Like the wind's rustle..

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A silhouette could be envisioned, blemishing the otherwise white, snowy purview. Standing on the seashore,
his fatigued regard perched upon the leaping horizon, where the sun had struck one of its luminous shards,
delineating a lambent ray on the surface.

The delicate breeze, a strange melange of warm air and particles of mist, caressed the side of his visage, as both
his eyes were coerced to a shut. Memories deluged his thoughts, and a smile was drawn onto his lips. Hardly did
he hanker these rememberings tenaciously.

Frown. His eyes constricted, and he shook his head.
"They're gone now, inutile to liven their memories." The elf thought to himself, lowering to seat on the beach.

His hand dunked into the snowy sand, and he snatched a handful of the ground, raising it to eyes-level as trickles
of time began sliding between his fingers. He observed silently, as life slipped away.

"The Sun rises, and cedes its throne to the Moon, who herself relinquishes the skies to the Sun once more.. We wake,
we sleep.. We live, with pain, joy, suffering, love. And we slumber once more."

And when the last grain fled from his grasp, he opened his eyes again staring to the horizon once more, where
countless ships have floated, where ships float, and ship will float.

Scratching, he began, as more ink was spilled on the parchment. Useless, rather, words had no effect. No magic. Like the
prey fleeing its marauder, his emotions would taunt him again, once the fluid dries out.

I wait, still.
The day, the Gods will bless me with a vision.
Vision of a sail, dancing upon the skyline.
Thin one, that assorts us from the skies.
I shall blink, and abnegate.
Deny, and a large breath will escape my soul.
When the warmth of your tender lines,
In my fluid arms, shall rest.
Ah, cruel, I say no more,
Wishing for a star, even more,
Bright you'll be, your unforgettable smile.
Sleepless, I'll be. Until then, be well.

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The piece of parchment was meticulously rolled and sheltered in a bottle. Sealing it steadfastly,
he sets it on the edge of the ocean, allowing the Great Blue to extend a wavy hand, lightly
cradling the missive to send into its depth.

The routinely ritual often arose hopes to his spirits, often undesirable ones, as his reason would
win over his heart, whispering lies to his fleeceable ears. Watching the bottle float away, a sigh
would rush out of his lips, and often a tear would drop to the ground. A warm one, of gladden.

He was warm, yet cold.. She was far, and he would suffer excruciations, but his thoughts would
summon her back, granting him infinite felicities. Love... it tore his heart apart, only to gather it
into shapes once more.

And he stood there... standing on the seashore, his fatigued regard perched upon the leaping
horizon, hoping to, perchance, spot a sail into the distance.
A sail that would grow closer and closer at each breath...

It's been forty-two years now..

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Always, at the most troubled eras of their history,
have mortals tempted to discover, beyond a
common reality of their daily lives, the consolation
of a mythic realm. It is one of these quests that,
for now forty-two years, abducted the beauteous
Elora from Cebastian. Launched to seek Avalon,
legendary land of peace, justice and eternal youth,
the elfess embarked on a sail, and is still to return.

[Kevin Lightdot]

A young human man wearing a slightly torn red robe, adored by a few yellow ornaments woven on passed by with a piece of paper in his hand, 2 maces in his belt, a staff and shovel on his back, mumbled softly to himself in an ancient tounge, fixating on the paper and the surroundings in turn, seeming to seek something.
His brows lifted when he picked up the elf in his sight, giving a short, somewhat thoughtfull frown before turning to this unexpected soul in his path.

Tucking the map away he walked towards this entity, tensening his muscules somewhat, though this was hardly visible due to the robe. His uncombed brown hair, hanging just past shoulder length and bearing the same colour of the eyes examining this elf.

A short moment more passed before he spoke with a plain tongue:
"Hello sir, quite out of the regular paths and crowded places, may I enquire on what you are doing here? There may be monsters around, or might soon be."

The man, seemingly in his early twenties having shifted his pose slightly, equipped with the tools of a treasure hunter, was now waiting for a reply.

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The wind rustled through his wavy hair, sending it flying in front of his eyes, to conceal his regard, accompanying the aimless bottle that had now began to sink into the celestial line that detached the skies from earth. As a voice was to be heard by his side, his ears twitched and he loathed to leave the missive float by itself, yet he turned slowly, bringing his regard towards the man.

A serious-minded feel adorned his green and blue eyes, he frowns slightly, as to chase away the clutter that was smothering his thoughts, and opened his mouth, to talk.. But nothing came out, looking at the man somewhat absently, he tilted his head a bit to regain concentration and uttered;

"I.. beg your pardon?"

Giving a quick glance towards the sea again, the bottle had vanished, he sighed.