Tara in 1170... Still Wet.
Everyone else is doing it...
The door creaked open and an elderly man slowly entered. His head was now almost bald, and his stoop hid what must once have been an impressive height. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw a small woman, grey-haired where once she had shone firey red in the sunshine. The woman was sitting at the table, her head bowed and face hidden in her hands. She had clearly been weeping.
Moving stiffly, the man sat opposite her and gently took her hand in his.
"Tara, my love, what's wrong?"
The woman lifted her head and gazed at him. "I'm sorry Ev. But I can't live like this anymore. It's been 60 years since I left Mailith. 60 years since I last felt truely alive. I've tried so hard, but I have to finally accept that here, I'm just, so... wet!"
Everard nodded sadly.
"I know love. You've always been a bit rubbish haven't you. Somehow, you've never quite lived up to all the stories your Void Lance friends always told about you. I thought maybe once you'd settled down you'd liven up. But it never really happened did it?"
The woman lifted her eyes to his, and a spark of confrontation lit them from within.
"Well, what about you? Where's this great legendary scout we all heard so much about? What happened to him, eh?"
Everard sighed.
"To tell you the truth, I was only ever that good when Helena was around. I don't think I've ever really got over her either."
Tara laughed. "What a pair we make. Mooning over our lost loves and being useless without them. So what do we do?"
Everard was silent for a while, then took Tara's hand in his and spoke with a quiet fervour.
"I've been working on a plan. A rite to Hern. I think I can bring her back, or maybe He'll take me to her instead."
He outlined his plan, and Tara sat listening to every word, giving hints of advice or approval along the way.
"It's got potential, Love. I was thinking of walking into the Voidgate and seeing would it take me back to Clachan. They're a long-lived bunch there you know, he's probably still hale and hearty."
Everard stood, suddenly seeming taller than he had in years.
"Get your things Sweetheart. I'll drop you off to the ritual circle on my way to Hern's Alter."
Laughing and excited, the elderly couple headed towards the door.
The door creaked open and an elderly man slowly entered. His head was now almost bald, and his stoop hid what must once have been an impressive height. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw a small woman, grey-haired where once she had shone firey red in the sunshine. The woman was sitting at the table, her head bowed and face hidden in her hands. She had clearly been weeping.
Moving stiffly, the man sat opposite her and gently took her hand in his.
"Tara, my love, what's wrong?"
The woman lifted her head and gazed at him. "I'm sorry Ev. But I can't live like this anymore. It's been 60 years since I left Mailith. 60 years since I last felt truely alive. I've tried so hard, but I have to finally accept that here, I'm just, so... wet!"
Everard nodded sadly.
"I know love. You've always been a bit rubbish haven't you. Somehow, you've never quite lived up to all the stories your Void Lance friends always told about you. I thought maybe once you'd settled down you'd liven up. But it never really happened did it?"
The woman lifted her eyes to his, and a spark of confrontation lit them from within.
"Well, what about you? Where's this great legendary scout we all heard so much about? What happened to him, eh?"
Everard sighed.
"To tell you the truth, I was only ever that good when Helena was around. I don't think I've ever really got over her either."
Tara laughed. "What a pair we make. Mooning over our lost loves and being useless without them. So what do we do?"
Everard was silent for a while, then took Tara's hand in his and spoke with a quiet fervour.
"I've been working on a plan. A rite to Hern. I think I can bring her back, or maybe He'll take me to her instead."
He outlined his plan, and Tara sat listening to every word, giving hints of advice or approval along the way.
"It's got potential, Love. I was thinking of walking into the Voidgate and seeing would it take me back to Clachan. They're a long-lived bunch there you know, he's probably still hale and hearty."
Everard stood, suddenly seeming taller than he had in years.
"Get your things Sweetheart. I'll drop you off to the ritual circle on my way to Hern's Alter."
Laughing and excited, the elderly couple headed towards the door.