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 Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 3:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 5:42 pm
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Name: Faamy
Stage: Bard
Race: Wind
Gender: Female
Status: Single
Age: 22-26
Height: 4'2"
Build: Pleasantly plump
3 Base Traits:
~ Musical
~ Loyal
~ Fun Loving
Personality:
to be updated
The heart of a musician beats in Faamy's soul. She can easily find a rhythm, and holds a beat with ease. She grew up loving music, and sees it as the source of her life.
This young lady is loyal to friends and family. Living in the treacherous land that she does, she knows that if you can't depend on others, and others can't depend on you, life was going to be that much more difficult. Faamy yearns to see beyond the peaks of Sauti. She knows through travelers and stories that there is more to the world than she knows, and she wants to see it all.
Most of all though, Faamy just wants to enjoy life. Through singing and dancing for an audience, spending time with her family, playing jokes with and on others, making the available meals as delicious as possible, and more, she experiences as much as she can. She inherited the love for life from her father, who was a vagabond before being settled by his wife.
Personality: The heart of a musician beats in Faamy's soul. She can easily find a rhythm, and holds a beat with ease. She grew up loving music, and sees it as the source of her life.
This young lady is loyal to friends and family. Living in the treacherous land that she does, she knows that if you can't depend on others, and others can't depend on you, life was going to be that much more difficult. Faamy yearns to see beyond the peaks of Sauti. She knows through travelers and stories that there is more to the world than she knows, and she wants to see it all.
Most of all though, Faamy just wants to enjoy life. Through singing and dancing for an audience, spending time with her family, playing jokes with and on others, making the available meals as delicious as possible, and more, she experiences as much as she can. She inherited the love for life from her father, who was a vagabond before being settled by his wife.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 5:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 5:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 5:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 5:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 1:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 1:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 8:14 pm
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Prentice- Journal entry 2
Making Music
The Sauti native sat and plucked at her lute, humming to herself as she put music to the lyrics in her mind. Faamy thrived on stories and tales, and the stories of the war with the Alkidikes were getting old. She was hungry for tales of any kind, often dreaming about leaving her sparse and tiny home behind. However, she had an elderly mother and a little sister to tend to, seeing that they got in enough work to earn enough of a living. A single misstep had cost her father his life, so it was up to her to keep things going. Having a mother who refused to live anywhere outside of Sauti was utterly aggravating, but it couldn’t be helped. Being a sail scale breeder was no life for her. She wanted to sing, and one could only sing so much to the empty winds of the mountains..
The water for the area came from a small spring that trickled water from the tops of the mountains only a little more abundantly than fresh news came to Iory. The people had learned to portion and preserve what little they had, meaning they had just enough to share with weary travelers and merchants who came to buy the sail scales raised there. This gathering spot was where some new material was going through the air for her to work with.
“Oh, the Alkidikes are gone, the battle is won. Our heroes come home from the call.
To the island of Yeal, the banished were sent, to stay ‘til the last of them fall.”
Faamy cocked her head. That had been a sour time. She’d known a few who had gone to aid Tale, and some hadn’t returned... She was saddened, for certain, that the war had been deemed necessary. While a war provided good material for singing, it sure did a number on the audience she had to listen to her songs. Why sing when there was no one to listen to you?
“Searching for comfort, they find only poison, from the ground wearing the darkness of death.
Ingest at your risk the food and the water, you might find the morn’ to be lacking of breath.”
That was something she wasn’t sure she believed. So what if the ground was dark? Surely the Alkidikes would appreciate that with those black eyes of theirs. Gosh, the tales of those empty eyes still gave her the creeps. And if the ground was poison, then surely nothing would grow, right? But then again, here in Sauti, life was limited but possible. It was about adaptation...
“The evil gals sit in that dark island pit, stewing in their own selfish ways.
Then from the shadows, another sin came, taking up form in the haze.”
She’d heard only rumors about the natives of the island, and each tidbit made it all the more interesting. Faamy’s artistic and lyrical mind couldn’t resist taking the rumors and turning them into song.
“With eyes glowing white, like flames in the night, the natives creep out of the dark.
They see the strangers encroaching on home, intent on making their mark.
Coating their skin is a cloak of dark slime, making them stealthy and sleek.
They slip through the shadows, unseen by any, creeping up close to the meek.”
