Zemzy_Oakheart

Along the street, would a certain gobliness notice a frog with a red string caught in its mouth, confusing OmNom for a moment as she watched the frog hop along side her daily huntings for local books. A memory seemed to strike her in the moment; how she'd remembered the adventure she went on with a group of cubs outside town to help out a small settlement, rising up to the challenge to handle the threat of giant frogs nearby. She wondered how those cubs were doing now after so many years, the way their free-spirited demeanors brought a brief calm to the storm of her mind of recent years. OmNom would remember those cubs for a moment as she stood in the street, realizing the frog began to hop away. She didn't realize the tear that had trickled down her cheek in the brief lapse of reality for her, yet couldn't seem to place the reasoning behind it either.

From within the depths of the grand library would a certain gobliness toil away at cataloguing a few books in the midst of the day, only disrupted by the sound of a knock at the door & the news delivered in a quiet tone. Though the figure who delivered the news left as quickly as they came to deliver the information, Gummy would remain frozen in thought of the name; how it dredged up old memories at the same time her ears drooped in the privacy of the large room. A part of her could feel his soul head towards the Stargush'Stroh, how it felt as if only yesterday did she teach the man about their ways of healing & hexes.... Gummy's gaze wandered over to a nearby drawer in the wall as she felt the urge to open it & pick up an old book she'd made sure to keep track of with the utmost care; the dwarven handwriting still as vibrant as the day he'd given the copy to her. A tear welled up in her beady gaze as she looked it over, as if it were brand new again- No; as if it were the last remains of a friend she idly missed drift away to the winds. The gobliness would then hug that book close so as to protect it from the falling tears smudging such craftsmanship she would cherish more than most would expect.

Somehwere just below the Seven Skies, would a certain woman wearing wooden elf ears & floating about with black wings would notice Alcibade's ascent, her glance surprised to see the man had lasted so long & yet.. happy to see him possibly find peace.

Reading over a missive that passed along her desk would a certain gobliness pause from her solitary labors to reread the parchment's contents before a mix of emotions seemed to simmer within her mind.... Laughter? No, it felt bitter in taste to think of such irony befallen what once her bruddahs & sistahs of a lifetime ago. Sadness to see how the pedestal only climbs higher in the monopoly of government? Perhaps, but what's left of Gummy was in no standings to stand up alone for what she knew & felt with a hint of disappointment. "..Maibee...." Gummy chittered to herself under her breath, far below the surface of the world with her unfurled scroll list beside her, "..da cycle is finally break'd.. . . Let da spirits guide them tu learn from this.. . ."

While reading over the missive inbetween sweeping up broken glass shards would OmNom tilt her head in a bit of confusion as she paused, letting the gears turn & grind behind her beady gaze for a moment. "..Strange.. Wunder which priest allow'd this tu happen.... Also curious how dat would work? Mm.. . ." The gobliness mumbled to herself as she was grateful the bandages held her arms comfortably from the window's draft. "Either way, this is da first time we has heer'd of sumthing so drastic allow'd at sum point; now where did da pan go.. . ."

Amongst the chaos of books being set amongst numerous shelves & scrolls trailing along the floor every so often, the Head Librarian couldn't help but crack a smile at the life being breathed into the neighboring building next door. This would prompt the gobliness OmNom to spark an idea on whether to write to the college or not just yet with the looming Fiction shelves glaring at her from behind.. . .

As a certain gobliness took a break from the endless cataloguing of books in the Grand Library, OmNom would notice the bill tucked away within the donation bin to read over. Reaching a certain section about books however would raise a brow of confusion as she spoke to herself amongst the empty halls, "..Whu hurt you tu kanzel lub in da yeerz ob lub....?"

