When: Post concert
Where: Dreshdae
Varin took a deep breath as he began to leave the premises, the concert had come to its end and the boom and bustling of folk had begun to die down. Varin sat in his speeder for a moment looking at the dim stars, semi blotted out by the light pollution of the city. He scoffed slightly looking around at the city. To him it was all filthy, and smelt of rotting garbage. Nothing like…..home. He started the speeder back up and adjusted his new jacket, a memento of the time he had earlier and the friends he enjoyed it with along the way. The cold wind nipped at his face as he pulled out of his parking space and made his way back to Vardin.
Location: Somewhere between Dreshdae and Vardin
The desert's cold grasp gripped Varin’s brow as he slowed his speeder to a stop, cutting the engine off. It was dark, much darker here than it was in the city. Varin opened up the side compartment of his speeder where he stored some old dead wood and his bag.
Hopping out of his speeder he set up the wood in a cone shape with a small bit of tinder beneath.
Are you sure you want to do this now boy? You may not be ready for it.
“I owe it to them. Just following a promise I made Ignati. Besides, we haven't gone camping in a long time.”
Ignati was silent, and accepting silence, he knew that there was no talking him out of what he was about to do, as Varin reached his hand into the tinder and snapped his fingers. A flick of spark sprung forth and ignited a small flame as he slowly fed it more wood to build up its puny size. It didn’t take long before his efforts paid off, he had a full sized campfire going.
After waiting a bit he reached into his bag pulling out old parchment, and a piece of coal from the fire and began drawing in the firelight under the beautiful massive scape of stars. He would do this activity for hours in this exact same spot, etching, shading, tracing and finally details. He took his coal covered blackened hands and inspected each drawing to make sure it was to his liking. Once he decided it was good enough he placed a light layer of slightly flammable powder over the etchings and ignited them, forever searing the images into the pages, a commitment. His watch began to give a light chime at the stroke of the next day and he looked up to the stars and smiled.
Reaching back into his bag he pulled out the bottle of wine he swiped from the concert and a glass followed by three pastries he baked himself in secrecy.
“I’m ready, Ignati.”
Silently the smoke danced over the flames and began to coalesce into the form of two beings. Both females, one adult and the other still a child. Varin choked a breath for a second trying to gain his composure as he looked at the silhouettes. As he gazed at them they stepped forth towards him and sat on either side of him. Varin took a shaky breath.
“H..happy birthday Nier and mom…I told you I wouldn’t forget this year.”
He uncorked the bottle of wine and slowly poured it into the glass placing it in front of the older apparition.
“I’m sorry mom, it's nothing fancy and the pastries might be cold and dry, but I tried my best."
Varin paused for a second to compose himself.
“I always…try my best.”
He sighed softly to himself and looked at the stars.
“You would have loved it here, Nier. The challenge of just trying to grow your own garden out in these sands, you would struggle…but at least you would smile while doing it. Your passion never angered you, you were always….you were always so good at finding the right things to say to…”
He chuckled to himself. “Get on my nerves…but then you always knew what to say to bring a real true smile to my face. It's a gift I wish I had.”
He reached over to the parchment beside him and laid them out revealing detailed images of all four of what he would call his friends.
“I met some people; some people I've come to deeply care about. I honestly don't know where I would be right now without any of them.”
One by one he would pick up the drawings to show them.
“This is Lysander, my roommate and co-apprentice. I haven’t yet drawn my master yet but I know you’d like her mom.”
He looked at the figure.
“This is Haro, sorry, Captain Haro. He’s quite a character. A very gifted mechanic and one hell of a pilot. Here we have Naamino, Naami for short. He’s a bit rough around the edges but I see a lot of myself in him. I don't know if that would be a good or bad thing.”
Varin choked a laugh out of his throat as he composed himself again. He grabbed the last drawing.
“This one is Leshanna, an extremely gifted student. I no doubt believe she is destined for amazing things, great things….They all are.”
He quietly put the pictures down.
“I…I really miss you both…I keep thinking, and dwelling on all of it. I think you and dad had the wrong child. If I was truly of your blood, your name, I would have successfully defended our home. It's my fault we lost everything…But I will get it back. I will earn your name and your blood back…I promise.”
Varin looked back up at the sky admiring its beauty as the fire slowly burned into a maroon color. The color of House Mortifer, a banner stained with blood and branded with coal. In the flames he could see his home, its lush forests, vast mountains and plains and its oceans.
“Yeah ... .I miss it too….”
The figures each wrap their arms around Varin’s shoulders in an embrace as they begin to slowly dissipate leaving ashen hand prints on his dark jacket. Varin sniffed as his eyes began to burn.
“I’ll take it back…I promise…”
Varin spoke quietly as the night began to take hold of him by the warm fire.
