[PK] Wilted

[mielofficial 489]

 

 

 

“𝓡orin?”

The elderly Musin sat bolt upright from where she had napped in her Alduun home, moonstone-glazed eyes scanning the study for anything familiar.

The last thing she remembered was the cool breeze in the treetops over the Pit, before the Great Departure of Aevos, conversing with her lifelong friend and mentor.

As she regained her bearings, it was clear to her what would happen in the coming day.

𝓜arigold rose from her chair slowly, scanning the paintings of friends and family hung on the walls, just blurry apparitions to her now. With her signature ears folded over, she drifted from object to object on her shelves. Her light touch lingered over each trophy from her life in attempt to recall each of their stories, her last adventure.

“Ye’ve any regrets, old friend?”

The ranger’s voice echoed through her mind in that moment, as clear and crisp as their last meeting. She hobbled back to her desk, picking up a tanned leather book stuffed with written letters- One last chore for 𝓡uby. She leaned back in her chair, relaxed, as she held the ledger close.

The books she wrote, the structures she helped build—memories all falling away as only the warm meaning remained. Though the details of her great adventures were now fuzzy, the beloved cast of her long life sailed easily through her mind as a smile traced her pale lips.

“How could I?”

In her own voice she silently replied, eyelids slowly drooping, envisioning Snooks, Julep, and Knave, her fellow Musin founders and their long journey to greatness on Aevos.

“How could I?”

She repeated to herself, eyes softly closing for the last time. She pictured her child, her heir, as a Musling—slick brown fur and saucer ears made in her likeness.

“How could I?”

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Marigold "The Clumsy" Serendipity, Nor’Onn, 1/4th Adventurer’s Club Founder, 1/4th Amusement Pit (Jewel of the North) founder, The Mighty Adventuring Alchemist of Ak'vei

a public missive would be posted in relevant spaces about the fact of her passing

individual letters will be delivered ingame

thank you for being a friend : )

[DrFong 226]

"Rest well little mouse with your soft blanket of gentle forest detritus.  No more thorns or stickers; just well-deserved sleep and the occasional soft rain."

 

"It's a big and strange world, perhaps we will meet again someday." - the Good Morrow

[KidKrinkles 2043]

 

Somewhere in the  dense, autumnal woods, Victor lowered himself off of his steed and landed upon crisping leaves with a muffled crunch. The ranger quietly looked out, over the waters, towards Cerulia and beyond, knowing the wisened Musin had drawn her last breath.

 

“Ah’ll keep’a eye on Ruby for ye.” 

 

The bowie spoke across the water, an echo’d promise from Aevos. He pictured Marigold’s soft features, adorable stature, and admirable courage. He recalled how they’d grayed and upon the tree overlooking the cool waters, though her love for life had not burned out.

 

He’d smile to himself, glad some folks could have happy endings in such dark times-- fulfilling what they set out to achieve, and, resting at ease, knowing others would carry on the work, and follow their legacy.

 

It was a comforting thought, as his thumb came up, and wiped at his eye.

 

—{☼}—

 

[Samler 1564]

Somewhere, without much purpose, a large being of dark rocks and faintly glowing runes continued on it's mindless searching. Unaware that the musin it almost killed a handful of times had it not been due to quick observations from it's former master, now was dead regardless. And the sad truth is that despite how hurt it's master would be upon hearing the news, the stone guardian of many names would not even care despite the musin's large portion of newly carved memory.

[Metamancy 1766]

And somewhere in the Seven Skies, there was Paragon, watching down as his oldest, truest friend passed on.

It was a long time coming. And it had been a long time.

The man of Norlandic origin, outcast for his name, had found solace, in life, through his musin friend.

Where did the micefolk go in death, he wondered.

It mattered not now. The soul of the armored warrior closed its eyes and, for a moment, allowed itself to mourn.

[mielofficial 489]

A still grieving 𝓡uby checks the mail, just as he did every day. He pulled the missive out of the box, gripping it in both hands tightly in anticipation, seeing his deceased mother's name on the letter. Even though it had been over a year since her passing, reminders still sent a sour pang through his small Musin heart. A silent sob comes out as a devastated whine as he reads its contents....

 

 

He makes a mental note to cancel her subscriptions.