Oasis

[Metamancy 1774]

She saw an oasis.

How far had she come? Over seas, cross the desert, to get to Aevos. She had dreamt of an oasis, a paradise where she could fulfill all her dreams.

But a man had come along and shattered that.

Turgon Curufinwe was her first and last love in her life. She had given everything for him; and promised to herself to make a world where he could be happy.

And so she tried. And tried. But the world was not happy with her.

And so she chose to reform the world. As all things need to be destroyed before they are created.

She donned a hood. She drew a blade. She would fell the old order.

 

"Amara, you'll hurt yourself!"

Her mother's voice rang out across the desert. Amara but giggled and laughed, a mere child.

But as she grew, she would come to understand the horrors of the desert.

Seven years passed.

"You're hurt," said Amara. "Here, let me help you."

And so she became a medic.

"You look sad. Let me sing you a song."

And so she became a bard.

Ten years passed.

"You are hereby banished from the Vale."

...and so something inside her was broken.

"I love you."

Something inside her was mended.

"I will skin you alive."

"Crucify him."

Again and again, she was broken, mended, until she became unrecognizable.

She donned a hood. She drew a blade.

She had not changed.

 

And as she lay now in the streets of Numendil, she knew that she had picked the wrong path. But it was too late now. She had tried. And failed.

She had donned a hood. She had drawn her blade.

"I... I see an Oasis."

And so, she did. 

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

"I will find her later."

The stoic elf said plainly, to no one. 

 

Ayluin would never admit how he truly felt about Amara.

A longing, not for anything romantic, but for friendship. 

A simple thing he never really had. A man like him scares people off before welcoming them in. He doesn't say more than is required because he doesn't really know how. His unchanging expression and flat words lead to so many giving up on him.

 

Amara didn't. 

 

So he plans to find her later.

What he doesn't know can't hurt him.

[mielofficial 489]

"-Amara is dead-"

𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭 heard her crying friend's strained words, moments before the weekly meeting of the Adventure Club. Though spoken in hushed tones in the lobby, the deafening loudness of the situation echoed in Marigold's large, soft ears.

 

As Marigold had listened intently to the first hand account of Amara's gruesome death, tears welled in her eyes as shock and horror smacked her across the face,

 

"No. No that can't be-".

 

A single, hot tear rolled down Marigold's cheek and she wiped it away before anyone noticed. She took several deep breaths, attempting to both comfort her friend and buck up for the coming day's Adventure at the Club. It was [Sunday at 1pm est], after all. 
 

 

Marigold had mostly known Amara in passing, but she was always a familiar face she could count on seeing frequently on her routes, and it brought joy... How could such joy also be tinged with darkness....?

 

The small Musin stuffed down the pain as the reality of the full account sunk in, and stood up in front of the group...

 

"Okay everybody, welcome brave Adventurers! On today's adventure...."

 

 

"......."