Celebration of The Navigator

Jancis · May 29, 2015

[align=center]It was a slightly cloudy day in Limsa, just enough to save the pilgrims from the beating of an overly bright sun against its white walkways. The breeze was warm and full of salty air, bells from the docks rung in the distance. Overall though there was an air of happiness and positivity. Pilgrims gathered near the Aftcastle, greeting and meeting old friends, beckoning new ones in.

Jancis Milburga rings a hand bell.

"Not my hat... Ah! We're starting!" "Got back just in time, it seems." "A-ah, we're startin'..." "Come along, you two!"

"Thank you all for coming! From far and wide you have come to here to gather together, friend and ally by your sides, to celebrate this moon of the Navigator."

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[align=center]"Though the waters have not always been kind, we ride them out. Many we carry on our backs here. Many in our hearts. This day does not come freely for any of us."

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[align=center]"With guidance from within, guidance from our friends, we made it here today. We celebrate that along side Llymlaen, who helps push away fog from our horizons and let us see the paths we wish to take, whose waters give us means to sail."

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[align=center]"So let us continue, hearts open and high. Think as we walk of all those who helped you get to this point. They are with us now!"

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"I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination."

"The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions."

"Efforts and courage are not enough without purpose and direction."

"The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea."

"There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures."

"We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds."

Arriving at the Anchor Yard, the the pilgrims gather around the bird statue, the marble fresh and clean so its engraving shone, Borne on high by wind divine, in the halls of the Twelve be heard. Jancis beckons everyone as a lute player comes over towards the side of the statue, tuning and then starting a calm energic tune. [/align]

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"Llymlaen is the Matron of Limsa because all who have come to these shores, they did so with goals and dreams in mind. We all fight and are steadfast. Let us celebrate that now this day!"

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Jancis · May 30, 2015

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Nathan Telluride comes up and greets the gathering, "Good day, alll, and welcome! We're going to begin with a duet that gives honor to both Llymlaen and Limsa Lominsa herself!"

"This ballad commemorates a story told by Limsan sailors, and how Pharos Polaris came to be lit each night as it is!"

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♪ While legends abound about old Limsa town, there is one that maintains a long mystery, when the Twelve lent their power for one shining hour to a woman lost almost to history. ♪[/align]

[align=center]Lottie Forsaidh's voice joins effortlessly, lifting in alto as the words fall from her lips as a small staff is held lightly in her left palm.[/align]

[align=center]♪ She sailed the great mains on the "Gift of Llymlaen," when the fish-backs were stalkin' the channels. 'Twas a ship of the line, high-masted and fine, and its tale is a page for the annals. ♪

♪ Dressed all in grey did she spend every day, this weather-witch of the Rain People, with a weather-vane staff and melodious laugh, and a hat pointed sharp as a steeple. ♪[/align]

[align=center]♪ The ship was inbound back to old Limsa town, with a cargo of hope and provisions, when a gale started risin' upon the horizon, like a prophecy come into vision. ♪

♪ The white on the waves spoke of watery graves when a breaker splashed over the railing. The witch felt the dread as an ache in her head and a pang feared by all who go sailing.♪

♪ A long silhouette calling out for blood debt sprang into her mind's eye from the aether. The Sahagin's pride, on the waves it did ride toward the "Gift of Llymlaen" to defeat her. ♪

♪ The crew was aghast as the winds strained the mast, and the waves rose like walls to capsize them. Up came the scaled head, and its eldritch voice said, "Give your lives up to me if you prize them!" ♪

♪ The captain kneeled down, and by temper was bound,and the terror gripped each sailor's brain. But the woman in gray, stepped forward to say, "Begone, In the name of Llymlaen!" ♪

♪ She lifted her hands, to rebuff the demands of the horrible maritime demon. The witch gave a wail when Leviathan's tail swept the Captain into the brine, screamin'. ♪[/align]

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[align=center]♪ With tears in their eyes, the crew readied to die and thought of those to whom they were nearest. "With a primal at hand, why do the Twelve abandon their people, when need is its clearest?" ♪

♪ The witch's eyes shut; like a knife to the gut were the words that her crew-mates were crying. But they opened up wide, and she drew from inside one last hope to keep them all from dying. ♪[/align]

[align=center]Lottie clapped her staff to the deck, and called up to her beck aether born up of grim desperation. In a voice not her own, was her challenge thus thrown: "Leviathan, fall to damnation!" ♪

♪ As the serpent attacked, the sky tore with a crack that Leviathan felt with a loathing. O'er the grey lady's form, rose aglow in the storm a woman in fisherfolk's clothing, ♪[/align]

[align=center]♪ Who aloft in the gloom raised a mighty harpoon, casting sparks that brought fire from rain, and broke the wyrm's dread with a blow to its head and a shout: "Heed the Gift of Llymlaen!" ♪

♪ The beast fell to thrashing, and its tail ceased its lashing and sunk, as the waves were recedin'. The crew gave a cheer, and abandoned their fear for Leviathan was soundly beaten. ♪[/align]

[align=center]♪ The spell faded away, and the woman in grey collapsed to the deck with a shudder; the crew gathered 'round, but her heart made no sound, and of breath, she would ne'er take another. ♪

♪ Songs are still sung, and the bells are still rung, in the spires of old Limsa town, for the woman in grey, and her spirit, they say, in Pharos Polaris are found.

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[align=center]♪ As the world turns, you may still hear concerns that Twelve give us naught but disdain, but at each placid dawn, do the sailors dream on and remember the "Gift of Llymlaen." ♪[/align]

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"Thank you all, and enjoy the rest of our event!" Nathan called out as the tune faded out into the sea beyond.

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Jancis · May 31, 2015

[align=center]"I shall willingly hand over the post to Tausenadel. He has a grand story to share with us all!"

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"Ahoy, ye lot. S'good to be here 'gain, in front o' all o' ye. Thank ye, Jancis, for settin' this up. It's a right honor to be standin' here, speakin' o' Llymlaen."

"I've prayed to Her all me life. When the seas were smooth as glass but we had cargo spoilin' or when we were hopin' to hide in some mist, only to have the sun come blazin' from behind a cloud, we knew She was teachin' us a lesson. That the Course doesn't always go where ye please it, but that doesn't mean She ain't still at the wheel."

