» reunions in the sand
@knollandvoid, continued from here:
🥂 "This is a surprise-- it's been some time. It's Knoll, correct?" Tethys smiles at the mage and extends a coconut, complete with a small umbrella and a fruit toothpick. It's been some time since she's seen him, and while not close, she considers her comrades at arms from Magvel as important people in her lives. "Sit down with me, have a drink. The coconuts here are amazing."
Knoll turns to look backwards from where he stands on a rocky outcropping overlooking the sea, confused by the sudden appearance of a familiar voice. He wishes for a split second that they had met again in some other place. His robes really aren’t made for places like this, all the water makes the wet sand stick to his clothes where they brush the ground, and that has him feeling more than a little embarrassed to be seen by an old comrade in such a state. Then he remembers, he couldn’t be on a beach, certainly not with Tethys. He’s left for Garreg Mach, his allies from Magvel are probably all back home. This must be a dream, he’s just exhausted from the travel and imagining an old acquaintance. Still, there’s no harm in indulging the fantasy of being with a familiar face again.
He awkwardly stumbles towards the dancer, removing his hood as he goes before reaching out and taking a coconut from her. “I’m sorry for taking so long, I was,” he trails off, “lost in thought. It’s good to see you again Tethys, I haven’t got to share a drink with anyone from home for too long.”
Tethys simply shakes her head in understanding, not minding the initial silence from the man. It’s her that appeared out of the blue, with a drink that was meant for someone else, but she soon forgot who it was originally for. To share it with a former comrade, felt right, if not fitting.
“Staring at the sea does that to you. You don’t have to apologize for reflecting. Besides... It’s the perfect view to drink to.” Tethys stands by him and looks out at the sea herself, a gentle, cool breeze passing by them, strands of scarlet swept along, her bangles lightly jiggling. It was a peaceful day. A welcomed change, but its still... conflicting for the dancer.
She takes a small sip from her drink, eyes fixated on the never-ending blue in front of her.She wonders briefly if this was just a very long dream if not or the distinct memories from the previous battle. Some people that she hasn’t seen before, or hasn’t seen in years popped up all of a sudden too, like Knoll. Was he at the monastery too? She can’t seem to remember, some parts of her brain muddled up and incredibly hazy.
She turns to the mage this time around, curious of his own worries. “So what plagues your mind, Knoll? Surely it’s not troubles from home?”
