Sairona

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A year ago, Ryheric played three songs for his former lover Silver on the cliffs.

The first was Rain Ghost, the piece of music for when he'd first seen her on the stairs of the Prancing Pony. The despairing woman, fatalistic, existing.

The second was The Noose. The state of him that she had discovered and further invoked. He had learned more from this damaged woman than she would ever know.

The trials of the shards were finally over. She had not had to face the Betrayal Shard after all. Ryheric had decided that Silver would face it in her place. She had not been happy about the idea but she had understood his reasoning. The way he had looked at her spoke volumes, he had tried to kill her and he struggled with what that could mean about who he was. He could have killed Aerluinil.

When he woke from the fever there was strange looking healing equipment hanging off him. Winnie looked exhausted, Tarsorel had recovered somewhere nearby, Lavendara was crying, Silver looked weak, but they all seemed glad. Terrified and glad.

Prelude:

He had sand in his mouth. The feeling was memorable, jarring violet, brown and dark grey. The three mixed to create a hideous colour. It had sickened him the first time it happened. The same sort of retching feeling as nails on a chalkboard to some. Distinctive and repulsive. He was twelve back then, had fallen off the bottom of a wagon, and had never seen sand like this, out here in the dunes. 

Day two had passed quietly. However upon seeing a sketch in Winnie's book, Ryheric had sent Harold to Bree to request Silver's presence. When Harold returned, he brought with him a letter addressed to Ryheric from a dwarven leader of a small guild running out of the Harp and Hammer. "We have shared goals, come and meet with our company" the letter said. Ryheric had Winnie write his response. It said that indeed, if goals were shared, the dwarf's company would instead come to the Lonelands to help Ryheric's company fight orcs.

Day One. Daytime:
After arriving in the Lonelands, the group is debriefed outside the Forsaken inn. They see Weathertop (where there will be orcs attempting to make a foothold) from a distance. Airodir scouts for numbers, and Ryheric takes part of the group ready and present to get a better idea of what they are up against. They start out in the afternoon, leading into dusk of DAY ONE, deliberately choosing a time when night will fall to ensure they are getting the proper scope of orc/goblin activity.

Day One. Evening/night:

I felt like writing a bit again. A good entry for the journal I have on Silver. The recollections of my encounters with her and such....

Today I went to deliver a bounty to the Jail in Bree-town. It was there that Dawn told me about the most recent inhabitants of the jail, among them a woman who had been in a fight. Dark skin, red hair..... Could only be one person no?
I asked her for the cell and went over to see her.

He had never said goodbye before, but he was compelled by Sana. These were short moments that had simply felt good. No self questioning, acid or angst from her. No insults under the guise of "jokes". Her humour was frequent and wholesome. No low handed sarcasm or falsities. She was polite, sassy but truthful. Considerate, respectful, fiesty and open enough to expect exactly the same, equal. Had he not heard that word just prior? He wondered if he had a better idea of it than some. In any case, he felt lighter to be around Sana.