"Ye don't always know where yer goin' to end up. Who ye'll meet on a cloudy day on a hill. How they'll change yer life. How they'll leave ye too soon. Ye don't know how ye'll carry on but the Course doesn't care for yer excuses. Yer on Her schedule. Not yers. Anyroad, I got a story for ye all on that subject. I was thinkin' o' singin' a shanty but most o' the'uns I know are 'bout beddin' lasses so...ahem. Here we go."

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Many cycles ago, long a'fore Eorzea had come to know such a menagerie as stand a'fore me now, there were great migrations. I'd heard o' the miqo'te tribes comin' ov'r durin' an age when the seas had froze an' ye could stomp yer 'way 'cross from where ev'r ye hailed.

The lad who told me, git named O'larth, was the worst cheat at Liar's Dice I'd ev'r seen, so I took it with a grain o' salt. But he told me o' his clan's origin. Their trail to what became their home. An' how sometimes, ye jus' lose sight o' what's 'round ye when ye've a goal on yer mind.

The lead'r o' the miqo'te tribe gave an ear to a young fath'r who had the daft idea o' crossin' the newly iced sea, to scout out an' see what was on the farth'r side. He wanted to take his family, to hunt undiscov'red beasts and spread the tribe. The lead'r consid'red this an' aft'r a few suns' thought, gave the fath'r leave to gath'r a cart, supplies an' his kin. He would leave in the mornin'.

The ice part is borin', or at least that's what the lad on me ship said. It picks up, days lat'r, as the family arrives on the shores o' Eorzea, Thanalan to be exact. Diggin' his toes into the cold sand, the fath'r led the cart up onto land an' they all rushed eag'rly up the nearest tall hill to have a look 'round. They were not disappointed.

The land 'round them was sandy, aye, but green on the edges. Packs o' critt'rs wand'red to an fro, open for huntin'. As the sun began to set, the fath'r spied a shimm'r in the distance. A lake, reflectin' the sun! He declared that their goal an' they set off in the mornin' with chests puffed full with bravado.

The cart was ill equipped for des'rt travel, so it took a bit long'r to get rollin' than they would o' liked. Progress was slow but their home was only a few days o' travel. Some o' the critt'rs were easy to hunt an' tasty, too. But as the days went on, the tasty'uns were hard'r to find. Only large ants an' oth'r foul beasts roamed the side o' their trail.

'un o' his daught'rs pointed out a glade off the course they were settin', headin' north to what looked like trees. But the fath'r only had ears for that lake. He knew it in his bones he'd find home there. They passed a beach'un day, the wat'r unfrozen an' fish swimmin' 'bout. His son meekly asked to settle here. It had been suns long'r than they'd thought it would have taken. The fath'r pressed on.

In this new land, sickness was fearful and his son took to some strange illness. They placed him in the cart but the fath'r said 'We've traveled too far to stop now. It's jus' a few days more!" A few days passed an' the seemed no clos'r. His son passed layin' in the cart, they buried him in the sand. The fath'r barely stopped to mourn him.

'un o' his daught'rs again appealed to him, askin' to stop in a valley they were trekkin' through. Here he falt'red...until they crested the hill an' he saw his lake a'fore them. His glee was temp'red by the sight o' the ground 'round the lake. Jagged rocks, no soil an' the wat'r itself muddy an' useless. A bog, not a lake. He had passed so many homes, so many futures for what? Turnin' the cart 'round, they made their way back to the beach his departed son had wanted.

Here they settled. The fath'r sent his quickest daught'r back to the tribe, to tell them they were safe. They drew a map, naming the path they'd taken aft'r his son. O'regon's Trail. With this, p'rhaps the tribe could join them. They had found home, but only aft'r learnin' the destination ain't the most import'nt part o' a journey.

Llymlaen may not o' been their God. Hells, they might not o' had names for the Twelve then. But She was still watchin' ov'r them. Still layin' their Course. She showed them places to settle, homes they could o' had but the fath'r kept passin' by, thinkin' he knew what he was doin'. He should o' let Llymlaen take the wheel an' he paid with his son. They learned lat'r the sickness was called dysentery. Not sure why I told ye that.[/align]

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"Anyroad. Thank ye for havin' me. Praise the Course an' may ye all have smooth sailin'."

"Is a true story, Tausen?"

"As true as I can confirm! But that lad was a bastard so...eh!"[/align]

Jancis · June 2, 2015

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[align=center]Ciel Sauveterre smiles, "But of course, Lady Jancis."

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"Welcome once again, my friends. And how about this lovely ocean view, hmm? Llymlaen, Herself, has blessed this day with her grace." She settles her hold on her harp, fingers lifting to the strings. "I come with a song in Her honor, and for the guidance she brings to those at sail."

“♪ Late at night on the ocean~ ♪“

“♪ Her presence felt in times of need. ♪“

“♪ When dangers arise just close your eyes~ ♪“

“♪ She comes to you in dreams. ♪“

“♪ She sings and the waters glimmer~ ♪“

“♪ She sighs and your sails catch wind. ♪“

“♪ Steady on your course… give in to the force~ ♪“

“♪ A journey of wonder and bliss~ ♪“

“♪ Behold the goddess of the sea mist. ♪“

“♪ Stars will shine ever brighter~ ♪“

“♪ Moonbeams now dance in the mist. ♪“

“♪ A soft jasmine wind brushes your skin~ ♪“

“♪ Her caress… her lover's kiss. ♪“

“♪ She sings and the waters glimmer~ ♪“

“♪ She sighs and your sails catch wind. ♪“

“♪ Steady on your course… give in to the force~ ♪“

“♪ A journey of wonder and bliss~ ♪“

“♪ Behold the goddess of the sea mist. ♪“

Ciel plays nothing but melody for several more moments to lead out of the song, and repeats.

“♪ She sings and the waters glimmer~ ♪“

“♪ She sighs and your sails catch wind. ♪“

“♪ Steady on your course… give in to the force~ ♪“

“♪ A journey of wonder and bliss~ ♪“

“♪ Behold the goddess of the sea mist. ♪“

Ciel plays a few slower, quieter notes, and then stills the harp.