Truth be told, she would freak out if some giant women suddenly showed up in her home without her permission. She couldn’t blame the Yeali for hiding! Though, it was starting to sound like the Alkidikes should be just as afraid. Between the Yeali and the monsters and the Alks, who could tell which was worse?
“The women, they shiver, at the cold windy chill, feeling the eyes all around in the trees.
They sit and they watch as the natives approach, until one little gal turns and flees.”
She had no idea if the natives were truly so scary, but having anything otherwise would make for a poor story, wouldn’t it. Couldn’t get anyone’s attention if the Yeali were pretty much like herself sitting up there singing. After all, who could tell if the Yeali and monsters were not simply one combined entity? Her tune took a melancholy turn, sounding sad about the plight of the star in her story.
“She tore through the woods, the darkness so deep, leaving her sisters behind.
The shadows surrounded and closed on the warrior, just a child when her eyes go blind.
In the darkness she fears, her blood does run cold, feeling the claws grab and pull.
The sisters they hear, the screams echo near, as the fiends steal and eat up her soul.”
Someone eating souls was absolutely ridiculous. There had to be another storyteller on that island who had a way back and forth from the island of the exiles to pass such tales around. Though, she did know how stories went. While the source might have sounded perfectly normal, the words could have changed completely upon reaching her sensitive ears. Of course, she wasn’t one to avoid a few embellishments here and there herself. While she didn’t care one way or the other about meeting a Yeali monster things, she was more than content using them in her songs, and would prefer that none came to confirm or dispute her tale.
“Waiting in the dark for the sunrise to come, the Alkidikes tremble and pray for a new day.
Maybe others will come and save them today, but everyone knows that we’ll stay far away.
Keep safe from the darkness of the island of Yeal, we ask that our precious homes be.
Lest the danger comes forth and works out a way to get itself across the sea.”
Pleased with her little tune, Faamy looked up with surprise as her little sister suddenly started crying. She hadn’t known the girl had been there! “Syssa! Would you stop sneakin’ around like a little moracker? Come here and give me a hug and make it better.” At the heckling, the little girl spun and ran for home, crying even louder. Oh, she was going to be in for it with mother again... Pushing herself up, Faamy trudged after the child. “Syssa? I’ll sing to you about the sail scale maiden of Iory! You love that one!”
(( word count: 1044 )) |
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 11:21 am
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Prentice- Journal entry 3
Sister Time
“Faamy? Can we play? Pleeeease?” a little high voice murmured from behind.
Faamy looked up from her notebook, in which she’d been writing her latest song. There stood her little sister, curly pale hair up in a ponytail, blue eyes wide and sweet, and lower lip stuck out in a playful pout. Faamy turned and stuck her own lip. “Aww. Do I have to, Syssa?” she pouted back.
Syssa stuck her lip out further and nodded firmly. “Yes!”
Unable to help laughing, Faamy got up and stepped away from the book. “Okay. What’s it this time then?” Expecting a sail scale tea party or fun with cleaning, she was surprised when Syssa picked up her little drum. It was an old thing; a present from some family member. Not a particularly good instrument, but it had been good enough for a youngling to play with. “You sure? You got angry with that last time, and nearly broke it. Gonna use your hide for the skin if you actually break it.”
Syssa just smiled brightly. “Nope! Not this time! I’m gonna be good!” As if to make her point, the youngling tapped lightly onto the skin of the drum.
Faamy smiled. The little drum really wasn’t worth much, but it was good to teach her sister to respect her belongings. “Okay. If you’re sure.” Picking up her lute, they headed outside away from the house. They stayed close enough so that Faamy could hear her mother if she was called for, but were far enough away that Syssa playing on the drums would hopefully not give their mother a headache... “Okay. What do you want to try this time?”
The youngling looked up with a big smile and without hesitation. “Mountain Princess! Mountain Princess!”
Faamy chuckled lightly. Mountain Princess was a little tune she’d made up some time ago to cheer her little sister up. The silly girl had tried riding one of the sail scales they were raising, and had been promptly dumped. Now, the song was the little one’s favorite. There were no words yet. Just a happy, joyful tune left as a blank slate for Syssa to put words to.
While Syssa didn’t have the natural talent for singing or for playing, she did have the energy and the will to try. So far, the youngling was being secretive, and kept the words to herself in a journal. She insisted that she wouldn’t sing it until the lyrics were complete. Not a moment before!
Faamy started out the tune; a lightly and airy melody with a fairly simple run of notes. Syssa would join with little taps to the drum whenever she felt like it. ..It was supposed to be whenever Faamy told her to, but Syssa was too distracted listening to her big sister’s music to care.