“Or I’ll die trying my best….I always try my best…”
Where: Dreshdae
Varin took a deep breath as he began to leave the premises, the concert had come to its end and the boom and bustling of folk had begun to die down. Varin sat in his speeder for a moment looking at the dim stars, semi blotted out by the light pollution of the city. He scoffed slightly looking around at the city. To him it was all filthy, and smelt of rotting garbage. Nothing like…..home. He started the speeder back up and adjusted his new jacket, a memento of the time he had earlier and the friends he enjoyed it with along the way. The cold wind nipped at his face as he pulled out of his parking space and made his way back to Vardin.
Location: Somewhere between Dreshdae and Vardin
The desert's cold grasp gripped Varin’s brow as he slowed his speeder to a stop, cutting the engine off. It was dark, much darker here than it was in the city. Varin opened up the side compartment of his speeder where he stored some old dead wood and his bag.
Hopping out of his speeder he set up the wood in a cone shape with a small bit of tinder beneath.
Are you sure you want to do this now boy? You may not be ready for it.
“I owe it to them. Just following a promise I made Ignati. Besides, we haven't gone camping in a long time.”
Ignati was silent, and accepting silence, he knew that there was no talking him out of what he was about to do, as Varin reached his hand into the tinder and snapped his fingers. A flick of spark sprung forth and ignited a small flame as he slowly fed it more wood to build up its puny size. It didn’t take long before his efforts paid off, he had a full sized campfire going.
After waiting a bit he reached into his bag pulling out old parchment, and a piece of coal from the fire and began drawing in the firelight under the beautiful massive scape of stars. He would do this activity for hours in this exact same spot, etching, shading, tracing and finally details. He took his coal covered blackened hands and inspected each drawing to make sure it was to his liking. Once he decided it was good enough he placed a light layer of slightly flammable powder over the etchings and ignited them, forever searing the images into the pages, a commitment. His watch began to give a light chime at the stroke of the next day and he looked up to the stars and smiled.
Reaching back into his bag he pulled out the bottle of wine he swiped from the concert and a glass followed by three pastries he baked himself in secrecy.
“I’m ready, Ignati.”
Silently the smoke danced over the flames and began to coalesce into the form of two beings. Both females, one adult and the other still a child. Varin choked a breath for a second trying to gain his composure as he looked at the silhouettes. As he gazed at them they stepped forth towards him and sat on either side of him. Varin took a shaky breath.
“H..happy birthday Nier and mom…I told you I wouldn’t forget this year.”
He uncorked the bottle of wine and slowly poured it into the glass placing it in front of the older apparition.
“I’m sorry mom, it's nothing fancy and the pastries might be cold and dry, but I tried my best."
Varin paused for a second to compose himself.
“I always…try my best.”
He sighed softly to himself and looked at the stars.
“You would have loved it here, Nier. The challenge of just trying to grow your own garden out in these sands, you would struggle…but at least you would smile while doing it. Your passion never angered you, you were always….you were always so good at finding the right things to say to…”
He chuckled to himself. “Get on my nerves…but then you always knew what to say to bring a real true smile to my face. It's a gift I wish I had.”
He reached over to the parchment beside him and laid them out revealing detailed images of all four of what he would call his friends.
“I met some people; some people I've come to deeply care about. I honestly don't know where I would be right now without any of them.”
One by one he would pick up the drawings to show them.
“This is Lysander, my roommate and co-apprentice. I haven’t yet drawn my master yet but I know you’d like her mom.”
He looked at the figure.
“This is Haro, sorry, Captain Haro. He’s quite a character. A very gifted mechanic and one hell of a pilot. Here we have Naamino, Naami for short. He’s a bit rough around the edges but I see a lot of myself in him. I don't know if that would be a good or bad thing.”
Varin choked a laugh out of his throat as he composed himself again. He grabbed the last drawing.
“This one is Leshanna, an extremely gifted student. I no doubt believe she is destined for amazing things, great things….They all are.”
He quietly put the pictures down.
“I…I really miss you both…I keep thinking, and dwelling on all of it. I think you and dad had the wrong child. If I was truly of your blood, your name, I would have successfully defended our home. It's my fault we lost everything…But I will get it back. I will earn your name and your blood back…I promise.”
Varin looked back up at the sky admiring its beauty as the fire slowly burned into a maroon color. The color of House Mortifer, a banner stained with blood and branded with coal. In the flames he could see his home, its lush forests, vast mountains and plains and its oceans.
“Yeah ... .I miss it too….”
The figures each wrap their arms around Varin’s shoulders in an embrace as they begin to slowly dissipate leaving ashen hand prints on his dark jacket. Varin sniffed as his eyes began to burn.
“I’ll take it back…I promise…”
Varin spoke quietly as the night began to take hold of him by the warm fire.
“Or I’ll die trying my best….I always try my best…”
