STRANGENESS AND CHARM
Suddenly, there is a wave of emotions. At first, it’s like the clouds have opened to a soft rain. Then it becomes heavier and heavier like a strong downpour. It turns into the rushing current of a river that pushes Corr aside for a moment. Her sense of calm dissipates and she is left sharing what she believes to be Marisol’s pain. Corr regrets bringing up the subject; she didn’t realize it hurt so much. Her eyes well up and a single tear runs down her cheek as she listens to the woman speak.
"The island…" she begins to say, but trails off into her thoughts. It had been such a strange place of what she believed to be magic and wonder, but it had its demons too. There were rumors of holes opening up in the ground and swallowing horses whole, but she had dismissed them for poppycock. Perhaps they hadn’t been rumors after all. Still, there is something in her gut that tells her they are not dead and still alive somewhere.
Unfortunately, that’s not the case with the island. She wants to suggest they go there and do a ritual to try and speak to the spirits of the land for guidance. Perhaps she can pick up on traces of auras left by the three, but the island is gone. It left just as it had arrived- with an earthquake and volcanic eruption. There had been nothing left but lava rock and ash and even that had been swallowed up by the sea. The most she can do is sit by the shore and hope the ocean has something to say. But, she does not have a connection with the water, not like Asterion did.
Marisol clears her throat and the subject is changed, which Corr finds herself thankful for. The Commander asks about her ideas for the vigil and the crow witch takes a moment to think. She would need to talk to Fiona to gather her thoughts, but it wouldn’t hurt to brainstorm some ideas.
"Back home with Astreas we would do funeral pyres under the stars and gather around with a great feast. It was… more of a celebration of life than mourning and helped us strengthen our bonds. We would also arrange crystal grids to the stars and set out mementos to remember them by," she begins to explain, her heart hurting as she becomes homesick. "I'd want to see what Fiona thinks, but we could do that or…" she pauses, thinking of the sea again. She did not know Florentine or Lysander very well, but Asterion had his own special magic. "It might be more appropriate to do something at the ocean. We could set up mini boats with flowers, crystals, candles, you name it, for each of them, then set them off to sail at sea. Almost like we are freeing their bodies and spirit to the sea, but in a more symbolic way." The topic does not make Corr feel any happier, but it would be good to do something in the trio’s honor. Either idea she feels would suffice.
"Maybe," she adds, "we can put a note just in case it reaches them. Or a letter. Whatever we would wish to say to them and maybe they’ll get it wherever they are." It’s a long shot, but she is always one to keep her hopes up. The world is a magical place full of so many unknowns, so there could be that small chance they were out there and would know their court missed them. If anything it could provide closer for many.
She looks to Marisol with a heavy heart and wonders what the woman’s thoughts would be to her ideas. She offers a warm smile and places her wing on her shoulder. "We’ll get through this together."
@Marisol <3
Suddenly, there is a wave of emotions. At first, it’s like the clouds have opened to a soft rain. Then it becomes heavier and heavier like a strong downpour. It turns into the rushing current of a river that pushes Corr aside for a moment. Her sense of calm dissipates and she is left sharing what she believes to be Marisol’s pain. Corr regrets bringing up the subject; she didn’t realize it hurt so much. Her eyes well up and a single tear runs down her cheek as she listens to the woman speak."The island…" she begins to say, but trails off into her thoughts. It had been such a strange place of what she believed to be magic and wonder, but it had its demons too. There were rumors of holes opening up in the ground and swallowing horses whole, but she had dismissed them for poppycock. Perhaps they hadn’t been rumors after all. Still, there is something in her gut that tells her they are not dead and still alive somewhere.
Unfortunately, that’s not the case with the island. She wants to suggest they go there and do a ritual to try and speak to the spirits of the land for guidance. Perhaps she can pick up on traces of auras left by the three, but the island is gone. It left just as it had arrived- with an earthquake and volcanic eruption. There had been nothing left but lava rock and ash and even that had been swallowed up by the sea. The most she can do is sit by the shore and hope the ocean has something to say. But, she does not have a connection with the water, not like Asterion did.
Marisol clears her throat and the subject is changed, which Corr finds herself thankful for. The Commander asks about her ideas for the vigil and the crow witch takes a moment to think. She would need to talk to Fiona to gather her thoughts, but it wouldn’t hurt to brainstorm some ideas.
"Back home with Astreas we would do funeral pyres under the stars and gather around with a great feast. It was… more of a celebration of life than mourning and helped us strengthen our bonds. We would also arrange crystal grids to the stars and set out mementos to remember them by," she begins to explain, her heart hurting as she becomes homesick. "I'd want to see what Fiona thinks, but we could do that or…" she pauses, thinking of the sea again. She did not know Florentine or Lysander very well, but Asterion had his own special magic. "It might be more appropriate to do something at the ocean. We could set up mini boats with flowers, crystals, candles, you name it, for each of them, then set them off to sail at sea. Almost like we are freeing their bodies and spirit to the sea, but in a more symbolic way." The topic does not make Corr feel any happier, but it would be good to do something in the trio’s honor. Either idea she feels would suffice.
"Maybe," she adds, "we can put a note just in case it reaches them. Or a letter. Whatever we would wish to say to them and maybe they’ll get it wherever they are." It’s a long shot, but she is always one to keep her hopes up. The world is a magical place full of so many unknowns, so there could be that small chance they were out there and would know their court missed them. If anything it could provide closer for many.
She looks to Marisol with a heavy heart and wonders what the woman’s thoughts would be to her ideas. She offers a warm smile and places her wing on her shoulder. "We’ll get through this together."
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