Post by Sileauniamh on Sept 21, 2008 22:54:31 GMT -5
[[OOC note: Once upon a time, when AOL was a much simpler place to RP, there were four friends. These friends RP'd many adventures together that today might seem reckless or downright silly. As it happens in online, Fiona's mun retired from RP, leaving her character to me to use as a well beloved NPC, and the source of much mischief. I thank you, Briana for without her we wouldn't have our Trumps and so many other nice plot twists. Meysio was a human character, and her mun chose to do something with her that is so rarely seen. She allowed her to grow old and die, and allowed me as a player to let Rae deal with something that has plagued Elves throughout history. What happens when your friends of youth that are non Elven grow old and die. I thank you, Sherry, for without that Rae would not be who she is today. Two days ago, the third of that quartet Fahnuil passed away. Her mun had long since ceased to RP and had kept the SN and the account due to old times sake. It was time to move on, and Fahnuil the half Elf passed away in her sleep, her grand-daughter writing to Rae to let her know. Thank you, Marisa, for letting Rae know her. I'm sharing with you all the last time Rae and Fahn got to RP, back in June of 2002. Enjoy.]]
The idea had come to Rae, as she walked certain paths that she had not set foot upon in such a length of time. Fahnuil ... thoughts and memories came with that name, and she so longed to see her old friend. How well she remembered those peaceful grey eyes, that long silver mane falling about slim
shoulders, and those charcoal black wings ... but above all she remembered that smile. Part of her was afraid ... Mey had died, what if she had waited too long and Fahn was gone as well? That pang in her heart made her steps quicker on the path, and guided her to enter that house, her hands trembling just a touch. And then she saw her, standing by the window, the low light of evening washing over that petite form, and she spoke.
::Soft whispers::
Fahn ... how long has it been, darling?
::nearly jumps through the roof,
but in her surprise turned to elation she spins and hugs her friend tightly:: my goodness my dear, ages, a millennia at least.
::She smiled, and hugged her
back:: I've missed thee so much, Fahn. I had tae come see thee.
Well, you know me dearest ...
shutting myself up and working myself till I'm nothing but a frail stick. I forget the time, I forget to eat, I forget to sleep ... what year is it again, anyhow? ::she offers a weary laugh::
::Her laugh was soft, but her hand gently stroked that cheek, her amber eyes glittering softly:: I ... am not sure of the year either ... but I do know that thee need tae take care of thyself much better ... tis a lesson I learned the hard way myself. ::soft:: I would grieve, Fahn ... if thee were nay more.
Well I'm still here, though I'm
not sure by who's graces. I'm not so sure I'm happy anymore ... maybe death would be an improvement. But that is up to a higher power, never would I turn a blade upon myself.. rather I work to forget everything. It's a curse.. a writers curse.
Oh! Listen to me, spoiling this
wonderful moment with my black tongue. Nevermind all that. How are you my dear friend?
Tell me all that has happened since
I last saw you. ::she wraps an arm around her and leads her to a seat::
I would love tae find a
way, Fahn, to make thee smile like thee used tae. Twas like the sun out after a storm. I am well. ::a soft chuckle:: I almost died ... but I'm better. ::She went with her to the offered seat and sank down gratefully:: Came from trying tae hard to save everyone else ...
We brought many families over
from Faerun to the lands we protect. I sought tae keep this secret so that they could settle without being bothered, and let a curse creep over me. But ... its done now, and I am healed.
I am glad... I would surely waste
away without you. I have no one left but you. My husband is gone, my children are gone, and my friends have given up on me. All but you my dear.
Fahn, thee shall always
have a place with me. Always. Come and live with us, in RoseHaven. I will arrange thee a house, so that thee can write in peace without worry ... a place that thee can rest safe. ::She stroked her hair, sorrow in her face:: I grieve that thee lost thy husband ... and children. There is no greater sorrow.
[she sighed lightly] tis a
wonderous offer, but how can I accept when it would mean leaving this place I hold dear. This is all I have left. Perhaps I could venture to bring someone to live here with me, and keep me company, but I am far to tired to attempt such a thing. No, your visits are all the happiness I'll afford myself.
::She leaned close and pressed a kiss to her cheek:: For as long as I live Fahn, I will come and visit thee. Thee are the last of the friends I first made when I came tae this place, and thee are so very dear tae me. If thee likes ... I will send someone tae keep thee company, to do chores for thee, to help out ... if thee will let me.
My dear friend! You know me
better then anyone ... if you were to send someone to keep me company, someone to do chores, I would be more likely to further confine myself to an even smaller space just to escape them in my own house! No... I would need someone of sharp wit to amuse me. [she blushed realizing her mistreatment of her friends kindness] I do not mean to be difficult ... but solitude suits me for now. until the right companion comes along. perhaps what I deserve is to fall in love with a
cranky elitist old bother like myself... I may not look old, but age is eating away at me even though my face does not show it.
::She chuckled softly::
Oh Fahn ... I know. I just .. I feel so helpless, that thee would be so tired, so ... ::She sighed gentle:: I understand that. I had tae try though, thee knows? ::a soft smile:: Aye, a cranky, intellectual scholar with wit and charm enough tae know a real lady when he sees her, and how tae treat her once she looks at him.
::soft:: Thee have lived, a verra long time Fahn ... try tae stay with us, just a while longer, for my sake. I lost Mey ... I would mourn thee fore'er. Just a while longer.
But I think the key to meeting
someone is to go out... [she offered a slight laugh] I am in my winter, but I am not dead. You worry yourself too much. I am to stubborn to let death take me yet.
Even in Winter, thy beauty
stays, the vibrancy of thy soul is like an angel chorus that has dimmed to one sweet voice, yet still the song is as it was, sweet. ::softly:: For that, for
being my friend, I will always thank thee.
My dear... I think I shall venture
into town for a drink if you'll accompany me. I need to leave this place for a night, and a drink would do me well. that is if you have time to revel like the old days.
Oh for thee Fahn ... e'en
had I not a moment, I would take a day. ::She smiled soft::
A toast had been lifted that night, at the Claw and Cross ... for despite the commotion that had gone on, one thing was clear and fine that night. Fahnuil walked with Rae again, and it was right, and it was good.
Jausserande
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, it shines everywhere.
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
Originally posted:Aug 2003 12:42:12 EDT - Rae