Re: A song for Elean's mother

> From his roost up high in his tree that overlooked the the ocean, he idly picks at a few leaves. In his lofty perch, the winds blew feircely. He wraps his cloak tighter around himself, but suddenly stops, as the winds bring something new, a soft voice singing a song in an unknown language to him. He sits there as the beautiful melody goes on, and his thoughts wander to his departed mother. He notices the tear on his cheek when the cold winds freeze it to his cheek, and he rubs it away. The melody ceasing, he jumps down and walks in the direction of the voice. Once he arrives, no one is there beneath the old oak tree as he looks around before scanning the ground for tracks. There were too many tracks to follow, but there was one very prominent item, a silver amulet. He picks it up, turning it this way and that as he examines it. He looks on the back, and written very small, he can make out words. He runs the words inside his head for a moment, and a tune begins to form in his head, the tune that is close to the one he heard. Smiling, he puts the locket on a gold chain and hangs that on his neck, next to the heirloom. He takes one last look around to try and see the person that left this there, but not seeing them, he walks off back to his perch.

Tahlemaryn walks by moonlight back to her campsite. The fire has been blown out by the chill wind, and the camp seems somehow foreign and melancholy. Her song has left her feeling drained, as well it might considering the magic she had woven into the singing of it, and the writing on the amulet. It was strong magic, Cala'quessir magic as taught to only a few in the far Highlands. It would hold, it had to.

She knew well the type of grief Elean was bearing, and if she could lessen it somewhat, well so much the better.

Unable to summon the energy to re-kindle the fire, Tahlemaryn rolled herself into her deer skin and tried not to think of home ...

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> <i>> From his roost up high in his tree that overlooked the the ocean, he idly picks at a few leaves. In his lofty perch, the winds blew feircely. He wraps his cloak tighter around himself, but suddenly stops, as the winds bring something new, a soft voice singing a song in an unknown language to him. He sits there as the beautiful melody goes on, and his thoughts wander to his departed mother. He notices the tear on his cheek when the cold winds freeze it to his cheek, and he rubs it away. The melody ceasing, he jumps down and walks in the direction of the voice. Once he arrives, no one is there beneath the old oak tree as he looks around before scanning the ground for tracks. There were too many tracks to follow, but there was one very prominent item, a silver amulet. He picks it up, turning it this way and that as he examines it. He looks on the back, and written very small, he can make out words. He runs the words inside his head for a moment, and a tune begins to form in his head, the tune that is close to the one he heard. Smiling, he puts the locket on a gold chain and hangs that on his neck, next to the heirloom. He takes one last look around to try and see the person that left this there, but not seeing them, he walks off back to his perch.</i> > Tahlemaryn walks by moonlight back to her campsite. The fire has been blown out by the chill wind, and the camp seems somehow foreign and melancholy. Her song has left her feeling drained, as well it might considering the magic she had woven into the singing of it, and the writing on the amulet. It was strong magic, <i>Cala'quessir</i> magic as taught to only a few in the far Highlands. It would hold, it had to. > She knew well the type of grief Elean was bearing, and if she could lessen it somewhat, well so much the better. > Unable to summon the energy to re-kindle the fire, Tahlemaryn rolled herself into her deer skin and tried not to think of home ...
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