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Jancis · June 4, 2015

[align=center]"Now, I am honored to introduce Lady Mirke. She has come to us with a story and more insight of our dear Navigator. Lady, the stage is yours."[/align]

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Sounsyy Mirke makes her way out of the crowd to the front of the statue. She gives a soft prayer to the seagull and turns to bow to Jancis. Turning, she takes a step forward and bows before the gathered crowd.

"Greetings, followers of the Navigator. I am Storm Captain Mirke of the Maelstrom's 3rd Squadron."

"On behalf of the Thalassocracy of Limsa Lominsa, I welcome yeh to our shores, and hope yeh partake in the celebration of Llymlaen's continued benevolence to our waters."

"To our maritime people, She has gone by many names. Llymlaen, Navigator, Fisherwoman, Goddess of the Wind and Waves, Daughter of Time, Mother of Thalaos and Perykos."

"And there are as many stories of her glory that any Lominsan-born could tell yeh."

"In Limsa Lominsa, worshipers of Llymlaen venture upon a yearly pilgrimage, much like this one, beyond the city's Zephyr Gate to the twelve sacred sites of Llymlaen's Ascent."

"Each of these sites represents but a chapter of Her tale. And at each site, followers speak words of Her deeds. I would continue with this tradition."

"So often we speak of the Navigator's fury, Her power, Her glory for She like the Five Seas is both beautiful and terrible. It is why we mariners answer Her call..."

"...Fer we wish to be forged into Her image, beautiful and terrible! But I would speak of Llymlaen's mercy and Her love for life."

"The tale I find most pertinent today is one that begins seven-hundred years ago. There once existed a great navy, a veritable kingdom upon the seas."

"They believed that nothing was mightier than they. But a rival navy, one which these sailors of eld had never encountered, sought to remind them of their hubris."

"To remind them that the only true ruler of the Seas was the Great Navigator Herself. And as that once great navy began to fall, they fled and were chased into a storm."

"Their longship, the Galadion, fell victim to the Navigator's fury and all was thought lost!"

"But Llymlaen, even in the tempest of her wrath, spared the lives aboard this vessel. In a moment of clarity, the crew found their bearing through the storm."

"Though they were dashed upon the rocks and left fer dead, the Goddess had spared them and at once also reminded them of what their nation had forgotten."

"The lesson that our lives and fortunes are borrowed, and at any time - new life, new direction, new purpose can be found."

"The Navigator never steers wrong. We mariners follow Her guidance and example. Her fury, Her beauty, Her direction. Just as we place our trust in the Helmsmen of our vessels."

"Seven-hundred years hence, the descendents of that navy found new direction, building a home from the remains of the Galadion, the very ship upon which you all stand now!"

Cyneler Fenrir's eyes grow wide with awe upon seeing Sounsyy Mirke.

"We have grown from humble fishing village to merchant cove to pirate den to rise again as the foremost naval power in the world. Take to heart this lesson!"

"A life can always be transformed anew. Steel from bridges can be remade to craft navies. Pirates can become plowmen. Penniless merchants catch riches from the Sea's bounty."

"Llymlaen's legacy is one of rebirth, redirection, and restored faith. From the legends of Thalaos and Perykos, to the tale of the flattened flounder."

Sounsyy Mirke: "Be inspired by this example as we continue to give praise and offer song to the Navigator."

"Like it is writ upon the statue which graces the Anchor Yard behind me, 'Borne on high by wind divine, in the halls of the Twelve be heard'!"

"If yeh wish to stay yer course, or seek new direction, let yer prayers be heard this day. Perhaps yeh were directed 'ere already."

Sounsyy finishes speaking and gives the crowd a Storm Salute. After which she returns to her place and waits for the next speaker in line to begin.

"Thank yeh all, and enjoy the next performance."

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Jancis · June 5, 2015

[align=center]"And now, to sends us off with a song and end our celebration, is Lord Vaughn."[/align]

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Vaughn doesn't make an introduction, instead pulling out his lapharp and starting right into the song, voice, as always, with the slight feminine tone.

♪ Sailing along a path of seemingly chance ♪

♪ The winds back the sails and guide on ♪

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[align=center]♪ Suns burn together, one to the next ♪

♪ The past is lost, but the winds guide on ♪

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[align=center]♪ Paths to riches and rocks line the way ♪

♪ The one familiar path, the winds guide on ♪

♪ But question that which seems at odds ♪

♪ That is the path the winds guide on ♪

♪ The doubting heart will never last ♪

♪ The Navigator guides on ♪

♪ The soul of a sailor ever seeks ♪

♪ The winds at his back ever guide on ♪

♪ He travels far, but the path remains ♪

♪ The discovery the winds guide on ♪

♪ The doubting heart will never last ♪

♪ The Navigator guides on ♪

♪ The path is ever winding ♪

♪ The Navigator guides on ♪

Vaughn gives a short bow before returning to his group while he smiles and shakes his head.

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Jancis · June 9, 2015

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Jancis Milburga motions by the statue, a box filled to the brim with little paper boats. "Pilgrims once again I thank you for coming here."

Jancis Milburga: "As our songs and celebration ends here tonight, pray ask if you wish to take a little paper boat and write on it your dreams, where your goals are leading you, where you want the Navigator to chart your course."

Jancis Milburga bows deeply to everyone. "Another hand for our singers and storytellers! To our guards who keep the peace and let us celebrate without worry! A hand to all of you for coming together this day!"

Laille Vann lets out a cheer.

Jancis Milburga comes over with the box and writing tools. "Please help yourself. Can leave them here in the fountain or drop them to the sea below."

Suiren Waterflower raises a hand. "Um I would love a paper boat please!

Leodaire Beltardois: "Did you have anything to write, dear Captain?"

Jancis Milburga smiles at V'enna, offering him a boat. "Here you are, Lord."

V'enna Nunh picks up one of the little boats tenderly, a sad smile on his face.

V'enna Nunh takes the boat with a sheepish smile. "D-Do we give them back to you afterwards?"

Jancis Milburga: "You can put it in the waters here or throw it over to the sea below."

V'enna Nunh takes out a small quill and writes on it slowly.

V'enna Nunh throws his boat out to sea, a small sigh leaving him.

V'enna Nunh: "One can only hope right?" He mumbled to himself

Chachanji Gegenji: "So... we jus' put our wishes on th' boat, Ms. Jancis?"

Jancis Milburga: "Yes write them upon the sail."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah... akay then."

