Event Nine.

[awashmods]

Thus, on Life’s gloomy sea, Heareth the marinere Voices sweet, from far and near, Ever singing in his ear, “Here is rest and peace for thee!”

t's a dark night, and the sounds of feet in the darkness are further dampened and hidden by even more magic, as they are lured away by the soft sounds of dreams that are too good to be true, leaving the Town much, much emptier than when it began. On one side, an island, and a ticking clock to a gruesome death. On the other, the slow realization that those bonds everyone has been forging might mean much, much more than they first thought. Welcome to Awash's ninth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Please be sure to very clearly mark where your characters are in your prompts, so people know which they can tag depending on which group they are in. Thank you!

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[ifionlyhadthecourage]

Well, Kyrie seems like himself, at least. Sans the vague menacing undertones that he emitted, but that is honestly just part of the package in the end. Guess it wasn't too much of a stress on him to be without his pendant, then? Or maybe he's just not showing that much to Caramia? It's hard for him to really tell.

Whatever the case may be, it's certainly not going to interrupt their much needed hug. He even finds somewhere against his forehead and damp, ashy hair that clung to his skin to settle a small kiss.

"I wasn't sure if we'd be found," he points out. After all, there's no telling how far from the town they even are.

And then, softly, after another moment to try and gather his bearings, he mutters, "I'm... sorry I worried you."