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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arcturion" data-source="post: 3736146" data-attributes="member: 54632">1.0 Darksail ArgosyEltera blinked away the tears in her eyes as the morbid imagine of Valsentres disappeared from her vision.  She wiped her delicate fingers across her cheek, expecting to find blood.  The Svari was almost disappointed to find only a tear.  Why she felt that way, she could not answer. Her vision turned back to the sea and her thoughts meandered over her the few days.  There was no destination in her mind and no path set before her.  Her singular goal was simple – Ayaleska.  One name that, at the moment, was as elusive as a dream and yet as vivid as a nightmare.  When she thought of her daughter, she found herself overwhelmed with hope and dread.  Ayaleska seemed to embody all of her failures with everything she might pray . . . Those thoughts quickly ceded and she contemplated that last word: Pray.  The one notion had recently been haunting her deeply as well.  She had stood outside The Fane of Daeus for nearly three candle-marks two nights before.  The guards had changed under her auspices as she contemplated going in and confessing her sins.  They were numerous and haunted her thoughts.  Many, including Valsentres and her father, had found solace in the arms.  That notion of prayer had haunted her recently and she could not elude it constantly being on her thoughts . . . almost like she was missing something.   Eltera had not entered the Fane.  The possible consequences were too numerous for her to contemplate.  She had quietly left with no solace found. Unconsciously, her hand dropped back to the cooling and soothing comfort of Amurisil.  As trained and talented as Eltera was, her training often failed her when confronted with her own thoughts.  The bump could have easily sent her sprawling, if not swimming.  Instead, the Svari managed to spin lightly and come face-to-face with the burly, dark-skinned human.  He was large and colorful.  Even the black scarf over his black head seemed bright.  Perhaps it was his smile. The Svari couldn't manage a smile as she turned back to the ship.  Her heart raced as the strand of snow white hair fell free.  It had taken her nearly half a candle-mark* to bound her hair so that it would not be seen and her efforts had been in failure.  Looking back to the ship, Eltera slipped her left hand up to her face and brushed the strand back beneath her hood as best as she could.  Hopefully no one else had noticed. Whatever magic allowed her to understand Rentiki was slipped to the back of her mind.  She noted it well, but didn't have time to think about it under the moment. Valsentres had a saying he spoke once, The gods work sometimes in mysterious ways. Eltera returned the smile as she turned back to the much larger Daoshan, "Indeed.  It looks like a marvelous boat.  And I would never turn down a walk with a man as blessed as yourself with knowledge.  How else would you know that my name is Cat?"  OOC: * A candle-mark is equal to an hour and is often how the folk of the various realms of Paylen reckon the passage of time outside their calendar.</blockquote>

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