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Old 06-15-2003, 12:50 AM   #208
Everdawn
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Énien had been relieved that they had after all been able to recover Aerin's body.
It may have been to the others that Énien was strong. But how wrong they could be. She had cried, like them all, but in her own shame she had not let it show. It was always like this, this death. A sensless waste.

The elf no longer had tears to cry, though she was pale. They need me to be strong she though as she leant against the wall in Rangar's room where Wren sat watching and going through Turthôl's bag. Énien could tell that Wren was gald for her company, for mortals show their emotions so much easily. Wren was crying, holding Turthôl's fife. It was heart wrenching, Énien bowed her head. Soon enough she to was sleeping, as Rangar did. Like lambs, and about as strong as them now too... Quietly she tip-toed out of the room, which was not hard and she did not make any noise.

Down the hall was her room, across from Calimir, the door was partially open, he lay on his bed. Gently she lay a hand on his back. He blamed himself. And she knew all to well how that felt. Énien was never one for saying the right things, that was what Calimir had always done, for her.

The worst thing is that he said nothing at all, except "i know" and he left. This was horrible for her. As soon as he was gone Énien wept, and after what seemed a thousand tears, the elf composed herself.

Above deck she found Rave. They talked for a while about things, and their earlier conversation. She tried not to dwell on that thought, tried but the fact was that Énien did not have many mortal friends, thoes before the company had died a long time ago, but when Énien was hardened. She had not wept for them, she was a different elf. But now, it seemed she had changed, almost back to the old elf she had once been, placid, happy and content with her own world.

The elf and the woman went below deck, but Énien could not sleep, try as she did. Instead she went and sat in her dry nightdress, in the common room table, one leg crossed over another, eyes closed. As she tended to do on this ship.
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