"I've missed this little home."
Flish, swick. A flick of the finger alit another candle. Fire's light interwoven with stained glass' falling sunbeams in a way that wove a dusk's light in the otherwise middle of the day. These were a particular kind of candle which he had found on his journeys. He'd carved the wax away from the deep earth himself, just to bring them here. He didn't come to this place very often-a few occasions at most. The two clergy upholding the quiet temple knew him well, even if they did not meet for more than a few days a year.
The two in charge of maintaining the temple trusted him. Apparently he, who had 'undertaken the ultimate journey', was important as a figure to the priest and priestess. Haru couldn't say that he truly understood what made him so very important to them, yet reciprocated their kindness in turn. They trusted him-enough to leave the church off to Honeyhome for two days' rest so that he may be alone in this place.
This was a silent place-one hidden from the eyes of most players of Terrasphere. One only found this place by unceasingly following the river in the secretive Barkgrove, the place itself a hidden spot of ever-growing woods nearby the newbie-famous Scarwoods for which Eastern Brisshal was known. He learned of the place as part of one of his many soul-searching journeys.
Now he was alone in it, as he had been for the past two years in which he had come. The sage had set chairs, tables and candles aplenty in solemn solitude. He had set these tables with tasteful meals for those who were not himself to feast upon during their final journeys.
If Haru were to be honest, he was not following any tradition in this little 'festival' he had created. Dia De Los Muertos, maybe-but in truth, he was just doing what he thought was right.
He held 'festivals' like this at times. Sometimes he would see other worshippers of the Dead's Elegy. He would sell them boats as the priests would do if they were here. Sometimes he would see other players, apparently told that Haru was holding a festival by people in Honeyhome. Sometimes they would stay long, talking with him into the night, and sometimes they would leave after getting spooked by the place.
His musings held weight. When players came to this place on word that Haru was holding a festival here, they did so on a quest made by the game. The thought that he had so deeply integrated with the world that he had become a focus of quests was a greatly amusing thought. He truly had become one with this world. Aur had responded to him.
It was only a shame that he did not grow to connect to people as long as he had with the world itself. It was a curse of his elegy-those who knew of what he was were bound to walk away for their own good. Haru did not hate this, even if it was a shame. Short-lived friendships could be just as sweet as any other.
With Haru's elegy, there was darkness. The crooks of shadow within the dusk of the chapel beheld something terrible within-something that Haru brought. This monster spoke to him as he reminisced, a piercing voice that only Haru could hear. It spoke of his flaws on many good days, and today was no exception.
A silence ensued in the church. If Haru had not known his bonded soul as well as he did, he may have been fooled to think that perhaps Oberon had simply left in some frustration or wish to end the conversation. Oberon did not simply come and go, however-he simply was, and always would be. The dark presence was in thought, his words stalled for a time.
She abandoned you. Abandoned us. There has not been one word from her since the time of Kurungaar's end.
Oberon did not respond further. He could not, not when he believed Haru to be right. Did the sage not himself give @Lucy the advice to leave him behind should she lose her boundless faith? Such a time came quickly, and such a time passed. Now the consequence for his being was given as it always had before, as it had from every new player he had guided to strength in Terrasphere. Such was life. Even if he held a bitter feeling in his heart, he was still glad to have made friends with the girl. The time he had spent was treasured-such was what kept the flower clown nestled within his hair everblooming.
Lily had gone on her own path, sure to be happier due to Haru's short guidance. @Brutus Dahlgren had not sought him out in a month with many a change, and surely the unstoppable man had gone to be a hero in his own right, too. He had not spoken to @Laylabelle in quite some time, and his journeys had carried him far from @Corsair 's limited reach. People passed from his palm, for that is what they were wont to do. Nobody would follow Haru on his journey with no end, for who would do such a senseless thing with their own life to live?
He beheld a treasure in his palm, a flower that had grown out of a lost and hallowed soul. It came from a realm far beyond what most players were willing to reach into, a place of death and what came afterwards. He had once kept this one gently woven into his flower crown. Now it was in his palm, and soon it was placed in a basin at the foot of Synra's solemn statue.
Though I mention many characters, don't be afraid to join on in with your own! This is an open thread, after all. If you're interested in the prompt, come on in. I'd be happy to roleplay with you during this festival.
Flish, swick. A flick of the finger alit another candle. Fire's light interwoven with stained glass' falling sunbeams in a way that wove a dusk's light in the otherwise middle of the day. These were a particular kind of candle which he had found on his journeys. He'd carved the wax away from the deep earth himself, just to bring them here. He didn't come to this place very often-a few occasions at most. The two clergy upholding the quiet temple knew him well, even if they did not meet for more than a few days a year.