Chachanji Gegenji nods and takes one of the boats, padding out of the way to write his wish upon it.

Chachanji Gegenji fiddles with the writing implement for a bit, trying to figure out exactly what to put down. He hems and haws before finally putting his dream to the sail: "Let me grow up to be someone who can protect people and make them happy."

Chachanji Gegenji taps the other end of the quill against his lip before quickly adding, in small text underneath: "And let me find my brother, if you could."

Chachanji Gegenji looks the sail over thoughtfully before nodding once and padding to the edge to send his wishes to the sea, and the Navigator besides.

Chachanji Gegenji watches the little boat tumble down to the waters below, idly playing with his cactaur earring as he muses over his last addition.

Laille Vann: "what did you write on your boat"

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah... n-nothin' much...."

Laille Vann: "I bet it was something big"

Barnabaix Haurtfelle stepped towards the box, pulling Temariah along. "Well at least I won't be sinkin' with this one."

Temariah Dawnsong came along easily, her right arm still wrapped around his left. "Sure, love. Whatever you say."

Barnabaix Haurtfelle reached into the box, pulling out two small paper boats before offering one towards Temariah, along with one of the writing utensils.

Temariah Dawnsong took the boat and the pen, eyeing the tool suspiciously. "Better that we're going to sink them, I think."

Barnabaix Haurtfelle chuckled softly before tending to his own paper boat. "Fair enough."

Temariah Dawnsong gripped the pen awkwardly in hand and scribbled nearly incoherent letters on her paper. When she was done, she held the tiny boat in her hands for a moment, then stepped to the edge and unceremoniously dropped the thing down.

Barnabaix Haurtfelle kneels down near the edge, dropping it down into the water below before standing once again. "There we go."

Barnabaix Haurtfelle stepped back off the edge and looked to Temariah, offering his right hand towards her.

Temariah Dawnsong takes his hand, offering a small smile up at him. "The view is prettier with fewer people."

Auron Savaris pauses for a moment and simply shakes his head before turning to walk away silently.

Sayani Ushiyama pricks his finger and presses it against the paper boat forming a heart shape.

Locke Fairwind: "You lot gonna get a paper boat too?"

Cliodhna Eoghan Glances to Sounsyy. "You going to get a paper boat?"

Sounsyy Mirke: "Perhaps, once the crowd has died down a bit. I do not know what I would write upon it, perhaps nothing."

Cliodhna Eoghan Snorts a small laugh. "But I thought the point was to write a hope and let it sink? Might not want that to happen with a real ship..."

Sounsyy Mirke shrugs at Nathan. "My loss I guess," she says and looks at Clio, "I think a blank boat would be rather poetic mehself. Free to go wherever it may land. I cannot fer the life of me think of some hope, 'cept maybe a room full of Ala Mhigan Fire Whiskey..."

Cliodhna Eoghan: Well not a room but I do have a nice stash I keep safe...Hmmm blank...I guess that could be doable but wouldn't it defeat the purpose of releasing it?

Sounsyy Mirke: "Your services to the Thalassocracy are greatly appreciated. We always want fer healers to return our soldiers home. To... to that affect, I would ask fer one of the boats. I think I have what I would write upon it. Before I could not decide. Blank, so that a wish could be freely given. Or perhaps something simple."

Jancis Milburga looks at Sounsyy with wide eyes, quickly grabbing up one of the little paper ships. "Whatever you write, She will hear what is there. Even if you leave it blank. Some cover every inch and only a few words really mean what is intended. They just wash away in the waters."

Sounsyy Mirke takes the small paper boat and looks at it intently. For a moment she looks as if she might write something upon it, but in the end, leans forward and places a soft kiss on the paper sail. She moves to the side of the Anchor Yard and blows the boat into the bay.

Sounsyy Mirke: "Fair winds and following seas..."

Cliodhna Eoghan Ponders a moment and decides to pick up a paper boat along with a pencil. Chewing her bottom lip as she debates on what to write...or blank as Sounsyy had mentioned earlier to her. Tilting her head to the side she scrawls out a note in a script she rarely uses. "Ga naar onze wegen kijken als ze verschuiven vanaf kruising een lid van...." Taking the note she then lets the wind pluck it from her fingertips and carry it to the waves below.

Valentinoix Thibault picks up one of the little boats and takes a pen as well.

Valentinoix Thibault: Dost the Navigator accept drawings?

Valentinoix Thibault keeps the paper boat really close to his face, scribbling a picture on it.

Valentinoix Thibault frowns at the poor drawing on the sail. Even he can't tell what it is.

Jancis Milburga smiles up at Valentinoix. "Did you send off your little ship?"

Valentinoix Thibault: Nay, I fear my drawings may not be so clear. Canst thou inscribe upon the sails "Balance?"

Jancis Milburga nods once, holding out her hand for the ship. "Balance. As you like."

Valentinoix Thibault hands the ship and the pen over. The ship has a really poor drawing of something. A scale?

Jancis Milburga finds some empty space, clearly writing balance around the scales. "Keep your best wishes, close to your heart and watch what happens” She smiles up and hands the ship back over.

Valentinoix Thibault takes the ship, looking over the letters. "I shall endeavor to do so. My thanks."

Valentinoix Thibault lets the boat go free and fall into the ocean below, hoping it hits the water. not that he can see it.

Cyneler Fenrir takes one of the boats and writes on it.

Jancis Milburga smiles at Cyneler. "Thank you for coming. Surely Llymlaen will hear what She needs to. The rest will be on you."

Cyneler Fenrir Writes down please I need to find my purpose in Ul'dah

Memeli Meli scribbles on the cutest paper boat she could find. (There wasn't any difference in it...) "Hrm hrm! May I be the greatest hero of my many past lives, and save Eorzea from peril over and over again!" Waddling over, she goes to let it roam the sea, sending it sailing over the edge.

Suiren Waterflower takes the boat and writes a message on it. "My goal in life is to adventure and explore the world, and to meet new friends! I wish to be a mermaid and explore the seas and oceans of Hydaelyn! Navigator-sama! Chart my course please! -Suiren Waterflower" She giggles as she puts the boat in the fountain.

Laille Vann writes on her boat "I wish to be able to smack Otto everyday until forever." And throws it over the edge.

Kuro Turoko carefully takes a small paper boat before scribbling down "I really want to be strong, so I can look after my friends, thank you navigator." before casting it down into the sea.

