chest: CLOSED — @isra! — "Speech" and Thoughts
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The Denoctian court was bustling, as per the norm.
Amidst the Solstice party-goers that rushed past towards the festivities, the Solterran Warden lumbered languidly on. It had been a long time since he stepped foot here, for mixed reasons. He wondered if many people here still remembered Aislinn.
In the rush and hustle, he found quiet solace among his own thoughts. There had been whispered rumors of his family, gone, and the pit that settled in his stomach was unexpected and unwelcome. Cynix, gone for more seasons than he expected - and Siavax followed long after. He never expected Araxes to leave, though. He wondered if the flood caught them, or if they left sometime before or after.
No sobbed goodbyes, no — not so much as a whisper before she became a ghost like so many others. He felt the silence grip his throat, and he didn't remember nary a gaze that he met as he wandered the once-familiar capital for what felt like too long. The only enemies he had within Denocte were long, long gone, and there was no hesitation in his step.
Eventually, he found a little nook that he could tell was distinctly hers. After the waters had flooded the capital and then slowly receded back to uncover their devastation, her presence was still here... On the balconies of one of the buildings - nestled in a crook beside a tall, old tree - there was a pile of soft cloth, books, herbs, and homeopathic concoctions.
Even standing below the balcony, he could tell it was hers. The smell, the little knick-knacks, the personality carved into such a tiny space... there was no doubt in his mind. For a brief moment, the world was lost around him as he stared up at the balcony, silence still holding its tight, unwelcome grip on his throat.
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