The two in charge of maintaining the temple trusted him. Apparently he, who had 'undertaken the ultimate journey', was important as a figure to the priest and priestess. Haru couldn't say that he truly understood what made him so very important to them, yet reciprocated their kindness in turn. They trusted him-enough to leave the church off to Honeyhome for two days' rest so that he may be alone in this place.
This was a silent place-one hidden from the eyes of most players of Terrasphere. One only found this place by unceasingly following the river in the secretive Barkgrove, the place itself a hidden spot of ever-growing woods nearby the newbie-famous Scarwoods for which Eastern Brisshal was known. He learned of the place as part of one of his many soul-searching journeys.
Now he was alone in it, as he had been for the past two years in which he had come. The sage had set chairs, tables and candles aplenty in solemn solitude. He had set these tables with tasteful meals for those who were not himself to feast upon during their final journeys.
If Haru were to be honest, he was not following any tradition in this little 'festival' he had created. Dia De Los Muertos, maybe-but in truth, he was just doing what he thought was right.
He held 'festivals' like this at times. Sometimes he would see other worshippers of the Dead's Elegy. He would sell them boats as the priests would do if they were here. Sometimes he would see other players, apparently told that Haru was holding a festival by people in Honeyhome. Sometimes they would stay long, talking with him into the night, and sometimes they would leave after getting spooked by the place.
"How funny, to think of myself all but akin to an NPC. How the world changes..."
His musings held weight. When players came to this place on word that Haru was holding a festival here, they did so on a quest made by the game. The thought that he had so deeply integrated with the world that he had become a focus of quests was a greatly amusing thought. He truly had become one with this world. Aur had responded to him.
It was only a shame that he did not grow to connect to people as long as he had with the world itself. It was a curse of his elegy-those who knew of what he was were bound to walk away for their own good. Haru did not hate this, even if it was a shame. Short-lived friendships could be just as sweet as any other.
And yet you wallow still. Do not think that your sorrow goes unseen.
With Haru's elegy, there was darkness. The crooks of shadow within the dusk of the chapel beheld something terrible within-something that Haru brought. This monster spoke to him as he reminisced, a piercing voice that only Haru could hear. It spoke of his flaws on many good days, and today was no exception.
You cannot get over the bond of one girl? Foolish Sage, I have taught you better.
"...It has already happened, old friend. We aren't going to change what has happened--No matter how much you may wish for it."
...
I wish for nothing.
I wish for nothing.
"I do believe that you were the one of us two who took the leap for her life, were you not? On both occasions, to boot. Ha, ha, ha..."
A silence ensued in the church. If Haru had not known his bonded soul as well as he did, he may have been fooled to think that perhaps Oberon had simply left in some frustration or wish to end the conversation. Oberon did not simply come and go, however-he simply was, and always would be. The dark presence was in thought, his words stalled for a time.
She abandoned you. Abandoned us. There has not been one word from her since the time of Kurungaar's end.
"It is normal, my friend. We know this to be true. She had seen us for what we are. It is wisdom to leave us be after taking sight of our true nature."
Oberon did not respond further. He could not, not when he believed Haru to be right. Did the sage not himself give @Lucy the advice to leave him behind should she lose her boundless faith? Such a time came quickly, and such a time passed. Now the consequence for his being was given as it always had before, as it had from every new player he had guided to strength in Terrasphere. Such was life. Even if he held a bitter feeling in his heart, he was still glad to have made friends with the girl. The time he had spent was treasured-such was what kept the flower clown nestled within his hair everblooming.
Lily had gone on her own path, sure to be happier due to Haru's short guidance. @Brutus Dahlgren had not sought him out in a month with many a change, and surely the unstoppable man had gone to be a hero in his own right, too. He had not spoken to @Laylabelle in quite some time, and his journeys had carried him far from @Corsair 's limited reach. People passed from his palm, for that is what they were wont to do. Nobody would follow Haru on his journey with no end, for who would do such a senseless thing with their own life to live?
He beheld a treasure in his palm, a flower that had grown out of a lost and hallowed soul. It came from a realm far beyond what most players were willing to reach into, a place of death and what came afterwards. He had once kept this one gently woven into his flower crown. Now it was in his palm, and soon it was placed in a basin at the foot of Synra's solemn statue.
"Here is to the end of many recent things. Happy Birthday, Synra. I hope your realm to be more pleasant than mine is today."
To Bare My Heart (And other such arteries)
- A forenote for those reading -
Though I mention many characters, don't be afraid to join on in with your own! This is an open thread, after all. If you're interested in the prompt, come on in. I'd be happy to roleplay with you during this festival.
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