ship

One month before the drought...

Eira was in the kitchen cooking. The aroma of fresh bread baking and the scents of sweet refreshing berries wafted from the kitchen. Noise flooded the room as Nimraph jogged up the stairs after Dammon. The boy darted towards Eira and giggled. Poor Nimraph tripped, his arms windmilling before he faceplanted onto the ground.

Eira hastily thrust her bowl on the counter and darted towards Nimraph, "Nim! Nim!"

On the bed, Eira cuddled close to Nimraph. He slept soundly as she buried her head in his chest, clenching his silk evening wear as she smiled. She had never felt so much joy in her life. She pulled her head up, uncurling her hand. On her finger dazzled a wonderful ring with a blue gem. Nimraph had proposed to her. Of course Eira had accepted.

"I would much rather be with you…" he said, holding his breath. He stood behind her, near the entrance of the kitchen. Laboring over the soup pot, Eira froze. She stopped mid stir, completely frozen in the moment. So many questions, doubts, memories, and more lightning struck at her memory in a barrage. She finally straightened up, leaving the heat of the fireplace. She still looked at the pot. A small flint of joy sparked inside, yet…

She worked in the kitchen, preparing blueberry muffins. She had ordered a lot of blueberries recently and had already brewed blueberry ale. As she worked, the teasing questions of her boss, and friend, echoed in her mind.

"Do I sense something more than friendship?"

Due to her Nurnhoth blood, Eira's skin was naturally a deathly pale. Yet, her cheeks noticably had color as she allowed the muffins to cool.

Not long after the boat has set sails towards the sea the storm has reached it. The crew put up the fight against the blizzard but soon, the storm struck harder forcing the boat to miss its right course. But even that was not enough to save it. Soon, the ship of the Lossoth has hit one of the icebergs on the Bay and started to sink. The Forngarmo knew that swimming to the shore will be the worst possible way. She decided to stay aboard and write one last message. She wrote a message but didn't adress it to anyone special.