02-27-2021, 07:36 PM
DEAR FRIEND as you know, your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
While she hadn't known it, she'd been to the Treasure Cove. Only three times, and never conscious when doing so. It was quite possible the female hadn't even pictured the place accurately in said occurrences. But, given both instances had involved the Gods, and seemed to reflect what she'd seen from flying around the territory, she was willing to bet she'd gotten a pretty good view of the place.
The first time, it'd been a nightmare. If she could remember it now, she would've realized it was likely the first time some higher being was giving her a fortune of her fate. Her papa had been alone, dead on the black shores in her dream, just a week or two before the very same thing would occur on the white beaches. The second, she herself had perished, burned alive, to save a crewmate. She'd not wanted to die, had not been ready for it. And the Gods would gift her the body she lived in now then, lead her to the cove where Njord would present her lost life to her, the lost memories almost a reflection to how it was now. Only this time, it did not seem to be retrievable. The third was much more cryptic and she'd not really made sense of it, other than that there was some sort of call to her - that she was the demigoddess of raging storms, and that she'd been given water elementals. But, all of that experience had been lost to her head injury, blood and mind oozing out simultaneously in just one fell swoop.
But she didn't need that experience to know to avoid this part of the territory. It was quite obvious, given how others warned and spoke in hushed tones of it. With all the mysticism in the air about it, she would wonder if anyone in recent years had even physically been there to see for themselves. She'd never really bothered to ask though. She trusted her crew, and if someone had in fact gone in recent time, she didn't want to hear about it if the stories they told were true. The looming danger of giant sea creatures hiding an ancient treasure and the image of lava pools scorching the beach were enough to give Goldie an idea of what it was like.
She had no interest in going there today, or in any upcoming days for that matter. The tigress had actually been at one of the beaches just outside of the crystal caves when she'd heard voices not far away, in the direction of their No Man's Land. She'd hesitantly approach, only picking up the pace when she came to the conclusion they were not actually at the Treasure Cove. They'd found a stranger coming out of there, her eyes would watch quietly and curiously, standing behind Michael, seeing if the other seemed to be injured at all. She remained quiet for the time being, seeing as the other two already said what needed to be stated.
The first time, it'd been a nightmare. If she could remember it now, she would've realized it was likely the first time some higher being was giving her a fortune of her fate. Her papa had been alone, dead on the black shores in her dream, just a week or two before the very same thing would occur on the white beaches. The second, she herself had perished, burned alive, to save a crewmate. She'd not wanted to die, had not been ready for it. And the Gods would gift her the body she lived in now then, lead her to the cove where Njord would present her lost life to her, the lost memories almost a reflection to how it was now. Only this time, it did not seem to be retrievable. The third was much more cryptic and she'd not really made sense of it, other than that there was some sort of call to her - that she was the demigoddess of raging storms, and that she'd been given water elementals. But, all of that experience had been lost to her head injury, blood and mind oozing out simultaneously in just one fell swoop.
But she didn't need that experience to know to avoid this part of the territory. It was quite obvious, given how others warned and spoke in hushed tones of it. With all the mysticism in the air about it, she would wonder if anyone in recent years had even physically been there to see for themselves. She'd never really bothered to ask though. She trusted her crew, and if someone had in fact gone in recent time, she didn't want to hear about it if the stories they told were true. The looming danger of giant sea creatures hiding an ancient treasure and the image of lava pools scorching the beach were enough to give Goldie an idea of what it was like.
She had no interest in going there today, or in any upcoming days for that matter. The tigress had actually been at one of the beaches just outside of the crystal caves when she'd heard voices not far away, in the direction of their No Man's Land. She'd hesitantly approach, only picking up the pace when she came to the conclusion they were not actually at the Treasure Cove. They'd found a stranger coming out of there, her eyes would watch quietly and curiously, standing behind Michael, seeing if the other seemed to be injured at all. She remained quiet for the time being, seeing as the other two already said what needed to be stated.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.