Asmodean Gaidin smiles as he looked about the crowd. "If only Ul'dah was more like this." He sighed before looking at the box of paper boats. He stride over, taking one in hand, before stepping away from the crowd to write.

Asmodean Gaidin took his time, writing an odd rune-like script , every stroke of ink taken with care and thought. The man shook his head for a moment before returning it.

Jancis Milburga smiles at Carina, "A boat for you, Lady?"

Carina Lir accepts the boat with a shy smile. "Yes, indeed. I have a message I want to carried over the seas."

Jancis Milburga smiles, "Of course. Have many as you like. Any waters shall surely carry them where the must needs go. In fair winds."

Carina Lir looks at the small paper thing, smiling. She then writes a little something onto the sails, nodding to Lady Jancis, before going to the edge of the plateau and letting it sail down into the sea.

Locke Fairwind: "Silly Milly." He said with a smile. "Don't suppose you have another boat for me too?" He eyed the one she held out to him, taking it with a nod. "Aye, thanks."

Jancis Milburga blinks at the nickname, fumbling for another boat. "Yes. Yes of course. As many as you like."

Locke Fairwind gave her a nod as he walked past, retrieving a small writing utensil from his back pocket while scribbling something onto the side of his paper boat.

Locke Fairwind: "Thanks Jan, I'll see ya around."

Jancis Milburga: "Be well, Locke. Travel safe and my best to your kin."

Locke Fairwind: "Aye, likewise. Don't be a stranger now, ya hear?"

Jancis Milburga smiles up at Vaughn and offers him a little paper boat. "Did you get one already?"

Otto Vann: "I should toss a boat over the rail before leaving"

Otto Vann bends down, quickly writing on his boat that sits on his thigh "Help me honor those who honor me with recognition and prestige."

Kestlona Guhtgeiswyn picks up one of the paper boats and search for a quill and ink in her bag.

Kestlona Guhtgeiswyn writes a wish on the boat. A wish for the Navigator to guide her teacher, Alex onward to his finally return with his will to fight as she remember him. Once she was done, she release the boat, watching it join the others. "Come on, Alex. Let's go say hi, to Jancis."

J'azhar Tia slinks over, glancing around for the little paper boats which were mentioned earlier.

J'azhar Tia , being a resourceful sort, manages to locate the paper boats all by himself - though he pauses then, turning one over uncertainly in his fingers. Eventually, he sidles over to murmur sheepishly in Jancis' ear.

Jancis Milburga looks back at J'azhar, her eyes glazing over as she listens. She nods in agreement with a smile.

J'azhar Tia gives her a pleased grin, ducking into an apologetic bow before scooting away to write upon his boat.

J'azhar Tia bends over the boat with a look of distinct concentration, writing out one neat, laborious word on one side, before turning to do the same upon the other. At last, satisfied, he sits back, contemplating the tiny paper craft in his hands before leaning over the wall and releasing it to the wind and the waves.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont wanders over, finding the small, paper boats and retrieving one. He holds it up to the sun, a bit of a smirk on his face, "...an offering, huh? Should have written something on the Coeurl before she went down."

Corelyn Rosefire looks to Aioux, frowning, "Aw. That's... a shame. I'll have to ask after what happened some other time." She reaches over to take one from beside him and just stares at it for some time, "...so, what are we to do with these, then...?"

Cliodhna Eoghan Glances over at Aiouxdaux Beaumont before speaking up. "That's a lovely shirt..."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont: Eh? Thank you very much. You're the second person to compliment it in less than a day.

Cliodhna Eoghan Grins. "It's a very nice color....

Aiouxdaux Beaumont tugs at the fabric, "Hah, the red suits me. Thank you." He's already writing on his little ship, "I keep telling people, if they want some time alone with it, I can take it off and leave." He winks, a grin on his face.

Cliodhna Eoghan: I may not give it back if that happens, think it might suite me.

Corelyn Rosefire looks thoughtful for a moment before procuring a pen from one of the pouches at her waist. She begins scribbling something down in it. As she finishes writing, she shakes her head at him with a chuckle.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont laughs, "Well, in that case I may keep it. I rather like this shirt, I'd hate to walk away and not get it back."

Corelyn Rosefire just shakes her head at Aioux, laughing, "So what do we do with these, then? Just... set them off in the sea...?"

Aiouxdaux Beaumont nods to Corelyn, "That would be my assumption, yes."

Corelyn Rosefire looks back down at the tiny paper boat as she stashes her pen, "Hm. Interesting."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont nods at Cliodhna, "Mm, I will then." He gently tosses the paper boat over the edge, towards the sea, "Ah, good sailing, paper Coeurl. May your voyage end less gruesomely than your namesake's."

Corelyn Rosefire pats Aioux's shoulder, "I am certain it shall be just fine." She does the same with her own.

Jancis Milburga looks apologetically at Valentinoix, reaching into the box for one of the little paper boats. "Pray one more thing before I go."

Valentinoix Thibault: Aye.

Jancis Milburga quietly offers the little ship to Franz. The sail is big and there's a little writing tool with it.

Franz Renatus takes the little ship and holds it in his hand

Jancis Milburga: "If you like, the others wrote their goals and dreams on the ship. Something they wish direction in getting to. They sent them over the edge to the sea for Her to have."

Jancis Milburga adds quietly, "Or you can keep it."

Franz Renatus gave a light smile. "I'll consider it." He truthfully just wanted to keep the little thing as a memento.

Jancis Milburga echoes, smiling, "Is good to see you." She steps forward and rubs his sleeve lightly. "Stay safe, please. I must needs go."

Franz Renatus: "I'll do my best to."

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Jancis · June 9, 2015

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Laille Vann: "Don't let Otto know our secret Jancis!"

Cliodhna Eoghan Raises a brow, mildly curious what Laille meant.

Laille Vann: "Otto tells me your a brave little one"

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh... um... Mr. Otto said that?" He scratches at the back of his neck. "W-well, I jus' wished to be able ta halp people, is all..."

Laille Vann: "Oh. Well I bet if you ask him for help he can make that happen, he seems to be able to help anything. I only wrote on mine I wish to be able to smack him everyday forever, I feel like min wasn't as important as yours now though"

Chachanji Gegenji: "W-why would ya want ta smack 'im that much?"