Tonight though, Faamy saw tears start to rise on her sister’s innocent face. “Syssa? What is it, dear?”
Syssa’s gaze lowered. “When I was helpin’ at the ranch t’day... I heard someone sayin’ mum’s gettin’ worse.” Soulful , watering blue eyes looked up to meet a similar gaze. “Are they right, Faamy? Is mum gettin’ sicker?”
Faamy hesitated. Their mother had been on the rocks ever since their father had died. As of late, the poor woman was having more bad days than good... “Mum’s body is still tryin’ to heal,” she said softly, fingers still plucking the tune. “Because it’s tryin’ so hard, it leaves mum tired a lot.”
Syssa shook her head. “I know that! But.. but she’s been healin’ so long. Why ain’t she better yet?”
Fingers slowing, Faamy’s felt her own eyes water slightly. “Honestly, I don’t know, Syssa.” Fighting to keep herself from falling into that pit, she looked at that little face with a smile. “I do know somethin’, though. I know that without you smilin’ at her every day, she wouldn’t be doin’ as good as she is.”
Faced with that viewpoint, the youngling perked up with hope. “Really, Faamy?” she gasped softly.
“Really.” Faamy reached out to stroke her sister’s hair. “We just gotta keep smilin’, and keep helpin’ mum out as much as we can. ..I know it’s slow, but it’s all we can do right now.” Fingers coming back to strum the lute, she watched Syssa mull over the recent information. In her own mind, she tried her best to hold onto hope. What use was she if she couldn’t hope? Nothing she did was getting her mother better. She wasn’t ready to give up though!
Steadily, the little face began to light up again. Syssa smiled as bright as she could, and started tapping the drum a little faster. They raced together as their speeds increased, keeping pace with each other. Making her own beat that actually stuck with the tune more often than not, Syssa was glowing with delight.
Seeing Syssa’s skill growing before her eyes, Faamy couldn’t help feeling proud. Knowing her little sister looked up to her enough to want to play music as well, even just as a fun pastime. Their lives had been turned upside-down after their father had died and their mother had taken ill. Most of their days were focused on keeping food on the table and a roof over their head. Faamy had turned into a somewhat mother, making sure Syssa did her lessons and ate her healthy veggies and went to bed at a good time while their mother recovered. She and Syssa didn’t get as much time to just be sisters together.
She always looked forward to these times.
The beat picked up faster and faster, the both of them laughing with amusement. Her fingers strummed and Syssa’s hands slapped. The whole thing had turned into a mashing of notes rather than the song it had started out as, but neither of them cared. As sisters, it didn’t matter how many notes were in the song. It was all about how the song helped give them happiness together. That was what she wanted her sister to see. It wasn’t about how much time... but the quality of, and how it made them feel. That was how they would hold on to hope, and each other.
(( Word count: 1,036 )) |
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2016 9:22 pm
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Prentice- Class Quest Solo
Rogue
As time passed, Faamy was spending as much of her free time at the taverns and inns as she could get away with without feeling too guilty. How could she help it when she got applause and cheers while on stage? Some people would even set coins down by her as tips! On good nights, she made a pretty decent haul! ..Okay, maybe it wasn't as much as the job at the ranch, but it was enough to keep the young minstrel-to-be coming back.
Oh, she got plenty of criticism as well, but that just made her hungrier to succeed. Not only was she there to prove her abilities, but she also would put herself out there for the love of what she did. Every night that she went to perform, she would sing her heart out no matter what the crowd was doing. Playing her lute, singing, dancing... all of it was what gave the life outside of her family color and spirit. All of it gave her freedom from being a caretaker to her mother and sister, and freedom from the emptiness that remained in her home after her father’s death.
Faamy didn’t hate her life. Far from it! It just... wasn’t quite what she envisioned for herself. The young Sautian had big dreams, and she knew that raising sail scales and the ranch wasn’t going to get her the life she wanted. Living in a small home on the cliffs with her dependent mother and sister.
As she often did, she sat at the edge of the cliffs just down the way from home. Here was where the world stretched out before her, using it as inspiration for her songs. Her mother would be back at the house, resting in the shade with a glass of water, and her sister would be sitting nearby, probably playing with the toy sail scales she had. She couldn’t believe her sister was getting so big...
“What’re ye doin’ out ‘ere?”
