memories

(This is from a RP over a year ago. I am just catching up. It follows 'Of Belegos' )

The following morning Belegos was gone. 

(This story continues from  Return to Cuivienan )

We sat under the stars awhile, drinking in the light of their memories. After some time Estarfin moved seemingly absent mindedly to tighten the straps on his pauldron. Our converse on Cuivienan finished for the moment, my thoughts had moved on to another matter. 

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He played the music for a place where a stream met a dark, clear lake.

Also known through endearment and chance as the Lake of Tears.

The stream swept, climbed, danced as it always would. Then the lake ran, rapid and smiling despite herself. Regal as a queen and joyous as a windswept banner.

The disturbance, he secretly fancied, caused light to finally reach down to the depths.

Even if only for a little while. 

Music to listen while reading: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35riMhdQxn0

"Oi lad, sum beer?" said Endrain, offering the foaming mug to the elf.

Without any sound, he takes it and start drinking.

"So, would ya care for a story?" Endrain urged.

Lissilana had been away from Bree-land for entirely too long. She thought, after having her image of someone she loved, that leaving was the answer. That what happened was a sign for her to leave and do good elsewhere.

The winds brought scent of spring, as though attempting to cheer all hearts it touched. Birds began to sing again, in that cautious manner they did whenever winter seemed to dwindle.

Normally this would bring a brightness to Daphne's soul and make her slightly less prone to scowling. It was not so, this time.