Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190125120301/@comment-25828117-20190205230104

The waves crashed below. The white cliff stretched out in places, making it seem like there was no ground underneath it. As if you were standing on a floating island above the ocean.

The grass on these cliff sides was long and turned with the wind, reaching back into meadows of long grass, there it danced, forming green waves.

And on the edge stood an elf. A bosmer, with quirky clothes made not out of bone and skull but leaves and plants, every color imaginable adorned his coat, his uneven slightly torn coat. Some of the flowers had grown brown or coppery, died. But they were nothing but yet more colors in the whole collective.

The bosmer smiled.

The sun was rising in front of him. Beyond it, somehow, he knew lay the place that the others had gone back to: Tamriel something or other...

Supposedly, even he had once been from that place.

The Thalmor had danced well. They had danced with him across the island until they couldn't any longer. He would delight the denizens with his troupe of dancing elves in the shiny clothes. But now the last one had danced to his last tune and he had stopped playing.

Born anew. A new flutist. A new piper once more. This time not Valanor, Palanor or Falanor, this time he was Kalanor. His personalities were the music. That he knew now. Each; a fraction of him, each; another melody, one of the many he possessed. And he knew it was cyclical now too. Or rather, he knew again. The knowing was part of the circle.

Soon he would play the melody that would make him forget again. He was on the cusp of remembering. Remembering why he was here, on this island. The island that was now home.

The elf smiled at the sun, then he smirked, then laughed until he was practically rolling on the floor, having the time of his life. Whatever he was thinking of, it was the funniest thing in the world.

And when the laughter died so did smirk, and the smile until he was crying. He remembered now.

While he wiped away his tears with one hand he put the pipe to his mouth and played the song to forget.