The small, lone form made its way out in the Sagoli slowly, trudging ever closer to Byregot’s Spike. The location of a time long ago… the memories taking the breath away from the one whose tears have long since dried from the bloodshot, crusted eyes.
He stood on the dune, watching and seeing nothing. The sun over the horizon not at all blinding the downcast eyes. He collapsed to his knees, dry-heaving as he hadn’t eaten or slept in days. He grabbed his beret, covering his face with it before screaming. His hoarse voice as he’d screamed his throat raw already.
He had moved to another room, unable to watch as they had executed her will. Moving things out of their, no, -his- room. As the items he’d seen her wear and use slowly disappeared as they found their new homes.
With shaky hands, he unsheathed his sword. Pausing, he looked at it before raising it. With an angry growl he flung it with all his might over the dune. He didn’t watch as it flew through the air. He didn’t watch as it buried itself deep into the sands when it landed. He clutched the chain around his neck. Attached to it was the ring he had made before he had found himself a new in Limsa. The one he’d made for -them-.
Bowing his head, he started his trek back towards the Forgotten Springs. Putting the thoughts of that one trip out of his mind, he left the sword in the sands.
He stood on the dune, watching and seeing nothing. The sun over the horizon not at all blinding the downcast eyes. He collapsed to his knees, dry-heaving as he hadn’t eaten or slept in days. He grabbed his beret, covering his face with it before screaming. His hoarse voice as he’d screamed his throat raw already.
He had moved to another room, unable to watch as they had executed her will. Moving things out of their, no, -his- room. As the items he’d seen her wear and use slowly disappeared as they found their new homes.
With shaky hands, he unsheathed his sword. Pausing, he looked at it before raising it. With an angry growl he flung it with all his might over the dune. He didn’t watch as it flew through the air. He didn’t watch as it buried itself deep into the sands when it landed. He clutched the chain around his neck. Attached to it was the ring he had made before he had found himself a new in Limsa. The one he’d made for -them-.
Bowing his head, he started his trek back towards the Forgotten Springs. Putting the thoughts of that one trip out of his mind, he left the sword in the sands.
