Wherever the wind shall take me
It was a clear night. Like many others the old ‘ker had Slept under. Clear enough that the moon reflected back off the water below.
A sheer cliff he had climbed, painstakingly but the view was worth it. It made him think of his time on aevos, the cliffs that Amathine sat atop. How the crisp ocean air would flow into his and his partners home from the open balcony.
Osiris was scared to death of the ocean… the sail from aevos to azuras had him hiding away in the hull of the ship, and yet here he was, admiring it. The irony was not lost on him, in fact it made the old elf chuckle.
But alas, here he was, just the moon and him in what would be his final moments, zarph had already been sent on their way. The look in the owl's eye… knowing.
“After everything…just you and me” he speaks to no one in particular “iv seen nations rise and fall like the tides, watched places and friends fade with time” he takes a breath “and yet you… the only constant” he closed his eyes as he thought.
The few memories he remembered… where that of joy.
He takes a step
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He Falls
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The wind is loud before it's replaced
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Replaced by the harsh chill of the sea
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He's not scared this time… this time it takes him.
Farewell Osiris
Wherever the tide shall take you