Post by jawaa on Dec 12, 2006 1:45:36 GMT -5
Darkness. Silence. Echos. Emptiness.
The Voodoo hall was deserted, left as it was when everyone was gone. The moonlight shone in a window, the silvery beam lighting the floor where it hit. Curled up in the moonlight was a tall, silver haired troll, lying on the floor. She rocked back and forth, mumbling to herself, occasionally breaking into tears.
Alone. Abandoned.
Jawaa whispered to herself the memories of the clan that no longer existed as a whole. The members were around, but scattered. She listened as the sounds of her tears echoed off the walls and objects in the room. The carpet over the hole in the floor that Stoosh had made... Every memory came back to her.
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Rizin made her way into the hall. She knew her cousin would be here. She walked slowly to the crying troll on the floor and knelt next to her, laying her hand on Jawaa's shoulder. "It was my first home... this clan saved me."
Jawaa rolled and looked sightlessly at Rizin, who leaned down and pulled her cousin off the floor to sit up. Rizin hugged Jawaa tightly and whispered. "As long as you remember the memories, you will always keep a part of it."
The taller of the two trolls cried again. Rizin just held Jawaa, unsure of what to do to calm her.
Time. Knowledge. Books.
A door on the side of the hall banged open, and a troll mage in torn robes fell out of it, and was subsequently buried by a river of books and scrolls. Jawaa and Rizin both jumped up as Aravi popped her head out of the torrent of tomes and giggled. Hopping out, she started stacking the books in her arms and headed for the door. She set them in a cart outside and skipped happily back. Rizin stepped in front of the bouncing mage. "What are you doing? Where are you taking the clan's books?"
Aravi shrugged quietly. She produced a slate from a hole in her robe, and a piece of chalk from another. She scribbled something and held the slate in the moonlight.
"W-wha's it say?" Jawaa sniffled.
Rizin smiled slightly and read the slate. "She is preserving the writings." She turned and picked up an armload of books. Aravi clapped excitedly and ran, grabbing even more. She stopped in front of Jawaa who looked down sadly. Aravi grabbed Jawaa's hand and placed a book in it, and ran off giggling.
The hunter ran her fingers over the cover, recognizing it as one of her own... her first contribution to the clan's library. She bent over and picked up another, by someone else. Then another. "Ah'll help..." She spoke quietly, as she reached for more books.
After the cart was overloaded with literature, the three trolls stood quietly in front of the hall. Jawaa stepped forward and knelt in front of the door.
"Goodbye, Voodoo."
The Voodoo hall was deserted, left as it was when everyone was gone. The moonlight shone in a window, the silvery beam lighting the floor where it hit. Curled up in the moonlight was a tall, silver haired troll, lying on the floor. She rocked back and forth, mumbling to herself, occasionally breaking into tears.
Alone. Abandoned.
Jawaa whispered to herself the memories of the clan that no longer existed as a whole. The members were around, but scattered. She listened as the sounds of her tears echoed off the walls and objects in the room. The carpet over the hole in the floor that Stoosh had made... Every memory came back to her.
-
Rizin made her way into the hall. She knew her cousin would be here. She walked slowly to the crying troll on the floor and knelt next to her, laying her hand on Jawaa's shoulder. "It was my first home... this clan saved me."
Jawaa rolled and looked sightlessly at Rizin, who leaned down and pulled her cousin off the floor to sit up. Rizin hugged Jawaa tightly and whispered. "As long as you remember the memories, you will always keep a part of it."
The taller of the two trolls cried again. Rizin just held Jawaa, unsure of what to do to calm her.
Time. Knowledge. Books.
A door on the side of the hall banged open, and a troll mage in torn robes fell out of it, and was subsequently buried by a river of books and scrolls. Jawaa and Rizin both jumped up as Aravi popped her head out of the torrent of tomes and giggled. Hopping out, she started stacking the books in her arms and headed for the door. She set them in a cart outside and skipped happily back. Rizin stepped in front of the bouncing mage. "What are you doing? Where are you taking the clan's books?"
Aravi shrugged quietly. She produced a slate from a hole in her robe, and a piece of chalk from another. She scribbled something and held the slate in the moonlight.
"W-wha's it say?" Jawaa sniffled.
Rizin smiled slightly and read the slate. "She is preserving the writings." She turned and picked up an armload of books. Aravi clapped excitedly and ran, grabbing even more. She stopped in front of Jawaa who looked down sadly. Aravi grabbed Jawaa's hand and placed a book in it, and ran off giggling.
The hunter ran her fingers over the cover, recognizing it as one of her own... her first contribution to the clan's library. She bent over and picked up another, by someone else. Then another. "Ah'll help..." She spoke quietly, as she reached for more books.
After the cart was overloaded with literature, the three trolls stood quietly in front of the hall. Jawaa stepped forward and knelt in front of the door.
"Goodbye, Voodoo."