Who: Xenk Yendar + YOU
Status: Open!
Where: Eltrut, Elah, Nautilust(?)
What: Open prompts for Manta board shenanigans and anything else that comes to mind.
Warnings: Probably none unless you flirt really hard
[ Xenk isn't really one to ask for advice, but the endeavor seems harmless enough! Besides, if they're anonymous, maybe he can put a little more vulnerability in them than he might usually.... ]
1.
To whomever finds this letter, How does one make friends?
2.
To whomever finds this letter, Do you ever fear that you will forget the faces of your parents?
3.
To whomever finds this letter, Would you share something of your home, even if that home is known for great horrors?
[ Xenk knows a thing or two about horses -- at times he's called his own steed with his magic, but the real things are gentle creatures with calm hearts. He finds these seahorses are no exception. ]
Shhh, be at peace. You are safe.
[ Xenk holds his arms out as he approaches one of the massive seahorses. He's been given a halter to hold for later, when the beast has calmed. For now the creature whinnies and splashes in the shallows, ears pinned back as it eyes Xenk angrily. Xenk remains stalwart, calm even as the seahorse bucks and brays. ]
Be at ease. All will be well.
II. DOCKSIDE REPAIRS
[ Xenk is hard at work helping out with repairs by the docks. While earlier his strength helped him carry boards and barrels of supplies to an fro, he eventually found his way to the medical bay, his hands aglow with healing as he laid hands upon the sick and wounded.
Alas, even Xenk has his limits. His magic is finite. Late into the night, Xenk can be found by the remains of the docks, kneeling in silent prayer. The moonlight casts him in an enchanting glow, and he stands still as stone, lips moving as he beseeches Tyr for further aid.
I have not thought of my parents in quite some times, so perhaps the answer is no. They have long since passed and I didn't live with them for almost half my life to begin with.
[ Oh, it feels so weird not to sign these or address them, but he's gonna keep trying! ]
I suppose this is one method. "Casting many nets" as the saying goes?
[ Perhaps he meant "casting a wide net." It's an unsigned letter, he can butcher colloquialisms. ]
I fear I am not well-versed in maintaining friendships. In the past I have held others at a distance, and am thus concerned that I may over correct now that I have decided that friendships may be worth attaining.
I imagine this to be a common sentiment. I lost my parents at a very young age, but I have held their faces in my heart and mind for over a century.
Unfortunately, I fear the edges and angles of their features may already be blurred by the passage of time. Of course, this is a natural occurrence, yet I still feel a great sense of loss when I consider that I may no longer recall them one day.
[It's close enough that she doesn't correct him. If anything, it does make her smile a bit.]
To be honest, I don't think there's such a thing as over correcting when it comes to maintaining friendships. Far as I'm concerned, the ones that are worth maintaining are the ones that won't think of it that way.
Besides, over correcting is just another way of saying that you're a good person, you know?
I cannot say when mine passed exactly. I just know that the Blight took all of the Northern Territory where I was born and them with it. By that time, I had become a ward of the Duchy of a neighboring nation and I was not overjoyed about it in the beginning. It got better, though. The Archduke treated me kindly and no less than his own sons. His face is what I remember over my own father's for that reason.
Which is why I will ask, what if you remembered their love most of all?
I am sorry that you bear such loss. I hope their spirits can find solace to know that the family that raised you did so with kindness and care.
My own parents' love is what I carry most with me. The work they toiled was thankless, and the coin in our home was sparse, but I was fortunate to have enjoyed my time with them. Never did I want for food or drink,. They are all that was good in my homeland. They and the others like them, deserved not the fate they fared.
Thank you for your sympathy. It is very kind of you.
Then take that with you. Even if your mind can no longer make up the lines of their faces, the feeling of being loved by them can never wither away. It is bittersweet, indeed, but the fondness they had for you, their child, lives on in you and your actions. They raised you well.
cw: he means literally cursed but it's phrased unfortunately
I fear I am a poor student in matters of anonymity, so I will thus speak honestly. I hope you will not judge me harshly for having continued this ruse.
My name is Xenk Yendar, and I hail from the land of Thay, in Faerûn. I bear a curse upon my self that has kept me alive far beyond my years. It is why I spoke of the century it's been since I was able to recall my mother and father clearly. I speak not in hyperbole, but in simple fact.
I am in no place to judge anyone except a chosen few and please be assured that you are not one of them. To keep our sides equal, I am Jill Warrick, from Valisthea, Rosaria to be exact.
And with you saying that, your fear becomes clearer to me. A century is quite a long time, long enough for memories to become hazy. I assume this curse has not been a pleasant time.
It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Jill Warrick.
Indeed, it has brought me a great mix of positive and negative encounters. Though I see the curse for the boon it grants me in aiding others, it carries many more detriments to my daily life.
Pray do not concern yourself with my well-being, as I have long since grown accustomed to its effects. The subject of this letter was simply an idle thought which I cast into the sea, in hopes of being offered a different perspective from my own.
Unfortunately, telling me not to be concerned about someone only serves to make me even more so. I would apologize for that, but then that would be dishonest of me since I wouldn't mean it.
I do hope I have provided that different perspective, though. If not, now that I apologize for.
I am familiar with the sentiment. I mean only that my ails are not new, and so I do not expect them to be easily fixed.
Your perspective was helpful, and I thank you. At times I fear my long life has brought with it a lack of immediacy, and so it is heartening to hear from a mortal perspective.
Asking is an option... though I fear there are those who would deny it. People are complex creatures.
I have lived for over a century and met countless allies and contacts in my travels. Do I count them friends, if I know I will meet them only once? This is the question that troubles me.
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