Thread: Another Life (Cheshire Smirk & darkangel76)

For several long moments, Amarylis stood there listening to Arzale play before finally moving a bit closer. As she walked, she found her body needing to shift its weight, her arms moving out to her sides in order to keep balance. A part of her felt silly, but the ship was rocking quite strongly due to the storm. She could still hear the rains pounding against the deck and the thunder rumbling and cracking outside. A shiver ran along her spine... she truly was so far from home. Finally, Amarylis reached Arzale's bed, letting her hand reach out to touch the edge. She bit down on her lip and closed her eyes as she listened to the music, her soul filled with ease as the melodies washed over her. Music had always spoken to her, had always been one thing that drew her in. She could remember how her mother had sung to her as a childlullabies and other folk tunes, all such cherished memories now that she was sailing away from all that she knew and loved. She could remember those blustery winter nights when her father would play his fiddle and oh... the dancing. She loved that just as much as she did the music. Merrowdowns? Amarylis asked, her question more rhetorical. Slowly, she opened her eyes as the word rolled off her tongue. She blinked her blue eyes several times as she thought more about her home. Home. It seemed so far away, a distant dreamland that she'd never see again. She wondered what her father and mother were doing... probably fretting about her departure. After all, she'd only been gone now for a couple of weeks, not nearly long enough for them to have gotten used to her absence. She knew them well and could easily recall just how bothered they'd been when she'd told them her great plans to see the world and experience all it had to offer. Her father had been so furious, had insisted, at first she not go at all. But her mother could tell she'd been determined, knew that to forbid would mean to lose forever. They'd then begged she take a guide, a friend, a guard. But she wouldn't hear of it. Oh how nave she'd been not to listen... Then again, she was still alive. And she wasn't being treated poorly by the raiders. Truly she knew so little about life, about the world and its people. It's a beautiful place, Amarylis stated plainly, her expression going thoughtful as her eyes began to glaze over. She could feel them prickling a bit so she turned her head slightly and looked at her lap. It's nestled beyond the Forest of Shadow and the town of Falk, tucked away near a river. She smiled a bit. It's own little paradise, you could say. Right about now they are probably getting ready for the Summer Festival, the last festival before the Great Harvest. Amarylis could envision the town bustling about to get things prepared for the festival and in some ways it made her feel better. Perhaps it gave her parents something to do other than worry and fret, not that they knew where she was or where she was going. Not that they ever would. Just then Amarylis felt a hot tear roll down a cheek. She let out a soft sigh and brushed it away. The festival is always wonderful. So much music and dancing. The entire town gets involved, decorating the square with wreaths of flowers made by the women. She giggled then at memories of festivals past. It always becomes a sea of pinks and purples. Never yellows. Why the yellow flowers get forgotten, I will never understand it. Perhaps we just have a penchant for pink and purple. She giggled a bit more, but suddenly went quiet. For some reason, she felt like she was rambling, saying things that were boring and mundane, not the sort of thing a warrior would care to hear or know.