Laille Vann: "Because his Ego is too big and I want him to live as long as me hopefully"

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, I 'spose that makes sense, then..."

Suiren Waterflower sneaks nearby Chachanji Gegenji, hoping she cannot be seen by him. . .

Suiren Waterflower suddenly hugs Chachanji Gegenji like a doll with a super cute expression. "CUTEEEE!"

Chachanji Gegenji: A-AH!

Laille Vann: "Oh my, is this your wife?"

Chachanji Gegenji panics!

Laille Vann: "She's very pretty

Chachanji Gegenji: "N-no! I dun even know who she is...!"

Laille Vann: "Hit her"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Th-that wouldn't be nice, though..."

Suiren Waterflower hugs Chacanji around like a doll. "OH MY GOD YOU ARE THE CUTEST THING I EVER SAW SO CUTE SO CUTE SO KAWAII {CUTE}!"

Laille Vann: "..."

Laille Vann: "Ill leave you with your woman Ser Chach"

Chachanji Gegenji flails in the crazy lady's grip before somehow managing to slip free. He takes the opportunity to get some distance.

Suiren Waterflower: W-WAIT! So cute. . .

Carina Lir: So many Elezen here....

Laille Vann: "Hello all"

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa squeezes Carina's hand, leaning some more against her

Kage Kiryuu waves in greeting. "Hello! It's a pleasure to meet you."

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa smiles at the Elezen "Hello, lady.. I'm sorry I don't remember your name"

Laille Vann: "Call me Laille Vann! Hi there little one"

Laille Vann: "Otto's best wife"

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa: Lady Laille, Ilwe'ran is the name, you can call me Ilwe

Carina Lir: Might you be speaking of Otto Vann? I think I met him once.

Kage Kiryuu blinks a little slowly before shrugging. He was used to it after all. "Otto... Otto Vann?"

Kage Kiryuu: "Rich fellow?"

Laille Vann: "That's right. Baldie who has catgirls everywhere"

Laille Vann: "I am Otto Vann is my husband."

Kage Kiryuu: "Ah, well ye can call me Kage. I remember 'im having a presence... 'wives'?"

Laille Vann: "Yes, he married a keeper girl too and we are sisters of sorts now it seems."

Laille Vann: "He's a whore"

Laille Vann: "But we love him"

Locke Fairwind pets the fat cat.

Locke Fairwind: "Hmm? Oh, is this little fella yours?"

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa bows to Locke, unsure how to explain now "No it's Kage's.." She smiles and shrugs a bit, after all she spent the whole night to explain "We know each others, I'm Ilwe'ran, just some temporary fantasia accident."

Kage Kiryuu glares at Arturius the fat cat. He hisses, "Arturius! Don't get into other peoples' way!"

Carina Lir: I see... well, if he thinks he is man enough for two women.

Carina Lir smiles cheekily.

Laille Vann: "He's man enough for a whole host of them it seems. I don't know where he finds the energy!"

Kage Kiryuu tilts his head nodding and blinking slowly. He shrugs and comments, "I haven't seen him often lately. I gather he's taking his gil outta Ul'dah before the Syndicate turns on 'im."

Laille Vann: "I have to smack him everyday to make his ego stay manageable"

Locke Fairwind: "Oh? Cute little guy. Well, little might be an understatement there." He raised a brow when he heard the woman's next few words. "Er... Ilwe?" Pausing, Locke took a step back, glancing over Ilwe's newfound figure. It didn't take long for him to break out into a laugh. "Hell, I thought you looked familiar."

Carina Lir nods, tapping her chin with the index finger of her left hand. "When we talked he surely was rather verbose an charming. He probably has no problems with acquiring said women then, right?"

Laille Vann: "He mentioned business woes, which is why he's been in lamas so much and the tree place"

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa sighs softly "Ah yes, I somehow look like my mother.. Fortunately it's only temporary, I'm already missing my mane, size and many other details which seems trivial when you live with them."

Kage Kiryuu ilms around Carina to take note of the Hyur speaking with Ilwe and peers curiously.

Laille Vann: "No, not at all. He brings home girlfriends all the time. He keeps them if me and his other wife approve of them."

Laille Vann: "So far he's got one serious girlfriend it seems"

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa leans her hand on Kage's head, patting it lightly

Carina Lir: I, myself, have only one mate, and don't desire more. Thus I'm rather untypical of my people I fear.

Laille Vann: "Its his doctor, he's a louse"

Locke Fairwind: "It's a good look on ya, nevertheless. Hey, at least it's only temporary. Whole situation's a bit strange, but we live in strange times I suppose." His gaze shifted over to the Lalafell. "Something I can do for ya?"

Laille Vann: "I don't know much about cats I'm sorry "

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa looks at Kage "Here is my friend, Kage, he's the master of that cat you were petting earlier"

Kage Kiryuu shakes his head a bit, "Just looking to see who Ilwe was speaking with. My fat cat seemed to be botherin' you."

Carina Lir: Well, we're fluffy... and not all fat.

Laille Vann: "I just know I love highland men"

Laille Vann: "I don't like my own kinds men, they're too skinny"

Locke Fairwind: "Kage, huh? Name's Locke, it's good to meet ya." He shook his head a bit. "Not at all. I'm quite fond of cats. Take Ilwe here for example." He teased, chuckling softly at his joke.

Kage Kiryuu: "Pleasure to meet you!"

Carina Lir: Oh, I didn't introduce myself, I'm so sorry. I am Carina.

Laille Vann: "Otto says much about Ilwe. He says something about doves often I don't get it"

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa sighs softly as answer, still smiling

Laille Vann: "What happened though? I thought Ilwe was a male friend of his"

Kage Kiryuu: "I'll let you get to it. I saw a friend of mine I'll poke." He nods and walks off.

Locke Fairwind: "Friendly little guy."

Carina Lir: I don't know for sure, but it involved a bottle of Fantasia and a teapot as far as I have been told.

Laille Vann: "Oh my someone drugged him? Will he make it? Do you call the vet?"

Carina Lir: I have been told it should fix itself in time. If not, then someone is in for a world of hurt.

Laille Vann: "It must be hard losing your mans warmth in bed and having them turn to woman"

Locke Fairwind: "Ah, dinner at your place, right? I'd almost forgotten about it. Been swamped with work of my own lately. Thankfully that's died down a bit."

