voice; un: dunscaith

[scatmaam]

Name: Scathach
Date: Before the Dorchacht celebrations, late evening
Format: Voice

[ The voice is a solemn one, if familiar to some. The statement is kept simple, as little else needs to be said. If you know, you know, you know? ]

If you were friend or colleague to a girl by the name of Zelda, you should know that she is no longer within this world. Her scent has left the city, and is not even in the outskirts beyond.

[ It probably wasn't strictly necessary for her to say anything. Even a little trite. But she knew Zelda was connected to the community. It mattered. But that was all she had to say, in the end, too. ]

Comments

[curruid_coinchenn]

You have both with me...I might be able to learn to hold back for you.

[scatmaam]

Don't you dare hold back in either respect.

[ Yes, that even meant his brutal, fatal style of fighting. She could handle it, after all. ]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ It was a joke, a sign of how far he'd come. Her reaction is exactly as he expected. ]

You'd try to kill me if I did. I know better than to hold back with you.

[scatmaam]

[ Ah. He told a joke. And she'd flubbed it.

Then again, she wasn't exactly in the best space, mentally. ]

Well. That's good, at least. Some bit of normalcy.

[curruid_coinchenn]

It helps, even if you're feeling nothing but emptiness.

[ He sighs quietly. ]

Next time you're at the Seadog, you're drinking on my dime.

[scatmaam]

Hm... I'll allow it, just this once, to let my drinks be bought by someone I didn't beat in a duel.

[ Her way of saying she appreciated the gesture. ]

[curruid_coinchenn]

How kind of you...something must be wrong with you to allow it.

[ Now he's just pressing his luck. ]

[scatmaam]

[ Pressing his luck, but she can't honestly say he's wrong, either. ]

Mourning is a phase where we exist outside of our usual selves, Ciaran. Particularly when the one being mourned is not actually dead, but simply just... gone...

[curruid_coinchenn]

...

I know. Trust me, I know.