Post by Beets The Beetle (Feenix) on Jul 11, 2023 11:26:06 GMT
Set on the journey home from A Short Pawse
Co-written with the Wondrous Wordsmith Dwirhian
As they trek the last stretch from the shade of Silva’s Tree to Daring Heights, Beets fluttered down along Dwirhian to ask what she's been up to since…"The whole fort battle..thing…We never really got to talk much and um, I'm trying to be a better listener."
'That's so sweet! I've been... wow, now I think about it, a lot has happened since then... Have you ever been to Galavir before?'
Beets think for a minute flitting in place..."Nope!" she shrugs before whizzing to catch up. "Think I'd remember the turnips. Too similar to beets! "
Dwirhian laughs. 'Ha, yeah, makes sense! But that's the thing, the turnips are kind of new. A lot's kind of new. When I was growing up here, all my life, and before that as long as anyone could remember, it was much simpler. It was just us elves - the only elves who existed, as far as we knew! We lived in around the lake, and the lake gave us everything we needed. We could drink its water and not need food, we could weave our clothes from the reeds. When we died our souls went into the lake and they came back from there to be reborn as our children. We travelled far, saw so many things, had so many adventures, and then we came back to share the stories - or if we didn't come back, if we died out there, it was okay because our souls would return to the lake and be born again in the village anyway. Then one time, after I'd been away a while, I came home and it was all different, all wrong. People said the lake was a trick, that some... marid had been using it to take our memories for his own amusement, he'd made us want to go on adventures so he'd have something exciting to watch after we died. We weren't the only elves at all, he'd taken our ancestors from some other continent and put us here just so he could use us like that. So a lot of people turned their backs on our culture because they thought it was all a trick, and others got obsessed with this "god" Corellon - we never had gods before, we didn't need them! Some people left and never came back. And then it just kept changing more and more! People from down in the valley started coming here and buying and selling things, then the gith came and the Turning Fields people came to live here and Ethelex brought their orb so now there are super-turnips everywhere, and there were illusions on the lake and bits of dragon wings and Ethelex building cairns all round the village to protect it from some big old hungry thing that he can't explain properly-'
Dwirhian is speaking faster and faster, her voice shaking a little. 'And Liavri was missing and she turned up and she'd gone looking for clues about our dad even though he died decades ago - and the souls, now they don't even -' She draws a deep, slightly choked breath before continuing, a little more calmly: 'And now there's all this stuff up north with the Serpent's Tail and who knows what that could mean for Galavir. So I'm just... it's a lot, you know? And nothing makes sense here any more.'
She laughs weakly. 'Sorry. I, uh. Sometimes it all comes out, you know? Sorry about that.'
Beets flutters along listening, her mind just filling like a cup about to overflow with the amount of info Dwirhian is offloading, till the crack of her voice makes her look over eyes wide, biting her lip as she thinks what to say. "Bug... Dwir..I-I'm sorry...T-thats..just...Jeeezh.."
'No, honestly, it's fine. Sounds like you've had it much worse! Don't worry about me, I'm okay, I just need to work through some stuff.'
Beets lowers her altitude so she can reach out and gently rests her hand in Dwirhian's, "Hey it's okay..sometimes its good to talk with friends to help work stuff out. I've been learning that." She says, before a puzzled look appears, creasing the almost healed scratches across her face as she looks up at the she-elf. "Wait -do you mean me personally, or the Dawnlands in general?" Her mind itching to how much she had told Dwirhian about her life before The Dawnlands.
'You,' Dwirhian confirms. 'I mean, not that I know much about it, but from the story you told at Velania and Coll's picnic...'
"Ooh..." Beets eyes drift down sadly as she finds her arms moving to hug herself self-consciously as she remembers..That day..and that story. "I-I'd forgotten about that...W-with what happened with Coll...And then…Quirilia."
Beets takes a steady breath, "N-no it's fine..It was a lovely day..for the most part..Coll and Velania looked really happy, and if we hadn't gone we wouldn't of met Qirilia. Even though I only got to know her for such a short time, I still wouldn't trade it away." Her hand absent mindedly resting on the moon scale crescent set atop the other.
"Friends are important."
'They sure are. Listen, let's keep in touch, okay? Come and hang out at the Fort some time, or New Hillborrow, it's nice and quiet there. Get away from it all for a while.'
Beets gives a small smile. “Y-yeah. Yeah I’d like that. I..I wonder if Jenna’s still got my room available-I really did a number on it.” She adds quietly. “Oh but I do buggin’love New Hillburrow.” She expresses with sudden a burst of enthusiasm. “Folks they’re are so friendly-and hey-maybe we could visit Marto!-Bug I haven’t seen him in ages…Need to write him another letter.
Ahem-Let me just get a bit more ahead with my Draconic and I’ll flit’you up’kay?"
