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. ]

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[scatmaam]

I'd make a pour drinking partner at this moment, Cu.

[ And yet... ]

But I suppose you've had worse, right? I have a feeling you'll not let me be too stubborn on this.

[futhark]

You're damn right on that. You're not getting rid of me.

[ Seems like there is always so much drinking when someone leaves. But wasn't it always like that? ]

It might feel like a contrary thing to do but— it's not time to be alone.

[scatmaam]

I'll not waste my energy debating you.

[ A sigh, not quite defeated but with little energy in it none the less. ]

Let's drink, sing, and remember as she ought to be remembered.

[futhark]

Good, because I'm already going to get us a good table.

[ The pain of the lost Bond is similar to heartbreak, the hole that Lex left in his heart hasn't really healed. It's a lack, a void of someone that is no longer here. But as painful as it is— most of Mirrorbounds have somewhere to return to. ]

Let's also drink to her success and glory. To your shared heartbeats across the worlds.

[scatmaam]

And for the strength of my spear to find her, and be made her own, in her time of need.

[ She didn't want to think about finding another bond. Not yet. Not anytime soon. She wanted to drink. She wanted to fight. She wanted to hold Jill and let herself cry. ]