Memory Share: Seregil í Korit

[of_bokthersa]

You've been with Nysander for several months now. Kicked from the court like a thief once your relationship with Korathan was discovered. Thrown out without Korathan speaking a single word for you. What you had wasn't love, you knew that well enough, but it still stung like a knife wound. It was only thanks to Nysander and his belief in your ability to become a wizard that you weren't on the street scrounging for survival.

Except you've been a complete miserable failure with that as well. All your spells turn out wrong or burst into a disaster. No matter how much guidance he's given you, you can't seem to return the faith he has in you. It's begun to eat a hole in you, pushing you deeper into the melancholy that you've been fighting since your exile. These are the things that cause the Aurenfaie to take their lives when they're exiled. This firm grasp of how much you don't belong, how you'll never belong in the world of the Tir.

This is a simple spell, one that you're sure you can do without messing it up. This time, this time you'll be able to do it right, and you'll be able to prove Nysander's faith in you justified.

Comments

[of_bokthersa]

It was. Having very little to be responsible for can be very calming.

[adeptable]

I can imagine. It has been some time since I've had no worries.

[of_bokthersa]

The same. it's been several years since those days in the woods.

[adeptable]

My sympathies. Goddess willing, we both will find simpler times again.

[of_bokthersa]

It isn't bad here. A few bumps, but again, I've been through worse.

[adeptable]

I do not think I am made for this place. It is far too close for my liking.

[of_bokthersa]

You prefer the country?

[adeptable]

I prefer the sky and the trees. My people prefer the higher places.

[of_bokthersa]

You would have loved Bôkthersa.

[adeptable]

Is that your home?

[of_bokthersa]

It is.

[He sends her a mental image of his home when it's snowed. Beautiful glistening and surrounded by woods. The smell is clean and crisp. There are even dragons flying in the sky. Small ones, that is.]

I'm partial, of course, but it's the most beautiful place I've ever seen.

[adeptable]

[Starwind is not even fazed by that and he even smiles a little]

It is lovely. Though I think I would miss k'Treva.

[of_bokthersa]

Oh? What is this k'Treva like?

[adeptable]

[In response, Starwind sends an image of his own--a deep Vale, surrounded by snow but green within, the tall trees and the wooden ekeles within them, lush greenery and hot springs.]

Perhaps not so grand, but home.

[of_bokthersa]

Breathtaking. Your hot springs look utterly inviting.

[He'll send images of the spacious baths in Aurenen, a focal point of any good clan. They're spacious and warm, with tables for massaging.]

[adeptable]

The wonders they can work are exquisite. [For any number of reasons]

Though it seems you have your own escapes.

[of_bokthersa]

Nothing as grand as yours.

[adeptable]

We will both need introductions, then.

[of_bokthersa]

Have you visited the baths here?

[Wine and water seem the best way to be introduced.]

[adeptable]

I have not. I suppose I was too busy being shocked by the place.

[of_bokthersa]

It does take some getting used to.

[adeptable]

I do not know if I would like to be accustomed to it.

[of_bokthersa]

I'm sure you'll go home eventually. For now, however, it's an interesting change.

[adeptable]

I suppose so. Though I must say there is a reason "may your life be interesting" is a curse in Valdemar.

[of_bokthersa]

I've always been a fan of interesting.