[ Caoimhe listened to every bit he said, and took it all into account. She starts to link some thoughts together, finding Gnosis's actions remind her of things Godwyyn himself had said to her long before. She never understood what it means, to rise to power.
For Godwyyn, he had told her: I had nothing better to do, so, I started information gathering. From there, I established a grounds to build an empire and flourished it did.
When she recalls thinking and reflecting on his want for power, was it because he lacked it himself? Or did not like that the world around him, was not moving at the pace he himself wanted?
There were many similarities that Caoimhe thought, unspoken as the sounds of the harp played their music into the air.
After a moment she sings, ]
♫( There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down, o lei o lai o lord O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord He will tear your city down, o lei o lai o lord
There will come a poet Whose weapon is his word He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord
There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy, o lei o lai o lord O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord Smeared with oil like David's boy, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord He will tear your city down, o lei o lai ) ♪
[ She gently lays the song down into its ending, and plays the harmony once again, then says - ]
In this story it was Encidoes the Ruler, you the soldier, and the poet the Saintess or Lady Enya.
[Gnosis sits back and listens, hands folded in his lap and legs crossed at the knee. He's unsurprised to hear her start singing a ballad of a sort, though he's not entirely expecting it to be connected to the tale he just told. He contemplates the melody, affords a smile, and nods.]
How apt. Your prowess over music never fails to impress.
[He means that, genuinely, and that's all the commentary he has to offer. He did indeed become something of Enciodes' soldier during that whole thing. "Let the son of a sinner take the fall," is what he said, just to preserve the man's reputation. Everyone in Kjerag hates the Edelweisses for "what they did", so it was easy enough.
Gnosis thinks for a moment, and then his face falls from its smile, and his head shakes.]
There is one other thing, [he begins,] I once had a friend named Monch. While Enciodes and I were concocting our plan, we didn't tell anyone else, not even his bodyguards, what we were doing. Monch had no idea my departure from Karlan Trade and wrath at Enciodes was all faked, naturally, and I suppose everything we did was taken quite seriously by her.
She must have felt betrayed. I explained everything to her and gave her time to process it, but she was quick to run off into the wilderness, and I haven't seen her since. She left a gift I had given her on the table. ...sometimes, I wish I knew where she was.
[ The melody continues more muted between them but plays all the same. ]
My people... We have a phrase for moments in life like this between links bound by the soul...
The serpents tail ends where its mouth begins.
[ Caoimhe says it first in elvish, then repeats it in the language that is common for them both. ]
It isn't just that endings create beginings, and beginings always have an end. It is also the idea that the cycle of all things ever churns in a circle. You may think it had ended, but what remains connected always is.
I am certain, [ She smiles a bit warmly. ] even if she feels herself wronged and does not wish to see you again. She had given back to you this gift, meaning perhaps one day. You could give it back to her again, when it is, you trust her enough that she is deserving of it. Afterall, I am sure she felt that way when the long tale of your story had happened. She must not have felt deserving of this knife.
[It's all he says, but his shoulders relax, and he looks the least bit comforted. How long has he needed to get that off his chest? Five years? It's been a long time since that day. Running off into the Kjerag wilderness like that, one might question if she's still alive, but Gnosis knows she is. He has no reason to believe otherwise.]
Thank you for speaking with me about this. I haven't told anyone. I had no reason to, I suppose.
[ Caoimhe listens, and she offers the other a smile. The sound of harp filled in for whatever silence lay between them. ] I am happy you shared so much of yourself with me, I will not forget it.
For now, if you want to relax and just be in the moment, you can. Sometimes it takes time to process even the emotions of comfort, or peace, that come upon us after holding so much in for so long.
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For Godwyyn, he had told her: I had nothing better to do, so, I started information gathering. From there, I established a grounds to build an empire and flourished it did.
When she recalls thinking and reflecting on his want for power, was it because he lacked it himself? Or did not like that the world around him, was not moving at the pace he himself wanted?
There were many similarities that Caoimhe thought, unspoken as the sounds of the harp played their music into the air.
After a moment she sings, ]
♫( There will come a soldier
Who carries a mighty sword
He will tear your city down, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
He will tear your city down, o lei o lai o lord
There will come a poet
Whose weapon is his word
He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord
There will come a ruler
Whose brow is laid in thorn
Smeared with oil like David's boy, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
Smeared with oil like David's boy, o lei o lai o lord
O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord
He will tear your city down, o lei o lai ) ♪
[ She gently lays the song down into its ending, and plays the harmony once again, then says - ]
In this story it was Encidoes the Ruler, you the soldier, and the poet the Saintess or Lady Enya.
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How apt. Your prowess over music never fails to impress.
[He means that, genuinely, and that's all the commentary he has to offer. He did indeed become something of Enciodes' soldier during that whole thing. "Let the son of a sinner take the fall," is what he said, just to preserve the man's reputation. Everyone in Kjerag hates the Edelweisses for "what they did", so it was easy enough.
Gnosis thinks for a moment, and then his face falls from its smile, and his head shakes.]
There is one other thing, [he begins,] I once had a friend named Monch. While Enciodes and I were concocting our plan, we didn't tell anyone else, not even his bodyguards, what we were doing. Monch had no idea my departure from Karlan Trade and wrath at Enciodes was all faked, naturally, and I suppose everything we did was taken quite seriously by her.
She must have felt betrayed. I explained everything to her and gave her time to process it, but she was quick to run off into the wilderness, and I haven't seen her since. She left a gift I had given her on the table. ...sometimes, I wish I knew where she was.
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My people... We have a phrase for moments in life like this between links bound by the soul...
The serpents tail ends where its mouth begins.
[ Caoimhe says it first in elvish, then repeats it in the language that is common for them both. ]
It isn't just that endings create beginings, and beginings always have an end. It is also the idea that the cycle of all things ever churns in a circle. You may think it had ended, but what remains connected always is.
I am certain, [ She smiles a bit warmly. ] even if she feels herself wronged and does not wish to see you again. She had given back to you this gift, meaning perhaps one day. You could give it back to her again, when it is, you trust her enough that she is deserving of it. Afterall, I am sure she felt that way when the long tale of your story had happened. She must not have felt deserving of this knife.
[ The elven woman thinks longingly. ]
Or so, that is what I would like to think.
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[It's all he says, but his shoulders relax, and he looks the least bit comforted. How long has he needed to get that off his chest? Five years? It's been a long time since that day. Running off into the Kjerag wilderness like that, one might question if she's still alive, but Gnosis knows she is. He has no reason to believe otherwise.]
Thank you for speaking with me about this. I haven't told anyone. I had no reason to, I suppose.
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For now, if you want to relax and just be in the moment, you can. Sometimes it takes time to process even the emotions of comfort, or peace, that come upon us after holding so much in for so long.