Faamy looked up and gave a small smile. “Hi, auntie. Just.. practicin’.” Her aunt and uncle had been visiting a lot more often as of late to help care for her mother and sister, and she was eternally grateful for the bit of relief.
Sister to Faamy’s father, Auntie Jayne smiled lightly and sat down next to her niece. “Ye’re so much like Dryk, ye know? ‘e was always more concerned ‘bout playin’ ten ‘bout doin’ ‘is work.”
Faamy frowned slightly. “Hey, my shift isn’t until later, and my mornin’ chores are done!”
Jayne laughed and nodded. “I know, deary. I’m jus’ sayin’ yer.. well.. ye ain’t one fer tyin’ down. Yer da was te same.” Jayne’s expression turned a little more serious. “Faamy dear... I’m tinkin’ ‘bout movin’ in wit Hanana an’ Syssa here, wit yer uncle. Hanana jus’ keeps needin’ closer eyes, getting’ sick as she is.”
Faamy’s eyes watered slightly with a nod. Every since her father’s death, her mother’s health had been steadily failing. It was a balance of good days and bad days, and it tore at her to see her once strong mother withering away... “That help would be good.” After a moment of silence, she looked over to her aunt, who was just smiling sweetly. “What?”
“Faamy dear. What’s it ye wanna do? Ootside t’ese dusty trails of Iory,” the older woman asked softly.
Having been asked this before, Faamy was well ready with her reply. “You know darned well what I’m gonna do, auntie,” she boasted confidently, the change of focus lifting her mood instantly. “I’m gonna see the world! I’m gonna travel with my lute, meet other performers, play for all sorts.” The prentice jumped to her feet, and brandished her lute like a trophy. “Everyone’s gonna know my name! I’ll be the best minstrel ‘round!”
Jayne laughed with delight, and looked up at her niece with a bright smile. “Ten go do it, mah dear.”
Standing high and proud, grinning at the afternoon sun, it took a moment for her aunt’s words to sink in. Faamy’s blue eyes were wide as she looked back down. “..What d’you mean?”
Jayne stood up and took Faamy’s hand. “Yer uncle an’ me.. we want ya an’ Syssa ta flourish an’ grow. ...We know ye kin’t do it ‘ere in Iory. We’re movin’ in so’s ye kin move on. It don’t mean abandonin’ yer ma or sister, but ye’ve got a life ta live.” The woman touched her niece’s cheek and smiled encouragingly. “We already talked wit Hanana ‘bout it. She wants ya free, Faamy. Ye’re so much like yer da. It’s what tey’ve always wanted fer ye; ever since ye was little. Take some time ta tink ‘bout it, Faamy.”
Hours later, when the sun was dipping behind the mountain tops, Faamy was sitting down at the same ledge again. To even think about leaving home... To even toy with the idea of going off to seek her happiness... To ponder what it would be like to not spend every day worrying about her mother’s care... Her aunt and uncle were better off financially, and would take good care of her mother and sister. Her family would have what they needed, and be much more comfortable than they were now.
But.. what would she have if she left?
Slowly, a little tune began to move her fingers, plucking gently at the strings of her lute to make a sad, uncertain tune.
“Life just ain’t fair, so they tell me
This I know all too well.
Da, you were strong and healthy
Yet even so you still fell.
Mum became ill and scared
Unsure what to do without you.
Two little girls continued to grow
Wishin’ you could be there, too.
When opportunity knocks
It’s sure rare to hear.
Rarer still is the bravery
To accept it without fear.
What am I supposed to do, da?
How to I carry on?
Can I truly leave home
With no one to lean on?
How do I decide, da?
What path should I choose?
Did you ever know how much
I’d want to follow in your shoes?
Why am I so scared, da?
I just want you here....”
Voice choking up, Faamy had to stop playing to catch her breath again. She missed her father so much. She wanted him to be there to advise her, encourage her, and tell her it would all be okay. He’d been an explorer for so long... but then he’d met Hanana. ...She could remember him telling his tales of his adventures. Wandering the land free day after day; it was all so wonderful in Faamy’s young mind. Every tale he told, he made sure to end with saying that opportunities were there to be taken. However, they were not always clear. Sometimes, they came like something as a simple footprint in the sand to guide the way. Yet, other times.. other times, opportunity was obvious. The spirited young woman he’d met on his travels had been his opportunity, hitting him square on the jaw. ..Her mother really had punched her father at their first meeting, so they said. Apparently, her father had been a little on the delirious side with thirst, and had thoughtlessly grabbed her rump to get her attention. The image made her smile.
