Alaytar
I know why I agreed to come, but this journey is painful, more than Earendil can ever realize.
For one thing, I have never been a seasoned mariner. I enjoy short excursions - Kassandra and I used to sail all the time back in Arvernien - but long expeditions wear me out. I hate the grimy feeling of the salt spray, and the constant, sickening rocking of the Vingilote. I want the comfort of my own home, my own bed, where I can brood over the loss of my daughter in the darkness.
Of course, it doesn't help that Earendil and Elwing are so happy.
Earendil's merely giddy at being free on the open ocean again. He's smiling all the time, like a teenager who sails for the first time. I realize his skill as a mariner, and I have to admit that I wouldn't want to sailing with anyone else.
And Elwing's thrilled at being with Earendil again. I see them together, holding hands, laughing, smiling at each other, and a jealousy hits me so hard that I can hardly stand it. I want that happiness. That's why I'm here. I'm leaving the boundaries of this earth, giving up my daughter, and enduring the painful journey in the hopes of finding Kassandra. I've thrown away so mich for the chance: Jade. My home. My people. My land.
I miss Jade terribly. She understood me, better than Kassandra did, I think, and put up with me too, which is definitely better than Kassandra did.
The thought crosses my mind also that Kassandra may not want me back. That is almost to much to bear.
So I watch the waves and await my destination with dread.
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Wanderer
FantasyShe never dreamed that she would have to give him up. He only dreamed of going. Earendil the Mariner is in love with the sea. It dominates his waking his hours and his dreams. It's beginning to take over his life. He's got to choose what's more impo...