Laille Vann: "I like to sleep with women on occasion, but I cant live without a man"

Carina Lir: Actually, no. I love him for who he is, not for how he looks.

Laille Vann: "Are you ok"

Laille Vann: "It must be hard"

Locke Fairwind: "I should have some more free time these days, so if you ever find a good night for it you know how to contact me."

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa 's ears twitch at Carina's words and she moves even closer to her

Carina Lir wrinkles her forehead, looking up at Laille in confusion. "Sure... why should I not be fine?"

Laille Vann: "The stress of having this happen"

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa: I think it might just be one of those random gathering at the house, I won't forget to contact you.

Laille Vann: "Must be hard"

Locke Fairwind: "Excuse me for now, won't ya? Good seeing you again though, Ilwe."

Laille Vann: "If Otto came home a woman I think the world would end. all his girlfriends would scream"

Locke Fairwind: "That'd be nice too."

Carina Lir: He said the same. I don't understand how it is hard?

Laille Vann: "Well, I can imagine losing your penis is terrible"

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa silently comes closer to Carina and listens what is said

Carina Lir longs for Ilwe'ran's hand as soon as it is in reach again, squeezing it softly.

Laille Vann: "If I lost my chest I wouldn't know what to do"

Carina Lir now blushes hard. "Ehrm... well... eh... probably... why?"

Laille Vann: "Its ok dear I understand"

Laille Vann: "Hopefully his penis comes back soon"

Carina Lir is utterly confused. She looks at Ilwe'ran, then back at Laille. "What....why... help?"

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa blushes hard now, squeezing Carina's hand some more

Laille Vann: "Otto would hate to lose one of his male friends he has so few. I hope you get better"

Carina Lir: I... I don't define my love for him over his reproductive organs, good Lady.

Laille Vann: "He's got too many women around him it seems"

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa moves slightly back Carina, trying to hide her blushing cheek

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa: I.. I'm fine thank you

Laille Vann: "Well, if you are stuck as a woman, make the most of your body. Have Otto make you clothing that helps show off your form."

Laille Vann: "Oh, I know. I think I would love Otto as well if he changed, though I'd miss his powerful body in bed."

Laille Vann: "I'm sure if he were a woman he would still make good clothes for people to buy"

Carina Lir blushes again. The topic of what people do in bed seems to embarrass her a little. "I'm happy you love him then. That's always a plus, right?"

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa moves even closer to Carina, almost leaning against her back now, still hiding, terribly embarrassed

Laille Vann: "My I didn't know bluecats can blush"

Laille Vann: "Are you ok?"

Carina Lir: We can... only it's more like a purple tone then.... as you can clearly see on us now.

Laille Vann: "Don't be shy ladies"

Laille Vann: "Be proud of your wants and yearnings"

Carina Lir: Oh, I am... I just prefer to not discuss them in public.

Laille Vann: "Oh. I see. I'm sorry to have offended"

Carina Lir: I would not call it offended. I'm just a bit embarrassed.

Laille Vann: "You're pretty fret not."

Laille Vann: "I will tell you what"

Laille Vann: "Since I embarrassed you, I will make Otto craft you a dress later for apologies. One for Ilwe as well"

Carina Lir: I don't think I can accept that!... Nothing hurtful has been done. We should not accept something that valuable!

Laille Vann: "Don't worry. He is worth hundreds of millions by now. He can afford it"

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa strokes gently Carina's back and whispers to her "You can accept Carina, Sir Otto is a nice fellow"

Carina Lir looks back at her mate, her face growing softer. "You think so... I don't want to take advantage of anyone..."

Laille Vann: "Otto Vann is a man who is the definition of power. Nothing can take advantage of him"

Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa continues to whisper "I know, but you should accept or her wife might feel guilty."

Laille Vann: "Do not worry"

Carina Lir: Your mind seems set, right? Nothing I will say will make you switch that decision around?

Laille Vann: "You can tell Otto no yourself if you prefer my lady"

Laille Vann: "Though, I fear for anyone trying to do so"

Carina Lir: I think then I would offend him. and that I wouldn't want.

Laille Vann: "Its not an accident the man has wives and women at his beck and calls, as well as half of Uldah"

Carina Lir: He seemed awfully nice, if a little centered on bodily things. Like mating.

Laille Vann: "His personality is overwhelming"

Laille Vann: "And ego sadly"

Carina Lir: That I had first hand experience in. I only talked to him for a few minutes, but that man sure loves himself.

Laille Vann: "He has to. The world of a Monetarist is dangerous. He has to because he must or he would perish"

Laille Vann: "There's more to him than meets the eye"

Carina Lir: I am sure of that. Ilwe'ran would not call him friend otherwise.

Kage Kiryuu sidles back up to Ilwe and Carina, watching them.

Laille Vann: "Forgive me ladies and Ser Kage"

Laille Vann: "I must depart and head home to tend to it"

Kage Kiryuu: "Take care, Lady Laille!"

Carina Lir: Safe ways then, Lady Laille, and may the wind in your back never be your own.

Laille Vann: "I will let him know of his new duties"

Jancis Milburga: "Otto! You came! Nor rain nor wind kept you away."

Otto Vann: "Sorry I'm late, my uh stuff kept me busy"

Suiren Waterflower shows fear in front of Otto. "A man. . .wearing pink????"

Otto Vann: "But I figured I should at least show and owe you that much respect"

Otto Vann: "Of course men like me wear pink"

Otto Vann: "Look at this FORM"

Suiren Waterflower: W-w-what?! U-u-u-hhh

Otto Vann: "I don't want to crowd the Lady Milburga"

Suiren Waterflower: Jan-san, do all men in Eorzea wear pink?!

Jancis Milburga gives Solis a confused look.

Suiren Waterflower: That man just wore pink. . .the men from my tribe back home never wore such colors!

Jancis Milburga: "Is it a color of disgrace where you are from? It is a shade of red. Many believe red holds strength and speed."

Suiren Waterflower: Ah. . .my men do wear red. . .but not that kind of red though! I don't know I still need to know more Eorzea's customs. . .

Suiren Waterflower: Arigatou. {Thank you}

Otto Vann: "Captain Mirke. Clio."