Was this her opportunity? Was this the punch to her face? Could she really leave her mother and sister to pursue her dream? Oh, she wanted to. She wanted to so much. Her aunt did assure her with wasn’t abandonment. She wasn’t leaving forever! She was just going to spread the word about herself. Bring light to the darkness in people’s hearts. Music was as powerful as any magic! Feeling her chest thicken with emotion, Faamy put her fingers to the strings of her lute again. While still bearing an element of loss, it now was joined by the sound of commitment and determination.
“...Without your strong hand
It feels like everything’s to fear.
Leave it to me to worry
When everyone else says to be free.
There’s a whole world ahead
That I want to see.
I’ll follow your footsteps
I’ll follow your lead.
Everyone can see that I’m
The child of your seed.
I’ll do you proud, da!
Our songs will be heard!
From the tip top of Zena
To where the furthest Oban herd.
I’ll do ye proud, da!
Don’t ye doubt a ting.
Yer sp’rit will live on
Sa long as I sing!”
Even though tears practically poured down her cheeks, Faamy bore a smile far brighter than one she’d worn in a long time. It was time to come to terms with what had been keeping her in the little town of Iory. For so long, Faamy had been afraid to leave; afraid that it would be abandoning those who remained.
It wasn’t, though. She had a life to live! Her mother and father had given birth to her so that she could live! Her father had settled down on a sail scale ranch so she could live! He had been gone for a long time now, but she knew his wishes for her, her sister, and her mother wouldn’t have changed. Ending the song in the thick accent of her father’s family just made the song that much more potent for her. Mum wanted her to be free. Her aunt and uncle wanted her to be free. Da had wanted her to be free. She wanted to be free!
In being free, she could help her mother be proud of her. Her sister could be proud of her. Her aunts and her uncles could be proud of her! She could be proud of herself. As a soft breeze blew around her, caressing her wet cheeks, she knew her da would be proud of her, too.
Da... Looking to her side, she picked up a gift her aunt and uncle had given her. A strange instrument called an oud. It was like a lute, but not. According to auntie Jayne, Dryk had been saving it for her confidence to grow before giving it to her. The final gift from her dear father...
(( Word count: 1,694 ))
Conclusion:
-Faamy makes the decision to pursue the life she wants as a performer. Before, she’d been afraid that leaving was the same as abandoning, but now she knows it’s what her parents wanted for her all along. Her views on her music have shifted from simply having fun to being something she is destined to do, securing her belief in her dream. |
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 5:28 pm
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Rogue - Journal entry 1
Out In The World
The day that Faamy left home had been a difficult day. She had woken early in the morning. She ate her breakfast and went to do a short shift at the family sailscale ranch. She fixed up her affairs there, and headed back to the house. That was the hard part of that day; packing the last of her belongings into a bag, and then saying goodbye to her family. Syssa had been sniffling, trying hard to not cry. Her aunt and uncle had both hugged her tightly. Her mother.. Faamy could remember her mother clearest. The older woman looked worn down physically, but pride radiated from that wizened face. The face that had lately been shallow and tired, the face that had been filled with sadness and pain, was standing there with a smile that shone as bright as the morning sun. That day, she saw her mother looking young again.
That day felt like it had been years ago though.
Honestly, and unfortunately, she had not truly gotten very far from home yet. By now, she had gone to the border of Sauti and Tale, but had not traveled much into Tale at all. A few of the border towns had been under her feet, but facing the future took more than spunk. It took coin. ..Far more than Faamy had anticipated.
She had actually saved up quite a bit from working on the farm, but when the time had come to leave.. she hadn’t been able to bear the thought of taking it all with her. Surely her mother and sister needed it more than her. Even if her aunt and uncle were living there now, they would need to save up their own coin. She took only a portion of what she had saved, slipping the rest into her mother’s safe and her sister’s little wooden coin holder that was carved and shaped like a sleeping sailscale; the little holder had been an irresistible present in Faamy’s eyes.
Now that she was on her own... well, she didn’t exactly regret her decision. Keeping a little more for herself would have been a good move though. It would have made things much easier for her. Every once in a while, she would catch herself sourly hoping that Syssa appreciated her selfless sacrifice, but then she had to laugh at herself. Her sister’s future was still up in the air and boundless. It was only right to give her that little step ahead. After all.. Syssa wouldn’t have her big sister around to guide her anymore.
