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To Liri, the line between elder and novice was never concrete. Some days she still felt the same as when she was first attuned – as if she was naught but a single snowflake amidst a raging blizzard. It was only when the aches of old age began to nip at her heels that she accepted her fate. She may have been an elder, a mentor, or just any other old, deranged druid, but she refused to become like her predecessors.
Every step was a burden and every breath a struggle. She desperately leant upon her mother for support, hardly able to stand on her own. Sister Snow had made up her mind a long time ago as the seventh tenant of the Sage Way echoed in her mind. She could still hear her grandmother’s voice firmly lecturing.“Where life goes, so too should you.”
The Lynx was Liri’s everything, one of the last things that still bound her to this tattered mortal coil. It mattered not if the Great Stag humored their request. If she couldn’t follow her partner right now, she would find a way to pass to the eternal forest on her own terms. To forsake the natural cycle was a failure of a druid’s duties. She could only ever delay the inevitable, so why bother to run any longer?
“If we wish to welcome the new, we first must accept the death of the old.”
She gave one final glance over her shoulder, tears only now beginning to gather in her eyes. One final lingering, observant gaze cast about all of those that bore witness to her death. There was a cruel irony to it, watching snow melt in the dead of winter. Turning back to the Lynx, she gave the faintest dip of her head. Their fingers intertwined, Liri keeping a tight hold for support as she hobbled forth.
She had never thought herself capable of walking so willingly to her end. Death scared the elder more than anything else. There was no screaming, crying, or lashing out in refusal of her fate – only a resolute acceptance that this was not the end, but rather a new beginning. As she stared down the blinding light of the fae realm, she couldn’t help but murmur a final few words to her partner. Voice laden with an eerie sense of calm, kept it quiet enough that only Tailesin and the deities above could hear.
“I sure hope you’re willing to spend another eternity with me, leyuan.”
Amidst the ethereal portal she could see the familiar faces of old brothers and sisters peering out. Finally, alongside Lynx, Sister Snow was welcomed home. No longer did she have to bear the persistent ache of her transience. Winter ending only meant that flowers would soon bloom.
SpoilerOOC:
Liri was my first ever real character, which saw the shift of me no longer playing this as a pseudo-factions server. I sought to play LOTC for the roleplaying experience it was meant to be and enjoyed every moment of it. The last five years were an amazing time and I am infinitely thankful for the the druids, both old and new, putting up with my antics.
I had not expected her to die when she did, or how she did. I could spend the next few hours writing out my thanks for everyone who brought joy to both Liri and I, but that'd take far too long.
Instead, thank you in specific to @Keefy for giving me the opportunity to play Liri, and thank you to @Drusus for being there every step of the way. This character wouldn't have been possible, as enjoyable, or long-lasting if it weren't for the both of you. From the young age of twelve all the way up to two-hundred and ninety, Liri occupied over five years of my life.
I hope that whatever character comes my way next will be as fun as Liri was. (:
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