Caelynn huffed, "Well there used to be a few, we'd have to fix them often, but otherwise we swam out a bit in the warmer waters and climbed up onto the boats we were taking. It shouldn't be a surprise with these things in the air that docks on the water are gone." She began to look around at the sky, "How do you get onto the boat then? Since the Climb is too hot? It's not like we can fly."
She listened to Talyson's voice and found that she quite liked his accent. His voice was so different, she found that the way his words meshed together rather made him sound comfortable, relaxed. "Really? No one has lived here? There used to be so many people. No wonder I haven't seen anyone other than Lena and you. I can't imagine why no one would want to live here. Warm, sunny, fun. So much to explore in the caves and mountains." With a happy giggle she looked around again. This could be her last look at her home, would that make her a hypocrite? Questioning why no one would want to live here when she herself is leaving the spicy island.
As she looked around she grew concerned as her hiking partner began to choke. Looking over at him she cocked her head. Knowing that asking if he was okay wasn't going to help anything, she would have offered her own waterskin if his wasn't already up at his mouth. Suddenly a revelation hit her, his lungs aren't like mine. Suddenly her cheeks darkened, "Well, maybe that's why no one lives here. I forgot how hard visitors could have it in the ashy air. I have a handkerchief you can tie around your face. It will help." Tossing her bag around her shoulder and resting the bottom of it on her foot she reached into a pocket and pulled out a square tile of thin fabric. It looked ripped from a larger sheet of fabric and a little worn out but it would be able to be folded in half at a diagonal to cover from his nose to his neck and tie around the back of his head. She held it out to him and kept her bag on her foot just in case he would reject her offer.
Caelynn listened as they walked and carried on towards the ship. She'd never admit it but occasionally she watched him as she listened. He was different than she was used to. Something about his tall frame. It wasn't the fact that she'd never seen people without horns and tails, she had. Frankie hadn't had those, he was one of the people she loved most. It was like, he was missing something that the people she had met before had. A hardness about him. Like a shell. He didn't seem to have that. His face held emotion and reaction that she was only used to seeing from her closest people. As he spoke she started a mental list of words she'd have to ask about; Snowcloak, Deepfrost Shield, Portals.
Hearing the questions Caelynn smiled, "You called my home 'the wilds'. That is what it was like. We roamed our homes and other homes all the like as much as we could. Trading and hunting. My family and I spent most of our time here in Climb. Searching and researching the caves and mountains. We found so many wonders that we would spend the years rotating through them for vacations. Listing their changes in the time." Caelynn giggled, "My best friend, Frankie, and I would sneak away on weekends to the Burrows and party, steal, get up to all the chaos making we could handle. It was a blast, we spent most of our lives just being little chaos coordinators. On our first and last trip, Hak Etme, he got sick. I spent my last year caring for him. His parents didn't want him back, afraid that the illness would spread. What a bunch of babies, they left the Climb after hearing he was sick. Went back to their ancestral home."
After a few moments Caelynn took a deep breath and pushed back the tears, it hurt to both think about Frankie but to also think about her parents. It was only fair, he told her about his. "My parents, when I had 20 years of life, during a trip in the caves died. A fyrhund attack, I couldn't protect them. They'd not done much training for me on killing dangerous creatures in the caves. Only hunting for food, not for fun. I didn't have my hunting weapons on me. They put their lives on the line for me. I only saw one hound, but I know there was a pack. My life has been full of death, but there was nothing as hard as my best friend dying. I couldn't do anything to help him. He just got worse and worse over the year that he was sick. I put my friend at the alter. Asked Dygra to take him, protect him, love him until I could be with him again. She did. Then I went home. It took me 4 of my years to feel comfortable to pack up and leave as I promised Frankie I would do in his honor. During those years I worked, saved up, learned about my flora and fauna and then I packed my bags and I sat at the fire to eat dinner. I must have passed out without dinner from exhaustion. Then I woke up this morning, my plate dry, part the point of rotten, past the point of smell, dry next to me. My mug of tea, completely gone. Stains on the inside of the mug, the cup bone dry, the little leaves still sitting in the bottom of the mug were past the point of rot as well. My bags still sat by the door, the fire long gone out but the room not cold. Feeling as if I truly woke up the next morning." She knew she probably said to much, but those were the last memories she had. Her memories of yesterday. Which was apparently over 100 years ago by the way Lena and Tal had spoken. She merely felt like she'd had one sleep. It had only felt like two sleeps since she gave her best friend, the love of her life, to Dygra. Though she knew she gave him over 4 Deepfrosts ago.
Caelynn adjusted her bag on her shoulder as she climbed up a particularly chunky block of rock. "I live in this wild wilderness, when I got up, I knew something was different. There was no way one night would have affected my food as it had. So I took my bag and I ran. I ran to others' homes, no one there. I ran to the caves where I knew an old man to live and trade his stones, no one there. Not even his stone stash was there. No one was in my village. Not even a gore crow or rock slider which I figured I would have heard when I left my front door." Scratching at her hair she looked at Tal, "Our lives aren't so different, maybe Dygra woke me to a new world, one where I have to find Frankie?' Caelynn chuckled and shook her head trying to find something to ease the pain and fear she felt.
