__WaterFox__ 631 Share Posted June 4, 2023 (edited) She had been born and raised in the harsh north, yet the warm winds and vibrant streets called to her as if she had been born there instead. For the first time in many years she felt at ease, a faint smile even present on the typically dour faced woman's lips. The glistening waters of the bay soon beckoned her attention and of course she heeded it's siren call. Gazing out she found her hand drifting to her journal. Still gazing out she found herself writing. Afterwards she had just enough awareness to copy it down on a separate sheet. She left this copy out on the docks for others to enjoy. Ballad of Portoregne Colored brick and vibrant trees Smell of spices drifting on the breeze Travelers talk in foreign tongues While mermaids watch the young ones Travel deeper my dear, come with me These streets have so much more, you’ll see Pierogi or fresh mezcla, perhaps even a drink Travel down to the docks and you will surely agree It’s the crown of the sea No more perfect a home can be found Can't you see our dreams written on stone? So let's throw our worries off and stay Surely no better a future can be had We can rise to watch the glimmering waters And rest to find company in the taverns For you, all the silks and spice the market provides While I drink the vineyards' fine wine Constantly surrounded by kind faces No loneliness could ever be found We will want for nothing at all, My love Our destiny is surely here, in the city that is The crown of the sea Colored brick and vibrant trees Smell of spices drifting on the breeze Travelers talk in foreign tongues While mermaids watch the young ones Travel deeper my dear, come with me These streets have so much more, you’ll see Pierogi or fresh mezcla, perhaps even a drink Travel down to the docks and you will surely agree It's the crown of the sea -Hope you enjoyed, Grim Edited June 4, 2023 by __WaterFox__ 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HIGH_FIRE 4164 Share Posted June 4, 2023 Ledicort Vuiller, ever the closeted creative he was, picked up the Ballad and grinned softly as he read it. He would then take a limped stroll to the port in his priestly garbs as he held his axe tightly to maintain balance. "With writing like this Balian shall have a strong future in both scholarly and creative endeavours" he muses, thinking of what the future of the Kingdom shall be upon the ending of his long life. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
teeylin 1016 Share Posted June 4, 2023 Rhys var Ruthern read over the ballad, yawning half way through. He wasn't one for poetry. Spoiler super dope post 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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