Besides, Faamy felt that she did a fine job keeping her belly full and her back clothed on her own. In part, it was because of her willingness to do odd jobs around the taverns she visited. Doing a little serving here and a little cleaning there was her insurance to keep her meals coming, and it was a decent service she could exchange for renting a room. It also gave her a rather flexible schedule to work with her music. A little cleaning before this performance, and a little serving after that performance. Those moments on stage were the focus of her life now, so she was glad to bring in some extra coin while she built up her name.
The performance was what she lived for. If it took serving a few drinks or cleaning up a few plates to get on stage and sing her heart out, she would do it.
...She put her foot down when it came to cleaning up the ale reeking vomit that never failed to appear at least once per night. No way was she going anywhere near those foul piles.
Other than that-! Yes, she would work in order to reach her dream. Standing in front of an eager crowd made every moment of work worthwhile. Every time she set an overflowing mug down, every time she picked up a plate of half-eaten food.. Every time someone pinched her butt as she walked by, and every snarky remark she heard when she dealt with an argumentive drunk.. It was all worth it for a few minutes of living the dream. When she was on stage, she forgot that she was still trying to save her way to the other lands. On stage, in her mind, she became the star of the show! The main attraction! Everyone who came to the tavern came to see and listen to her!
Leaving home had definitely been hard. One of the hardest things she had ever done. She had left behind much, in her mind. Her little sister, her mother, her aunt, her uncle.... There was the stable home that her father had built; along with the stable job that was likely to stay that way. Her soft feather bed, the tree she would sit under to think up her songs, the cliff-side view, loving family arms and smiles... All of that was gone for now. It was all utterly irreplaceable. This new life brought new joys though. New friends, all sorts of stories, hot meals daily, a growing influx of tips, and the joy of performing for people. Watching how her music could lift a downtrodden soul’s spirit fed her almost as well as a fish sandwich with a large mug of ale! With her memories both old and new, Faamy felt as though she was living the best that life was mean to be, and it would only get better as she learned and grew herself.
On stage, Faamy felt free. It wasn’t work for her. Music was her life.
(( word count: 935 = 3 points )) |
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 5:47 pm
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Rogue- Class Quest Solo
Bard
Looking on at the warm tavern, Faamy could smile affectionately. She had come to know the tavern quite well in her time here. It had been years of learning and growing in her skills, meeting so many new people and hearing even more amazing stories. She had flourished here! Yet, she knew things were still incomplete for her.
“I barely got meh feet wet, da,” she said out loud, looking up at the sky with a bashful smirk. It really was a little embarrassing and was quite disappointing to think about. She had set out a long time ago to explore the world, and here she was... getting comfortable at a Sauti inn while making only short trips into Tale. She had no regrets for the time spent at the inn, and yet she knew it was time to move on.
Yes, a real firecracker she was turning out to be.
She had set out from home to conquer the world, and since then had barely left the backyard.
“What are you staring off at?” a voice asked playfully from behind. “Talking to your papa again?”
Faamy turned to see a slim shifter standing there with a smirk. The shifter was also a musician, and quite talented. “Ah, Sybil, I jus’ kinda realizin’ I ain’t doin’ what I meant ta be doin’, is all.”
Sybil laughed, her long hair shimmering in the sun as she stepped forward to take Faamy’s arm. “Well, what is it you think you should be doing?” The woman smirked and leaned in. “Thinking about getting on the road finally?”
Finally? Even Sybil could tell that the windling was slacking! Faamy blushed but still nodded in agreement. “Yeah. I set out ta see the world, an’ ain’t gone further ‘n a wee bit inta Tale.” She looked up at the shifter and sighed. “Stayin’ here is jus’ me gettin’ complacent ‘n lazy.”
Sybil laughed again. “I could tell you were getting a little restless. You are always talking about getting out of here, but you never did.” She smiled coyly and brushed Faamy’s cheek. “Sorry if I was distracting you,” she said playfully, clearly not that sorry at all.
Now Faamy was laughing and kissed the dark hand near her face. “Yeh got nuthin’ ta be sorry fer, darlin’ dear. Yeh’re worth sittin’ still a little fer,” she crooned back, shaking her head. “It ain’t like I’m angry or nuthin’ about stickin’ ‘round like I did. I love the time I been here. Meh time with the inn, an’ with yeh.” Lips pursing, she looked at the shifter and gave a soft little smirk. “I don’t suppose yeh’d wanna come along?”
