Fallen+friend


 * The Long Vigil**

The sky was blue, the sun shone down upon them and by all counts it was a beautiful day. The water pushed away by the prow of the their ship as it's unnatural speed moved them closer to home. No songs were being sung by the crew despite the perfect day, most paced about or hurried about their duties to try and harness a bit more wind.. a bit more speed. The sun warmed the deck and pushed its way through the port holes and windows of the captains room and those of his guest. In one such room, the sun beamed through the window illuminating the floating particles of dust, as the ship tacked from West to North West the beam of light moved across the well maintained wooden floor and came to rest on several empty bottles of Elven wine and the boot of the Elf who had emptied them.

Erevin sat in the oversized cushioned chair, still wearing the armor he wore when they boarded the ship 4 days ago, still stained from the harried travel across Thay and the blood of his enemies. His hands clutching his Holy Symbol of Eilistraee, his lips moving in silent prayer, his forehead pressed to his folded hands. His face stained from tears run dry. Etched in pain. Across the room from him lay the body of Yuki, Priestess of Sune... compatriot... friend... would be lover. Wrapped and safe for the trip home, in the hopes she could be brought back from the dead. For long days now he had sat here begging his goddess to watch over her where he himself had failed. He had promised Yuki he would bring them all back safely, he promised... and she believed in him. Others had come and spoken with Yuki, some brought gifts... some stayed and prayed for a time. Erevin remained. The Ranger looked up from his prayer at the form of his friend, still and calm so unlike Yuki in life, vibrant and full of motion and love. He bit his lip and fought back the flow of tears, how he wanted so badly to hear her call his name again. He buried his face in his palms and tried to push the pain from his mind. When suddenly he heard a gasp for air and heard her voice callout "Erevin!!?" He glanced up to see her body arch with the intake of air, and her arm reaching out toward him tears running down her face. He leapt from his chair catching her in his arms, her arms wrapping around him their tears meshing into one as their cheeks pressed together in their embrace.

A loud clunk on the ground startled him and drew him from his elven reverie still sitting in the chair he looked down at the bottle that had slipped from his fingers and had hit the floor, in his other hand pressed into his palm still sat his symbol of Eilistraee. Across the room he slowly looked at the very still form of Yuki. Enraged he picked up the bottle and flung it at the window smashing it into a thousand tiny pieces. The sound of the window and bottle breaking brought to the door another friend, Kinu looked around the room and finally at Erevin. She reached out her hand to him... "Come... my Lord Lionspaw, you've lingered here too long, it is... not healthy. Lets get you something to eat."