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Amidst the rubble, a time ago
« on: December 04, 2009, 03:29:16 pm »
[INDENT]A small figure decorated with bells, keys, and strange tattoos aids in excavation and salvage, before the demolitions were quite finished. Her songs can be heard twining with the harsh winds that sweep frozen streets, and harmonizing with the other musicians that also come and go.

All at once, however, near the end of her third day (for seeing her there for more than a handful of consecutive days was rare), she sits down in the midst of the waning work of the day, legs simply folding under her and depositing her rear on the ground, and, amazingly for those that are even passingly familiar with her, as many in Leringard are, she begins to cry.

She is left entirely alone for a space of time until someone finally approaches as though to question, her arms wrapped around her knees and her forehead resting atop them. "They're all gone!" she sniffs, before she can even be questioned or comforted. "He killed them all. I have looked and looked, and they are not here any-more."

"It is not just planks and gold that are for rebuilding! Derrick is gone, and Kali, and Quin, and Varka and Harg and Cole and Rhizome and Remi and Jharl and Freldo and Maurelle and Queen Allurial and Kat's Corner and Aleister and there is no more Saucy Sailor Boy, or Knight With Damsels Too Many, the war is over and all the Coins have missed the glass!" When another points out the recovery of the Norseman's statue, she shakes her head too many times, making something at her ears chime in denial. "That is not Cole! That is just a statue," and buries her face in her knees again.

At the instant she seems most depressed, sniffling and hugging her knees, she looks around and then whispers to a few nearby, "But I have a secret!" She reaches into a draping sleeves and pulls a small pouch from it, fastened with a plain cord. "I have them all! We have to put them back!" She hops to her feet and begins to speed off, tangled hair and a faded scarf streaming behind her as she answers over her shoulder, "To rebuild, of course!" even as she goes in the opposite direction of that which is already in progress. "Old and new!"


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((Other things to shed more light soon, heh.))
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