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!

Comments

[withwisdom]

[ as she suspected. but her memory is hazy, perhaps a side effect of the dehydration, lack of food, and so on. at least he's willing to tell her that much. ]

Thank you. For the healing, and for telling me. [ a sigh. ] Though I suppose you won't remind me of your name?

[ditherer]

[...]

Ruva.

[did he ever give her his name? he can't remember, though either way, he is definitely not the boy he was when he first showed up.]

[withwisdom]

[ ...he didn't, no. she doesn't remember at least, and that bothers her significantly. she shouldn't be forgetting who people are, not ever. ]

Then I will commit it to memory. And hope we can meet again.