Sounsyy Mirke: "My calligraphy is... not the best. I feel as if I would've wasted- Oh! Ser Otto yeh managed to attend?"

Otto Vann: "Yes I wear my sunglasses at night it seems"

Cliodhna Eoghan: Otto, So when are you two planning the wedding? I heard you propose to Sounsyy last night.

Otto Vann: "Oh did I?"

Otto Vann: "Ah yes I did"

Otto Vann: "Well I leave it in the Captains capable hands"

Otto Vann: "She's a strong woman"

Cliodhna Eoghan: You did....Then asked if you had to change your last name after the wedding

Otto Vann: "Did I ask that? Now I think your messing with me. I don't know if my wives would appreciate another name change"

Cliodhna Eoghan: You did, I promise

Sounsyy Mirke: "I am married to my work Otto, but I can always make time fer yeh. Though the name change might settle my decision."

Otto Vann: "I'm not sure..."

Otto Vann: "The Vann name carries extreme prestige in business. Getting rid of it..."

Otto Vann: "Before I forget, I have ideas for the suit"

Sounsyy Mirke: "I could not ask yeh to part with it. If nothin' else but fer yer wives' sakes."

Cliodhna Eoghan: Oh?

Cliodhna Eoghan Perks up

Otto Vann: "Well lets work on catching up over dinner first before we get all serious about marriage."

Otto Vann: "Yes, many ideas about astral aether"

Otto Vann: "Needs more than ideas, we have to make it work"

Cliodhna Eoghan Nods. "May need to get Nako'li on this as well...He knows more about astral aether than I do, I think..."

Otto Vann: "Nako is someone I do business with on occasion. He carries my signet ring as well for ease of access in Ul'Dah. I'm sure he has answers"

Cliodhna Eoghan: He'll have some sort of idea, that's what I'm hoping at least.

Otto Vann: "Ladies you will have to forgive me. as much as I would love to flirt business is calling me"

Otto Vann bows.

Otto Vann: "Mirke, my friend, stay safe."

Cliodhna Eoghan: Just call me later Otto and I'll see what we can do

Otto Vann: "You as well Clio"

Sounsyy Mirke: "Same to yeh Ser Otto."

Otto Vann: "Lady Jancis, forgive my swift departure."

Otto Vann: "You as well Lady I'm sure we've met before"

Carina Lir: Oh, we have, and thanks to your wife, we will again.

Jancis Milburga: "Not to worry, Otto. Many are happy to see you here."

Otto Vann: "My wife?....I see."

Otto Vann: "I'm sure its something manageable. Which one was it the Miqo or Elezen?"

Carina Lir: Oh, it was nothing, really, but she insisted. It was Lady Laille I spoke with.

Otto Vann: "Laille? Mmm I see. The trouble-maker"

Otto Vann: "Well, send me a letter with whatever was discussed I'm sure I can fit her insistences in."

Carina Lir: I don't want to hold. You said you were in a hurry. So fly, good Ser.

Jancis · June 12, 2015

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Naval Hymn

O Navigator, strong to save,

Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,

Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep

Its own appointed limits keep;

Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,

For those in peril on the sea!

O Llymlaen! Whose voice the waters heard

And hushed their raging at Thy word,

Who walkedst on the foaming deep,

And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;

Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,

For those in peril on the sea!

O Wind! Who didst brood

Upon the chaos dark and rude,

And bid its angry tumult cease,

And give, for wild confusion, peace;

Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,

For those in peril on the sea!

O Child of Knowledge and Insight!

Our brethren shield in danger’s hour;

From rock and tempest, fire and foe,

Protect them wheresoe'er they go;

Thus evermore shall rise to Thee

Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

If you look very closely at the seagull statue in the anchor yard where Llymlaen’s symbol is carved, there’s this quote written there:

Borne on high by wind divine, in the halls of the Twelve be heard.

Til Sea Swallows All.

Which is a reference to the story of Llymlaen creating life on Hydaelyn. When Hydaelyn was born, out of darkness came light and the world and the Elementals. But nothing else could live upon light alone, so Llymlaen birthed twin serpents, Thalaos and Perykos. From these twin serpents spewed forth the waters of Silvertear, which spread and filled the world with water, aether, and life. But the waters would not stop rising. And so Llymlaen sealed the two serpents in a stone island called Seal Rock. It is said that should Seal Rock ever be found and the serpents released from the isle, nothing will stop the waters rise, and the Sea will swallow all.

“I am the waves that bear, I am the winds that guide.

I am the evening stars, I am the morning sky.

I am born of the sea, and there shall I die.”

Nestled within a shallow cavern situated to the south of Summerford Farms sits an ancient monolith upon which is carved this, the Sailors’ Requiem.

Fair Winds and Following Seas

-A blessing wishing the recipient a safe journey and good fortune.

Setting Sun

Twilight silhouettes.

An evening cigarette, up on deck.

The sun sets - on the far side of the cliff -

While the boat

Dips and lift, dips and lifts.

Golden brown all around legs returning

A golden sun is burning out

Turning down the volume on the sky

Now the whiteness of the day seeps through

Our sand-entrenched shoes and is swallowed

By the vastness of the wine-dark sea.

Our salt-encrusted shoulders have rolled no boulders

To touch the sun at noon

Long afternoons through hazy pastel views

Till the day’s foaming sea breaks

Upon the hilly hooves of Vlybrand’s rocks.

Meanwhile, the spine of a sleeping giant

Lies in a hazy snooze,

Its camel back runs grey to black

Across the flat horizon. Pupils widen

As the semi circle of gold is swallowed whole

The velvet sea rolls gently for Llymlaen.

A Hundred Years Ago

A hundred years is a very long time,

Ho, yes, ho!

A hundred years is a very long time,

A hundred years ago.

They used to think that dodos could fly

Ho, yes, ho!

I don’t believe it, no, not I.

A hundred years ago.

They thought the moon would nev'r fall .

Ho, yes, ho!

You can believe it if you’re dall.

A hundred years ago.

They thought the stars were set a-light,

Ho, yes, ho!

By sweet Menphina every night,

A hundred years ago.

They hung a man for making steam,

They cast his body in the stream.

A hundred years ago.

A hundred years is a very long time,

Ho, yes, ho!

A hundred years is a very long time,

A hundred years ago.

Black Ball

In the Black Ball Line I serv’d my time