Are
Her words, empty as they might've been, warmed a heart left blind and frozen by the passing. The act of reaching out, even a tentative one, left a little smile on the cobbler's face. Posing as a warrior granted only armor against spear and arrow, against a touch of compassion he was left defenseless. He found himself again pondering what Mel's words had brought to the surface. A swirling, churning whirlpool, and in it's center laid his greatest fear: being lost in what had been. No, he had to move forward, to fight the currents dragging him down, even if it hurt.
But the more he fought the further he sank and as every window of escape slid shut he found himself a warrior no more. Just a lost cobbler, fumbling in the dark in search of his beacon of light.
"Yes. A memory. That's all she is, but no less alive to me than the day I last saw her. That's what they all are to us now though. Memories rapidly fading, and with it the pain of never seeing home shores again." he said with a sigh, melancholy wrapping it's dark fingers around his mind and squeezing what little joy out of the life he had carved out for himself. Although, there was still fight in the man. A warrior not yet ready to lay down and slip into memories. "But we keep them alive, don't we?" Are stated, chuckling and shaking his head at it all. "I do now. Signe, may her name live on in a world far from our own. In song, and in stone. Say, Melinoë, what names are you keeping alive?"
But the more he fought the further he sank and as every window of escape slid shut he found himself a warrior no more. Just a lost cobbler, fumbling in the dark in search of his beacon of light.
"Yes. A memory. That's all she is, but no less alive to me than the day I last saw her. That's what they all are to us now though. Memories rapidly fading, and with it the pain of never seeing home shores again." he said with a sigh, melancholy wrapping it's dark fingers around his mind and squeezing what little joy out of the life he had carved out for himself. Although, there was still fight in the man. A warrior not yet ready to lay down and slip into memories. "But we keep them alive, don't we?" Are stated, chuckling and shaking his head at it all. "I do now. Signe, may her name live on in a world far from our own. In song, and in stone. Say, Melinoë, what names are you keeping alive?"
