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Amar loosed an arrow with a forked tip that unerringly sliced through the girth of the rope, essentially cutting her down from afar, and then brought his firewood inside. Like nothing unexpected happened. Like it was simply another daily chore for him to complete. She still wore the noose's burn to this day, though she nervously hid it from others with Robin's scarf.
The old moon elf never said anything to her about it afterwards, no matter how much she wanted him to, but that was fine. She understood enough in his silence that he cared about her life and didn't want her to throw it away. It soothed the sting of her grief and eventually helped her recover, but River---
River was inconsolable. No matter what Lasvi seemed to say, she couldn't reproduce the effect that Amar had on her, and it made her feel incredibly inept by comparison. However, perhaps it meant that she had to do something instead.
The she-elf wandered the port all afternoon, checking every stall and back alley emporium that she could find. She wasn't entirely sure what she should've been looking for --- Lasvi was never one for appreciating or understanding the gifts that humans favor giving their friends --- but she figured she'd know it when she saw it.
Eventually, well after the oil lamps on the boulevard had been lit and most of the shops closed down for the night, she vanished off the streets. A small parcel is left with Tyrsis for River's perusal at the Mariner later that evening.
Inside is an ornate nautical spyglass: a combination of stained brass fittings and handcarved zalantar dowels depicting the noble god Valkur guiding three galleons to safety through a storm. The glass lenses were blown to near-perfection by a craftsman that obviously has a lot of pride in his work, and the small telescope shines from within with a well-crafted veneer.
An Espruar note containing a single sentence accompanies the gift.
The old moon elf never said anything to her about it afterwards, no matter how much she wanted him to, but that was fine. She understood enough in his silence that he cared about her life and didn't want her to throw it away. It soothed the sting of her grief and eventually helped her recover, but River---
River was inconsolable. No matter what Lasvi seemed to say, she couldn't reproduce the effect that Amar had on her, and it made her feel incredibly inept by comparison. However, perhaps it meant that she had to do something instead.
The she-elf wandered the port all afternoon, checking every stall and back alley emporium that she could find. She wasn't entirely sure what she should've been looking for --- Lasvi was never one for appreciating or understanding the gifts that humans favor giving their friends --- but she figured she'd know it when she saw it.
Eventually, well after the oil lamps on the boulevard had been lit and most of the shops closed down for the night, she vanished off the streets. A small parcel is left with Tyrsis for River's perusal at the Mariner later that evening.
Inside is an ornate nautical spyglass: a combination of stained brass fittings and handcarved zalantar dowels depicting the noble god Valkur guiding three galleons to safety through a storm. The glass lenses were blown to near-perfection by a craftsman that obviously has a lot of pride in his work, and the small telescope shines from within with a well-crafted veneer.
An Espruar note containing a single sentence accompanies the gift.
<I hope this can help you find where you want to go from here, Uelaereene.>
Lasvi
Lasvi