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Sunflower - Peni Samaga Achcharu - Non Stop - 42MB

Sunflower – Peni Samaga Achcharu – Non Stop – 42MB

සන්ෆ්ලවර් – පැණි සමග අච්චාරු – නන් ස්ටොප්

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[aeni-brightfire]

Finding Stability.

The dagger.

Stars that all connected in fluidity from one end of the weapon to another. Such was beautiful.

Otherwordly.

Stable.

Stability that one had said she sought to feel in some form or another. Stability that the other could not provide. Betrayal stared back into her eyes in a way she'd known not before. Flaxen brows dipped in submission to the morose feeling that drowned her in her own observatory. Blood remained staining the stone where she walked, a slow gait that led her to stand aside the circular desk in the center.

She felt pain that rose into her throat and stung to swallow down, burgundy lips pressing taut to a line that caught at the corner the stream of salted liquid. Pale fingers dipped into the velvet pouch of arcane dust, gathering a handful of the agent of disenchantment. When she swept it across the desk, she eyed the gift in front of her with a disinterested stare. "I know you'll find your true happiness, Aeni." The sentence gnawed away at the back of her head, a ghost of a memory that ears dipped in unison to.

With her free hand, she dabbed delicately at flushed cheeks, nose scrunching to the sniffle that she gave when she cast across the dust into the tub of essence. The spattering of arcane sank into the essence, engulfed with a puff of cloudy magic that soon pervaded the air in a thick aroma. Copper rod obtained in hand, she stirred the mixture about until it was ready, the dagger lifted into her right hand.

Bringing it forth, she cast it into the pot of magically-endowed liquid, the length of it eaten down as if consumed by acid itself. From there the droplets ran free, down her cheeks to stain her palms that pressed to them to smother.

"But I thought that I had," she muttered to the disintegrated weapon before her, the lighting of the observatory going dim to house the sky above in vibrant colors around her.

"And I ache for your loss, I do. I hope that you don't do the same to her."

Turning away from the table, her footsteps circled the dome's floor in a steady rhythm of her heels.

[rezplease]

"Aeni. Aeni, you there?" Verdant eyes opened slowly to the light of day, ears awakened to the sound of the water as it lapped against her sides. The mage lied on her back as she came to, the sting of her wounds saying good morning as she rose to a seated position. She felt ruined, looked ruined. It was hard to grab onto her wayfinder as it hung about her neck, trembling hands taking ahold of it as she spoke hoarsely. "Yeah."

"Good! Good. I thought I'd see you when I came back, but you were ignoring me. I was trying to tell you that I'm back in the city- did you get my gift?" How long was she out here for? There was a pause from Aeni's end as she looked about herself, seeking to pull her pouch onto her lap. It was riddled with sand, drenched in old blood and sea water. Peeling the pockets open to the portal-bag, she reached inside the starry vortex within. Her fingers clasped about things that had come through to her; letters, small boxes, --something cloaked in burlap. Pulling the item from within, she held it across her hands as unsteady fingers freed it from its wrapping. Stars. Beautiful constellations held within her grasp as a dagger of lights lied upon her palms. Her eyes watered with her gratitude, speechless at the beauty in the midst of her current storm.

"You there? I keep asking that, but you're not really answering me lately. I'm worried; where -are- you?"

Aeni swallowed hard, pocketing the dagger as she nodded to herself and spoke in soft reply. "Ghostlands. I had to come this way, and I was about to head back, but I guess I...I guess I passed out." Although she was sore, her injuries had clotted and left blood to dry across her frame. A hand held her weight as she stood to sway, almost falling over once more. "Ghostlands? What in the world are you doing down there anyway?" Paij questioned, continuing after the pause. "-Do you need me to come get you?"

Aeni felt her defeat in her gut, churning about in shame as she began to walk. She didn't want to ask for help. She was stubborn. She was still walking. She was out of energy, out of the ability to wield her magic. Now, she wasn't still walking. She was falling.

She hit the sand with a grunt, weak legs behind her as she lied face first on the ground. There was an uncomfortable point in which Aeni hesitated to answer, looking about as she surveyed the area.

"Please."

paijwen-ooc

[sunflowyr]

Do you and Pan have a ship name yet? Pae? Ran? Maybe Pran?

omg i love my followers

well! "Rae" is short for "Raeni", so my friend frankie has dubbed the ship name as "paeni", lol.

sounds a bit awks but it's the best combo of rae+pan anyone could come up with