Finding a copy of the missive amongst the hundreds of books currently being sorted in what once was the home of the main branch would a certain gobliness paused from the toiling of labor for a thought. Part of Gummy couldn't help but smile as much as her shoulder's scar did so as well towards the news, though her gears began to turn with an odd spark of enthusiasm for the event. "....Time tu start preparing on da side then.... Even if they is wrong tu use race as a weapon, we will show them how good we is." Gummy chittered to herself with a small smile. She could already feel herself planning in her mind of everything she'd have to dig up once more, but a certain spirit would be looking down upon the gobliness with the same, twisted smile that had begun to brew.

Not even a month had passed since the last funeral attended would Gummy hear the news through the aviary missives collected. The gobliness stood frozen on the street as her beady gaze stared at the parchment, through the parchment & lost all focus of the world around her. Surely, it is only a rumor.. right? Thought the frazzled feral bean, unable to believe it at first from how shocking the news panged at her heartache already. Walking back home to check if Hick was home yet to clear things up for her, Gummy would only be faced with the facts that his name no longer stood upon the parcel box anymore, yet the building still stood, as if awaiting for the fabled man to return home. Its front door key weighed heavily in her robed pocket, fumbling with the ring of keys to be allowed inside still. The home felt as if it had changed; colder than it had always felt now, quieter. The furniture still held the scent of Hick's presence & yet not a sliver of him was in sight. "..P-po'hai.. . ." Gummy chittered under her breath, barely a whisper as she didn't notice herself collapsing to her knees in the doorway, nor the tears that began to silently trickle down her cheeks. ~*~ Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, Sonia overheard her sibling from the other room exclaim the news to their surprise from upstairs, sparking a deep sadness in the small halfling; enough for her pupper companion to sense something was wrong. She couldn't help but go quiet in her bedroom, taking a moment that felt like an eternity to shed countless tears for Uncle Hick. It had only been yesterday since he turned 100.. right? She thought to herself, remembering the pinata & many who arrived to join in the festivities for the man, the myth, the legend. After pulling herself away from the pupper to straighten herself out, Sonia would scrape herself off the floor & head out of the burrow with the dog in tow behind her, down by the ocean & begin to plant flowers in honor of his memory with a saddened smile.

Returning from a less than enthusiastic service in town would a certain gobliness find a copy of the news posted on the satellite branch's noticeboard. Her heavy heart couldn't help but sputter a half-hearted chuckle as she read the missive; it seemed to have brought a flicker of life back to 'OmNom's' spirit before she returned to the depths of the basement maelstrom once more.

Hart will live on in a certain gobliness' memory, despite how long it's been in seeing them.... T^T

The grand librarian would pause to take a moment & read over the missive that slipped into the donation box upstairs from the amount of book sorting 'OmNom' had been delving into with a raised brow. "They update their papers again, curious.... Why is 'librarians' so littul though....?" She chittered to herself as she simply carried the parchment down into the depths of the library with her. "It is a good paper tu save for upstairs later...."

Finding a copy within the donation bin of the grand library would 'OmNom' raise a brow at first; skeptical of its contents as she'd found times before. However, as she read through the missive once, twice.... A hint of surprise & relief seemed to drift through her thoughts. "..It iz a Krugmaz mirakul...." she chittered to herself from the break room, alone for the moment before uttering a prayer up to the ceiling quietly, "..Lûp'Theruz îzub'ûr uruk-hai kranklûkz hon-fûr'nar agh gimb'khatûn larg-durbûrz...."

Somewhere along the Southern Shores, would a pitbull perk up from outside the many burrows with Sonia & begin to howl to the moon, sensing something along the wind to bring it a moment of sadness. Despite the halfling child not knowing what had happened, she couldn't help but listen to her companion that sat beside her every waking moment & would offer to hug the pupper with her one arm. It wasn't much, but somewhere out there, there was hope to keep Turtwin's memory living on in good spirits.

Overhearing snippets of the mumbled chanting from her sibling's bedroom, Sonia would grow more concerned about Hazel with each passing day & yet unable to figure out how to muster up the courage to cease the strife on her own.