Aerluinil

Months before in the stone cell of a dungeon, Ryheric saved the last fragment of his decimated spirit by one obsession. The idea that, even if it killed him, he would end the life of Vahiy's puppet overseer, General Efedagon.

Now, he rode beside his nemesis. Both warriors equally cornered into the next mission. Equally despising it, for vastly different reasons.

The most bizarre development to Ryheric was his realisation he wanted Efedagon to live through this. He would even fight and bleed with him to see it so.

Planting time and harvest time brought everyone together.  The farms in Beringbourn were spread out and for most of the year the community spent the majority of their time on their own respective farms, they all came together for harvest and moved from farm to farm.  

It was comical to some, how Ryheric would make food disappear. Uncouth gluttony - now you see it, now you don't.

Some goodbyes felt like they took ongoing tolls. Long after the person was out of sight. Left behind, or gone away on the horizon. Or simply parted ways from. In bad blood, or in the best of circumstances.

Ryheric knew it was more than just a person, or even two people, or three. It was more than fifty.

It was hundreds. What had happened to the people at the Hamlet was a weight for him to carry. The weight went deeper, and further back. Some memories were not yet safe to revisit.

Gold Click here to listen

"Smoke Noise
Flame Severe
Ember Warm
Gold Ashes
   Gone."

The trials of the shards were finally over. She had not had to face the Betrayal Shard after all. Ryheric had decided that Silver would face it in her place. She had not been happy about the idea but she had understood his reasoning. The way he had looked at her spoke volumes, he had tried to kill her and he struggled with what that could mean about who he was. He could have killed Aerluinil.

Dragonfly - Click to Listen

He composes a piece for the first time in a while. It comes to him easy and flowing, to capture the mood of her. Yellow, with thick and deep, distinctive blue kept always around her, like a shield. Composure.

He called the piece "Dragonfly" for the moment around which it was written. The small creature saved from the river, and then untangled from spider webs by Aerluinil who watched it fly free.