The Flickering Flame. [PK]

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The half-drow had not known, initially, of Telemachus’s passing.
Despite their lack of true friendship, she had begun to consider him someone reliable-
Someone that she could trust in a time of need, someone who’d had wisdom of a man beyond his years.

In following days, when proper quietude is offered, Vysryana contemplates.
She pours over their conversations, the verbal puzzles and occasional offers
of experience-gained wisdom.

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“There once was a miner, who sought to carve from the tallest mountain, the riches from its deepest depths. In such, he cut down many a tree so they might be used to support where he dug. Yet even then, with an entire forest lost, the mine still crumbled and caved in.

 

So who does the blame fall upon? Do you blame the weakest tree for being cut? The mountain for being too heavy?

Or the man, for digging too deep?”

These were the words spoken to her, years before, settled within the devil’s home in Junmura.
Who to blame, indeed?
Without much time offered to think upon Telemachus’ query, Vysryana had offered a response.

“The man. His greed, his want, was ruinous.”

The half-drow had continued, then, describing her wish not to be the man. Her determination to be the tree, to stabilize the life around her.

He asked her, in no uncertain terms, if she was tired- not if she could be tired, nor if she could permit herself to be, but if she simply was.

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Vysryana’s steps do not falter.
As she treads forth, for life must always continue on, she does so with a quiet understanding.
Her path is etched in stone. Fate is a fickle thing- it leads the willing and drags along the reluctant.

Telemachus had believed in her.
Will she allow this to be squandered?

OOC note:

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Telemachus was a really fun character to interact with, especially because my character got to see plenty of different facets of his personality.

It's sad to see him go, but I hope his journey was a fun one to roleplay out- and I wish you luck in your further rp ventures.
 

 

 

[KillerMaid 636]

"What?. . ."

A pit in her stomach devoured any sense of security she had in him being safe, in him getting better. The last she ever saw of her nephew was him grieving, of him sobbing as he didn't know if it would ever get better.

It had to get better.

 

It never got better, and now there was another portrait on her wall, faint pencil marks in blue covering the edges of it.

"I didn't want my nephew to die, he was getting better-"