A Land Far Away

This is a second topic thread for Faedra's songs or poems that have a slightly more mature content. Honestly the rating should probably be 13+, but I don't want to make a third post later down the road so consider yourself properly warned.

(( Very nice. ))

man i love a good bard!

Got to love the naughty bard girls

Touching!

I wonder who claims human sacrifices in the afterlife... Kelemvor maybe? Or does Auril get her?

Faedra looks over her book as she stands at the railing of the ship. Flipping through the pages she stops as a familiar poem in elvish catches her eye. Unbidden tears drop onto the page as she remembers.

Night enfolds us lovers in sable velvet,
your cloak beneath us our only apparel.
My heart beats slowly as each moment,
spins outward like a dancer to this ancient melody.
Thus conjoined my spirit soars on gossamer wings,
floating on birdsong and the quiet whisperings of nature.
You are my shelter and my guide.
The smell of earth and sunshine
clings to your hair as it brushes against my cheek,
hiding the world behind a curtain of gold.

"Naamarie.." Her voice is no louder than a whisper. Looking at the tearstained page she tears it carefully from the book.

The Moon of Woe bobbed gently on the waves as she crossed over to the stern railing. Watching the snowy island that was now her home grow smaller in the distance she pulls out the paper and lets it drop into the wake of the ship. She watches as it floats for a moment before being pulled under by the dark choppy water.

thinkpig wrote:Touching!

I wonder who claims human sacrifices in the afterlife... Kelemvor maybe? Or does Auril get her?

Lovely songs!

and thinkpig, on sacrifices, the dead go to their gods ... so be careful who you sacrifice mwhahahahahaha!!!!!!!

Great stuff Melody!

Faedra has been a great addition to the pack.

Aitana

The dark haired woman had been talking nearly all day...

Faedra took out her book. Laying it in front of her on the rug she stretched out onto her stomach across the padded bands of blue, black, and grey. She looked at the blank page for a moment as she mixed the ink in it's stoppered jar. The feathered edge of the quill brushed against her cheek as she thought. Slowly the incessant chatter slowed to a stop as Faedra completely ignored the speaker. This was something the young woman would never have done even a moon ago and she found it strangely liberating. In the new quiet she found some words for the feelings inside of her.

I trust you Xujja, truthfully I do
even though you smile to see me cry
at the pain I'm going through.
I forgive your nature,I'll endure the pain
Forever is worth any cost to me.
Because I know for you it's love,
when you smile to watch me bleed.

Imperfect words, but the only ones she had to explain the complex emotions she had for the tiefling. She felt a mixture of fear, longing, and love rise up inside of her as her fingers brushed the words written on the paper. "Forever.." her lips moved forming the word as she read it silently. Never to feel that terrible loss ever again, to always be sheltered and safe in the arms of those who loved her. Closing the book Faedra stood and began preparing for her wedding.

The most loving and nurturing folks Faedra met are your friendly neighborhood Cult of Auril! There was so much love and tenderness going on last night I could barely hold back the tears of joy:)

Very nice work in the whole thread but I felt I should peek in and give a specific thanks for this last one. It is great to have you playing with the cult and the cherry on top is the fact that our little Faedra is such a talented bard

thinkpig wrote: There was so much love and tenderness going on last night I could barely hold back the tears of joy:)

Wait... was that before or after the blood splattered sacrifices?


J