She listened to Talyson's voice and found that she quite liked his accent. His voice was so different, she found that the way his words meshed together rather made him sound comfortable, relaxed. "Really? No one has lived here? There used to be so many people. No wonder I haven't seen anyone other than Lena and you. I can't imagine why no one would want to live here. Warm, sunny, fun. So much to explore in the caves and mountains." With a happy giggle she looked around again. This could be her last look at her home, would that make her a hypocrite? Questioning why no one would want to live here when she herself is leaving the spicy island.
As she looked around she grew concerned as her hiking partner began to choke. Looking over at him she cocked her head. Knowing that asking if he was okay wasn't going to help anything, she would have offered her own waterskin if his wasn't already up at his mouth. Suddenly a revelation hit her, his lungs aren't like mine. Suddenly her cheeks darkened, "Well, maybe that's why no one lives here. I forgot how hard visitors could have it in the ashy air. I have a handkerchief you can tie around your face. It will help." Tossing her bag around her shoulder and resting the bottom of it on her foot she reached into a pocket and pulled out a square tile of thin fabric. It looked ripped from a larger sheet of fabric and a little worn out but it would be able to be folded in half at a diagonal to cover from his nose to his neck and tie around the back of his head. She held it out to him and kept her bag on her foot just in case he would reject her offer.
Caelynn listened as they walked and carried on towards the ship. She'd never admit it but occasionally she watched him as she listened. He was different than she was used to. Something about his tall frame. It wasn't the fact that she'd never seen people without horns and tails, she had. Frankie hadn't had those, he was one of the people she loved most. It was like, he was missing something that the people she had met before had. A hardness about him. Like a shell. He didn't seem to have that. His face held emotion and reaction that she was only used to seeing from her closest people. As he spoke she started a mental list of words she'd have to ask about; Snowcloak, Deepfrost Shield, Portals.
Hearing the questions Caelynn smiled, "You called my home 'the wilds'. That is what it was like. We roamed our homes and other homes all the like as much as we could. Trading and hunting. My family and I spent most of our time here in Climb. Searching and researching the caves and mountains. We found so many wonders that we would spend the years rotating through them for vacations. Listing their changes in the time." Caelynn giggled, "My best friend, Frankie, and I would sneak away on weekends to the Burrows and party, steal, get up to all the chaos making we could handle. It was a blast, we spent most of our lives just being little chaos coordinators. On our first and last trip, Hak Etme, he got sick. I spent my last year caring for him. His parents didn't want him back, afraid that the illness would spread. What a bunch of babies, they left the Climb after hearing he was sick. Went back to their ancestral home."
After a few moments Caelynn took a deep breath and pushed back the tears, it hurt to both think about Frankie but to also think about her parents. It was only fair, he told her about his. "My parents, when I had 20 years of life, during a trip in the caves died. A fyrhund attack, I couldn't protect them. They'd not done much training for me on killing dangerous creatures in the caves. Only hunting for food, not for fun. I didn't have my hunting weapons on me. They put their lives on the line for me. I only saw one hound, but I know there was a pack. My life has been full of death, but there was nothing as hard as my best friend dying. I couldn't do anything to help him. He just got worse and worse over the year that he was sick. I put my friend at the alter. Asked Dygra to take him, protect him, love him until I could be with him again. She did. Then I went home. It took me 4 of my years to feel comfortable to pack up and leave as I promised Frankie I would do in his honor. During those years I worked, saved up, learned about my flora and fauna and then I packed my bags and I sat at the fire to eat dinner. I must have passed out without dinner from exhaustion. Then I woke up this morning, my plate dry, part the point of rotten, past the point of smell, dry next to me. My mug of tea, completely gone. Stains on the inside of the mug, the cup bone dry, the little leaves still sitting in the bottom of the mug were past the point of rot as well. My bags still sat by the door, the fire long gone out but the room not cold. Feeling as if I truly woke up the next morning." She knew she probably said to much, but those were the last memories she had. Her memories of yesterday. Which was apparently over 100 years ago by the way Lena and Tal had spoken. She merely felt like she'd had one sleep. It had only felt like two sleeps since she gave her best friend, the love of her life, to Dygra. Though she knew she gave him over 4 Deepfrosts ago.
Caelynn adjusted her bag on her shoulder as she climbed up a particularly chunky block of rock. "I live in this wild wilderness, when I got up, I knew something was different. There was no way one night would have affected my food as it had. So I took my bag and I ran. I ran to others' homes, no one there. I ran to the caves where I knew an old man to live and trade his stones, no one there. Not even his stone stash was there. No one was in my village. Not even a gore crow or rock slider which I figured I would have heard when I left my front door." Scratching at her hair she looked at Tal, "Our lives aren't so different, maybe Dygra woke me to a new world, one where I have to find Frankie?' Caelynn chuckled and shook her head trying to find something to ease the pain and fear she felt.
caelynn
I will keep you, day and night,
here until the day I die.
I'll be living one life
for the two of us.
here until the day I die.
I'll be living one life
for the two of us.