Sybil smiled warmly. “Ah, Faamy. You know I’m off to Zena soon. We’re going in opposite directions. Such is the way of us travelers, you know. Always moving around and all.”
Faamy nodded, but her blue eyes turned somber. Would she always be moving around like she was dreaming to? It had been her deepest desire for as long as she could remember! As much as she wanted to explore the world and spread her music.. there was something else waiting for her down the line. Something a bit more traditional and a lot more complex. Oh, that wouldn’t be for quite a while yet, but she could feel the subtle tug in her gut. One day.. she would settle down. Find a good man or woman, get a few babies running around...
She had met quite a few men and women on her journey, and only more would come! Yet, none struck her as the ‘bring home to yer mother’ type. What on the earth would she want in such a partner? Oh, they would have to cut a fine figure; that was certain. They would have to enjoy music; that was also certain. Beyond that though... kind, playful, strong... Now that she was pausing to think about it, she realized that she had little in way of details for what she wanted.
Though, why restrict herself to just one? There was plenty of herself to go around! ..The idea of being devoted to one person did seem a little limiting. Then, she wouldn’t have to settle for just certain traits!
“You are so cute when you get lost in your head~” Sybil said with a chuckle.
“Huh?” Faamy looked at the shifter and snorted. “I ain’t lost, Sybil. My head knows exactly where it’s goin’ now.” Well, maybe not exactly, but it was closer! “I hope I see ya ‘round, darlin’. It’ll be good ta see yeh ‘gain after a time.” She couldn’t help it as she rose on her toes to press a kiss to Sybil’s lips, smiling lightly. “Mehbeh ye’ll ‘ave a buncha wee ones runnin’ yeh crazy when yeh see me next.” Of this, Faamy had little doubt. While they were both ladies who enjoyed the companies of both genders, Sybil was much more for men in her heart as a long-term goal.
The comment brought a blush of delight from the shifter. “I wouldn’t mind,” she replied. “Oh! Speaking of little ones!” Sybil turned around and knelt down.
Faamy cocked her head, listening to the shifter croon softly under her breath at something. What in the blazes..? When Sybil stood and turned around, Faamy couldn’t hold back a shriek of delight. “Perzi!” she shrieked, dancing in place while Sybil tried to not double over in laughter. “I can’t hardly believe yeh remembered!”
In Sybil’s arms was indeed a small perzi. The wrinkled skin was rich and dark with matching crystals, while two bright green spots marked the narrow eyes. Sybil caught her breath before holding the creature out. “Of course I remember, you silly thing. You talked non-stop about the critters for at least a week after you saw them!” Sybil smirked playfully. “Well, them and that wild man, but I couldn’t get my hands on him.”
Faamy met the shifter’s gaze and smirked. Yes, that man had been fine looking~ “Well, these seem ta like me more’n he did anyway,” she said as she reached out for the perzi. The critter yawned and stretched, sniffing Faamy curiously.
“Anyway, someone nearby was advertising a litter a while ago. I have been saving this surprise for a while now. I figured you could use a little travel buddy. He’s still young, so you will have lots of time with him.”
Through all her joy, tears broke through the surface to fall along Faamy’s cheeks. “Sybil...” That was right. She would be traveling alone again until she found another inn to spend a little time at. She would need some company along the way. Sniffling, she gave Sybil another kiss. “If I was ta ever settle down with sumeone, I hope they’re like yeh.”
It turned out that Sybil was planning to leave the next day, so Faamy figured that she should do the same.
Sifting through the items in her room, Faamy groaned heavily. “How did I collect all this junk?” she wailed, looking at the clothes and trinkets and gifts she’d gotten over the years. Okay, so it wasn’t junk, but it was still stuff she wouldn’t need. She felt like she was leaving home again! She thought of her family back home though, waving and cheering as she headed for the horizon. She thought of the friends she had made, and the experiences she’d had while staying at the inn.
She wanted more of it!
Many of her things were sold to merchants, until she was back down to a minimal count of necessities and a few precious tokens. “Yeh ready, Fermata?” she asked with delight, holding the perzi for a long while to keep her tears at bay. She was going to go do what she had set out to do! It was time to continue following in her father’s footsteps.
(( Word count: 1,314 ))
Conclusion:
Faamy has spent most of her time at the inn that she was apprenticing at, unconsciously avoiding the risky venture she had initially set out on. She realized how stagnant she had become, and has renewed her dreams of being a travelling musician.
