago, venclair said:

“Walk the Path”

 

"Walk the Path." Nem's teacher would say, his infamous line sliding from his maw whilst he overlooked the waters that crashed upon the very dock where his pupil was found deceased. With a sigh, the Viper Druid gave a lone rub at his nostrils, a sniffle, then used his pinky finger to rub at his right eye momentarily before moving up the path and down into the Father Grove in silence. It was the cycle, the very thing he had told Nem to embrace and fear not, just the day before.

[WestCarolina 1784]

Miven Caerme'onn returned to the Father Grove prior to their conversation, reflecting on the circumstances. "Walk the path," She'd say one last time to no one in particular, eyes darting down the corridor where she last spoke to Nematsen.