'Of course! Anytime.'
Co-written with the Wondrous Wordsmith Dwirhian
As they trek the last stretch from the shade of Silva’s Tree to Daring Heights, Beets fluttered down along Dwirhian to ask what she's been up to since…"The whole fort battle..thing…We never really got to talk much and um, I'm trying to be a better listener."
'That's so sweet! I've been... wow, now I think about it, a lot has happened since then... Have you ever been to Galavir before?'
Beets think for a minute flitting in place..."Nope!" she shrugs before whizzing to catch up. "Think I'd remember the turnips. Too similar to beets! "
Dwirhian laughs. 'Ha, yeah, makes sense! But that's the thing, the turnips are kind of new. A lot's kind of new. When I was growing up here, all my life, and before that as long as anyone could remember, it was much simpler. It was just us elves - the only elves who existed, as far as we knew! We lived in around the lake, and the lake gave us everything we needed. We could drink its water and not need food, we could weave our clothes from the reeds. When we died our souls went into the lake and they came back from there to be reborn as our children. We travelled far, saw so many things, had so many adventures, and then we came back to share the stories - or if we didn't come back, if we died out there, it was okay because our souls would return to the lake and be born again in the village anyway. Then one time, after I'd been away a while, I came home and it was all different, all wrong. People said the lake was a trick, that some... marid had been using it to take our memories for his own amusement, he'd made us want to go on adventures so he'd have something exciting to watch after we died. We weren't the only elves at all, he'd taken our ancestors from some other continent and put us here just so he could use us like that. So a lot of people turned their backs on our culture because they thought it was all a trick, and others got obsessed with this "god" Corellon - we never had gods before, we didn't need them! Some people left and never came back. And then it just kept changing more and more! People from down in the valley started coming here and buying and selling things, then the gith came and the Turning Fields people came to live here and Ethelex brought their orb so now there are super-turnips everywhere, and there were illusions on the lake and bits of dragon wings and Ethelex building cairns all round the village to protect it from some big old hungry thing that he can't explain properly-'
Dwirhian is speaking faster and faster, her voice shaking a little. 'And Liavri was missing and she turned up and she'd gone looking for clues about our dad even though he died decades ago - and the souls, now they don't even -' She draws a deep, slightly choked breath before continuing, a little more calmly: 'And now there's all this stuff up north with the Serpent's Tail and who knows what that could mean for Galavir. So I'm just... it's a lot, you know? And nothing makes sense here any more.'
She laughs weakly. 'Sorry. I, uh. Sometimes it all comes out, you know? Sorry about that.'
Beets flutters along listening, her mind just filling like a cup about to overflow with the amount of info Dwirhian is offloading, till the crack of her voice makes her look over eyes wide, biting her lip as she thinks what to say. "Bug... Dwir..I-I'm sorry...T-thats..just...Jeeezh.."
'No, honestly, it's fine. Sounds like you've had it much worse! Don't worry about me, I'm okay, I just need to work through some stuff.'
Beets lowers her altitude so she can reach out and gently rests her hand in Dwirhian's, "Hey it's okay..sometimes its good to talk with friends to help work stuff out. I've been learning that." She says, before a puzzled look appears, creasing the almost healed scratches across her face as she looks up at the she-elf. "Wait -do you mean me personally, or the Dawnlands in general?" Her mind itching to how much she had told Dwirhian about her life before The Dawnlands.
'You,' Dwirhian confirms. 'I mean, not that I know much about it, but from the story you told at Velania and Coll's picnic...'
"Ooh..." Beets eyes drift down sadly as she finds her arms moving to hug herself self-consciously as she remembers..That day..and that story. "I-I'd forgotten about that...W-with what happened with Coll...And then…Quirilia."
Beets takes a steady breath, "N-no it's fine..It was a lovely day..for the most part..Coll and Velania looked really happy, and if we hadn't gone we wouldn't of met Qirilia. Even though I only got to know her for such a short time, I still wouldn't trade it away." Her hand absent mindedly resting on the moon scale crescent set atop the other.
"Friends are important."
'They sure are. Listen, let's keep in touch, okay? Come and hang out at the Fort some time, or New Hillborrow, it's nice and quiet there. Get away from it all for a while.'
Beets gives a small smile. “Y-yeah. Yeah I’d like that. I..I wonder if Jenna’s still got my room available-I really did a number on it.” She adds quietly. “Oh but I do buggin’love New Hillburrow.” She expresses with sudden a burst of enthusiasm. “Folks they’re are so friendly-and hey-maybe we could visit Marto!-Bug I haven’t seen him in ages…Need to write him another letter.
Ahem-Let me just get a bit more ahead with my Draconic and I’ll flit’you up’kay?"
'Of course! Anytime.'