In this, she also briefly touches on more mature subjects like trying to figure out what sort of love life she wants, and that she does want children in the future, showing her further mental growth into adulthood.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2017 11:31 am
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Bard - Journal entry 1
Taking It In
Being in Jauhar was a whole new experience for Faamy. The dense clusters of forests of Tale were a noted though all around subtle transition from the arid mountains of Sauti where she had grown up. However, the change between spotty Tale and the rich environment of Jauhar’s expansive forests was quite intense to the traveling rock and mountain native. Tale’s pockets of forests were just that... pockets. Approach the forest of Jauhar was like walking toward a wall. Truthfully, as beautiful as it was, the space felt closed in and a little intimidating.
Oddly enough, it was the packed city of Sol that made Faamy breath with relief. While she had seen many kinds of people in her travels so far, the diversity and depth of the different races was immense! Entering the large town gave Faamy a similar feeling to walking into the steadily closing forest, but seeing other earthlings in such numbers was more to her liking than being alone among the thickening forest trees. Naturally, there were a couple races that were more common to be seen, but every race seemed to inhabit the same space to talk, trade, eat, and exist rather successfully.
Oh, the talking though! That was the highlight in Faamy’s eyes. On just her first day in town, Faamy had heard so many tales that she was pressed to write all of them down in a journal to keep them straight. There was so much material to use, and most who shared did not seem to mind her desire to turn their stories into songs. It was a haven for the chatty woman. She had her own tales to share, but she actually spent most of her first couple days just listening.
The main topic that fell from the lips of many was the topic of the latest revealed threat. According to the Alkidike, the mysterious danger was called the Dretch. It was a strange bug-looking creature who could appear and disappear in thin air. Apparently, they looked even more like bugs than the Alks did; like actual earthling sized insects! That thought alone was rather unsettling, and then to hear that the creatures were kidnapping people with no word, no reasons, and no ransoms... The level of concern and fear in people’s voices had not been heard by Faamy since the rumors of the exiled Alkidike offspring springing from the yucky muck of the ground. After years of being told how dangerous the Alk race was... it was indeed a chilling sensation to see those of that warrior race also sporting concerned faces and voices.
It was a delightful surprise when one innkeeper requested a new song from her. There was so much fear in the air, tensions rising in the face of this unknown race. Hope was needed...
Holed up in the privacy of her inn room, Faamy looked over her notes and sheets. A song to bring hope... The only thing she knew about the Dretch was.. well.. their name, and that they looked like actual bugs. How was she going to spread hope in this situation?
What was she thinking? There was always hope. Always. If nothing else, Faamy knew that there was always a way to see the light at the end. It might be a light no larger than the flicker on a candle in the distance, but it could always be seen. One just had to look at the proper angles.
‘We thought the danger had gone; exiled across the sea,
But they thrived and gave birth to a new atrocity.
Bloody hair, empty eyes, skin like the stones.
The stories sent chills to everyone’s bones.
Their desires are unknown as they lurk on their isle,
But they have a solid form to make known their style.
The threats have no end though, they only grow in breadth.
An ancient evil has returned and hides in the heart’s depth.
Fresh horrors haunt us while they hide out of sight,
Standing just out of reach beyond the touch of light.
When the fears of our fears breaks from a crack in the air,
We must all gather together against such despair.
We are many, we are one, we are survivors of this land.
No threat can rise up that could knock us from our stand.
Burning fire, frozen ice, grating wind, slicing leaf,
Flowing water, balancing shifter, and fighting Alkidike.
Combined together, we are the warriors of earth,
And the Dretch will fear the force of our worth.
Hold hope, hold hope, hold it tight, don’t let go.
The bonds of our people can hold off the foe.
Destined to fail, those thieves of the frail,
We will celebrate hearty when you come to fail.
Fight to the end, my friends, and never give in.
Working together will lead us to the win.'
Looking over her words, Faamy sighed softly. Hopefully, this would be encouraging to those seeking refuge at the inn tonight. There was still so much that was unknown about those Dretch. It prickled the sanity to think about it. However.. many wars had come and gone. Many battles had been fought. In the end, she believed with all her heart that it was the good guys who had won each time. The land was a better place because the right groups found victory. The good would win this time as well.
She had to believe that.. and so did everyone else.
(( word count: 908 = 3 pnts )) |
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