Solo Silence and Solitude

[Ishgrameer Windwalker]

Timestamp Winter Day 91, 5010 The air was cold. Time seemed to slow. Almost to the point of a standstill. Snowflakes fell all around Ishgrameer and a woman who lay upon a bed of tree branches beside him. Her eyes were struggling to stay open, and the lines of aging could be seen upon her face. Like the end of Winter, so to was her time coming to an end. Ishgrameer was silent as he sat. A chorus of emotions rang throughout his body. Each of them seeking to stand alone as the strongest singer. No tears flowed forth from the wells of his eyes, and even if they did they would most likely freeze upon contact with the frigid Winter air. "Now now my son. Worry not for me, for my life has been one filled with nothing but happiness" the woman said with resolve in her tone. "The end of Winter is always a strange time. Yet it gives way to Spring. That season which gives hope to the world, and the promise of new life..." she paused collecting herself between minor coughs "speaking of promises. Can you make me one Ishgrameer?". "Of course mother. Anything." Ishgrameer watched a smile form upon his mother's face, and loosen the weathered features thereon. "Promise me that you will not grow old in these wilds. Promise me that you will journey forward into the future, and find someone to share your life with. Promise me you will protect them, and teach them as i have taught you. Promise me this Ishgrameer." Ishgrameer took his mothers hand. "I promise mother. I will honor your wish, and do all i can with the power within me to fulfill it." "I've always wondered if the snow falls because it is lonely. What if the cold of Winter seeks homage in our bones because it has always wanted the warmth it has never had?" With that her spirit took to the chilly air, and departed the mortal coil. The smile was still concrete upon her face, and Ishgrameer was happy that she had died in peace. However he was now alone, and despite the knowledge that his mother had not suffered he still felt sorrow betwixt his breast. Yet a passion flared to life in his heart, and he was determined to see his mother's last wishes honored (or die trying he thought). The wind was cold, but it flew through the trees and made them whistle as it went. It would be some time before he could leave. There was training to be done, preparations to be made. Winter was over, and Spring was looming around the corner. Hope was there, but he had to chase it. The air was cold. His mother was dead, but her spirit lived on inside his heart. The air was cold, but his heart was warm.

[Invictus]

Experience Award! Ishgrameer Windwalker Skill XP Earned Lore Earned Observation +2 Dearly Departed Sweet Parting Words A Promise Made The Strength to Carry On Comments This was a very sweetly sentimental post, Ish. I'm sorry there isn't more that I could give you in terms of skill points, but hopefully the lores shall suffice. I look forward to reading Ishgrameer's story as it progresses. You seem to be starting him in a very strong direction, and you described it beautifully. Congratulations, and enjoy!