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| Nicodemus | Thu May 19, 2011 3:33 am Post #1 |
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One could enjoy a wilted flower just as readily as those freshly bloomed. The wilted flower, dried, a husk containing naught but the memories its very existence suggested at. It was rare, but every so often, Cassandra found a moment in her own life she could stop and enjoy her work. She sat at the bedside of a woman, bed little more than a sheet thrown over straw, and held in her hand the withered old hand of this once great flower. All too often she traveled to the bedsides of the dying and watched as a living history of the years past faded to nothing, the fire of their life dwindling to a pinpoint of light, then gone, snuffed out by time. And all too few times was she requested to keep their memories, to become a vessel for the knowledge of the dead. “You are sure you wish to do this?” Cassie held the woman’s hand, squeezing reassuringly. “I’ve lived a long life, child. Learned much, given too little. My time is coming when I must return to the earth, and it is long past time I should give back to the people.” The old woman smiled weakly, a rack of coughs striking her. Cassandra rested a hand on her chest, soothing her pains. “But are you sure? I will not disturb your rest without full consent.” Cassandra pressed. “It is I who requested you this service, is it not? No weight on you for this.” The woman sighed, leaning her head back. “You avoid the answer I seek.” Cassie cocked an eyebrow. A raspy laugh. “Forgive me. I am old, and it is not often I am greeted with company. Even if that company is my last. Yes, dear. This is what I wish.” The woman smiled, her teeth in fair shape despite her age and situation, living amongst the refugees of Taras. Cassandra brushed a stray hair from her face. “Very well. As Arbiter, I will receive your testament, remembering your story for the generations to come. You will live on through the vassal of Chaon and the People.” Cassandra’s words were rehearsed and formal. A smile broke her demeanor. “And as your friend, Desdemona, I will listen to your story. Tell me from the beginning.” A tear gathered in her eye as the dying woman wet her lips and began speaking. “I was not born in Taras, though the last years of my life have been lived here. My story starts in the North, in a village just past the borders of Imythess…” The woman continued to speak, and Cassandra listened, her head bowed as the story quieted, fading. Through the contact with her hand, Cassandra eased the woman’s final sleep, holding away the pain and keeping her comfortable. With a final breath, the woman’s lips parted and she went limp. There is an aura that living beings sense about those also in life, a knowledge that they hold a soul, and an unease when near a dead being. A sense that it is no more than an empty vessel. Cassandra could see the true process of death in full. She watched as the woman’s face paled, the constant movement of a live body stilling, and that final, telling limpness. A moment later, a silver mist showed itself to her eyes, rising slowly as a feather on the wind. Reaching out, she gingerly wrapped her fingers around it, pulling it towards herself. Inhaling, she pulled the soul to herself as if hugging it. The mist dissipated against her skin, entering her nostrils and mouth. When it was all taken in, Cassie remained in that position for a moment more. Finally, she got to her knees, dusting off her robes. Reaching forward, she plucked a dried flower from an old blown glass bottle next to the bed. She reached down to set it on her chest before pausing, taking the flower back. Standing, Cassandra bowed towards the woman’s corpse and exited the tent backwards, keeping her front facing the dead old woman until the flaps closed. Standing, she wiped a tear from her eye. Looking at it, she frowned and flicked it away. Walking out of the camp, she found a suitable empty place, devoid of life and any to bother. Kneeling in the dirt, she placed the stem of the flower in the earth. Cupping her hands around the dried bud, she willed a portion of the woman’s life into the flower. It began to recolor, wrinkles filling out, gathering nutrients from the soil. Moments later, a bright red flower with violet edges bloomed fully, taking root instantly. The stem thickened and toughened, growing a bark-like texture. In time it would become a tree of its own, unable to sow its own seeds, but never dying. She allowed herself one last smile before clearing her throat and putting on a stoic look. |
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| Kemi | Mon May 23, 2011 3:35 am Post #2 |
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Taras was destroyed so many years ago, to a child it would seem such. Evals stopped living here thirty years ago so the Demon Invasion was still new to her. Yet she has already spent some time navigating the ruins of Taras to try and remember. The city changed quite a bit since she left and the destruction didn’t help. She found out where her home was, or where it use to be. There was half of a stair case still standing, it was burnt and look like it would collapse when walked on. She tried to walk on it anyways, go upstairs, towards her room. She got to the top and nothing happened. The world didn’t fix itself. She wasn’t alive. She didn’t go back in time. The stairs didn’t break. She then walked back down. Only a while afterwards did Cassandra walk into an abandoned zone. Only after she planted the flower did Evals appear. She was behind Cassie and sitting. Elevated a good ten feet in the air, she sat on a ruined wall. One leg crossed over the other and both hands pressing down on her knees. She doubted her appearance surprised Cassie. She didn’t remember her too well but had this feeling she wouldn’t be snuck up upon easily. “I didn’t know you enjoyed gardening.” She mentioned, making it sound offhanded. “The scenery might not be the best though.” Evals only really knew that she met this person before. Not sure how long ago or what they spoke about. She faintly remembered the Shadow Society involved though, not much more. She would let the woman reveal any information she might need, to avoid asking. She waved her hand towards the closet exit of the city. “I’m sure a forest would have been a lot nicer than this Demon Damned City.” She said, continuing some kind of casual conversation. |
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