All Welcome I ache to remember

skill: heartbroken 1/5

The world split, the isle raged, the land surged with unfettered energy that left the bear feeling uneasy and tense. He did not really want to go back towards the flame he had the sinking suspicion that others might also have investigated. The runes were the key to all of it, and he remembered the words. They echoed in his mind from the haunting dream. If the energy of the world surged would that mean perhaps that the fires had too? Vidarr did not take any company on his jaunt to the howling rivers this time. This time he was alone and spent the trek mulling over the dreams and what all of this meant.

Vidarr hadn’t realized as he edged along the riverbed where only months before he had stayed at Svajonė’s side while she brought Reid earthside. There had been tragedy there, but also an inspiring wonder. Vidarr was fiercely protective of the little sparrow - every day as he grew and learned Vidarr grew prouder of his son. He had thought many times about being a father. If the time had come upon them, perhaps Hilde might have bore his children. The familiar vast ache caused him to pause for a moment, overcome with the sort of grief that had not fully accepted what could not be.

Vidarr drew in a heavy breath and for a moment he thought he could smell her. Confused, hopeful, the man made his way closer with his lost love on his mind.

Oh, bless the magic that lay within these tunnels, that could transport her back and forth between far places at will!

This place had many gods, or perhaps few, but those they did have spoke with the strength of many. The ground quaked and shook before them. The laws of physics bent to their desire. These Gods threatened doom upon them all, and Ampoule was in awe.

The nymph had always served greater gods, even if she did not desire to do so. It was as much her nature as it was to breathe and swim. She would do as she was bade, but at first, she must flee! She must learn what the gravity of this opportunity meant to her, through glorious reprieve!

Even to the sea-nymph, the ocean was vast and unknown. Ampoule fled, for the moment, to the sanctity of the river and its ever-burning fires.

She approached it at long last, tired and needing a drink. She was only slightly surprised to notice that it was now pink. Most of her attention was given wholeheartedly to the darkened, solemn soul that stood just aside it.

Ampoule, her normal potency heightened and fanned by the fire, walked to the river’s edge and drank.

Her eyes were trained on the sad man. She felt a similar, yet unknown, pull. It was the same as when she found the shiver babe Dyname on her cold, frosted beach. She felt… she felt.......

a desire to help.