[19:04] Zefa Forger whispers to Basten: Basten... I need to speak about something important...
[19:07] Rising up from his bench, the rhoynish gave off a silent gaze in direction of the two newly weds. And maybe it was simply from what'd just recently occurred prior to his arrival, but.

Something hit in the back of his head, a phrase he heard once before...

The Dayndros name is meant to die.

Or it's what he was told, once upon a time.

Somehow finding himself more irritable than when he came in. The Rhoynish rose from his seat, staving another abrupt outburst from the man.

Somehow, things felt as though they were spiraling out of control by this point.

Turning on his heel, his golden gaze hardened in direction of the crafter. Silently bringing his head to a nod, but taking the lead soon after.
(Basten)
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[19:12] Remaining silent the entire way, leading the lupin along through the temple until finally arriving at his loft. "Wha'..." He spoke, a silence about him that seemed all to engrossed with another problem.

Merely locking the door behind him, the rhoynish tossed off all his clothing with shame and looked to bath himself. Crossing the room, stark with nudity till only the tubs shell acted as a curtain for his legs, whereas his torso remained laxed against the brick walls.

"Consider'in ya claim'in it important... I assume it's sum'thin serious." Rolling his neck in circular motions. So much had happened in a single day.

He was beginning to wonder where he drew the line.
(Basten)
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[19:25] Upon this day, yet so much happened... Resting upon her head lies a crown of orange and golden flowers glimmering with stardust. A lot happened today,, she had learned a lot... That bag of experience is soon growing heavy, she had to leave behind some weights in order to take a decision, that for once... She will fight the tempest, because that one seems endless.

Her usual fatigued glare was different, it was more neutral then truly expressive. The lupin is now in a point where she is lost, those torrent of wind shattering that compass.

"It is very important...", she paused to allow her head to labor a single and light nod. "... I have come with the belief that I could live with a gardener of many flowers... But I cannot... I am a mere mellowed flower amongst the others... I cannot help, but shatter everytime I hear that you love someone else... It merely reminds me that this world is a cold everlasting winter surrounded with lies... What I have to say is... I like you, you have a trait that I admire... You have a capacity to shatter each obstacles in order to achieve... Something that I do not have... It takes everything for me to shatter an obstacles and now I have taken my decision... I will take the child, you may keep it if you desire... But I will leave your name behind... I hope you understand that I perceive each grains falling from that existential hourglass and I know that I cannot allow myself to keep this going..."

Merely speaking those words brought a single tear to bloom, to glow and slide upon her cheek. She was both embarrassed and a bit stressed out that she had made the first step, for once...
(Zefa Forger)
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[19:25] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[19:37] Lingering afloat within the bath waters, the natural heat soaked into his muscles as if staking claim over his worries. Even now as the Rhoynish listened, there wasn't a single peep. Allowing the flower to blossom in speech.

Like a waterfall he felt to be, there'd come yet now a tidal wave crashing onto shores already shattered and torn. But somehow he remained steadfast in the face of it all.

Braving the harsh conditions, braving the testament of time. All in hopes of finally taking hold of that which he'd longed for.

So once after they'd finished, his words were simply somber. Yet somehow sounding, impressed...

"I kno' ya heard meh say dis be'fo… But... To be a forger means ta forge ya own path..." Leaving his gaze fixated towards the brick walls. "Ya could liv' wit meh or wit out meh... An tha's what I found ta be ya best trait." Raising an arm he offered a backhanded wave.

"Leave dah kid... I'll rais'em. Ya ain't needa burden yaself with a reminder of meh. It's like I said... I ain't no hero, I ain't a good person..." Laying his arms over the waters surface, looking into the rippled reflection.

"When ya reach fo' dah sun... Ya bound ta hurt people, but I can't... I won't stop. Done too much an still much more left ta go. So dun' be burdened by our separation... Ya grown woman, ya can walk strong on ya own." Silence weighed in now, no effort made to stop them should they seek to depart now.

His exhaustion hald taken over the natural boiling blood. He just felt like sleeping by this point.
(Basten)
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[19:48] Her gaze was locked upon the Rhoynish which lies under the hot water of the tub. There is a long way that was made with that man, she had learned a lot, felt a lot. It brought a lot of flowers to bloom within the garden of her memories. It is almost sad, but... Such is fate...

A last glance is given to the child she had grown attached to, a single tear bloomed as she approached it, gifting him a single kiss upon his forehead. A gentle mellowed caress of her lithe hand over his head before allowing the words to flow.

"... Fear not... Mom will always be there, somewhere... Follow the wind... You may find your way...", another tear felt down her cheek as she left the baby.

Beatings of her heart soon growing heavier, a suddent feeling of the light within she beseeched is blooming... It is subtle, yet merely present. Facing the door, preparing herself to leave, she gifted Basten with a last glance, a gentle smile making itself revealantbefore she left.

"... Thank you.... Forger..."

She spoke, soon once again spreading her inner wings in order to follow an untraced path.
(Zefa Forger)
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[19:51] "No... Than' ya."

It was all he could manage to speak before finding himself dipping below the waters. Much like diving off the ledge into an endless sea. There was nothing, but absolute silence.

Where only now his thoughts ran wild, free. An explosive intake of information solely driven to drown away his worries. Pressuring him further till he sank to the bottom.

It's there he resided for sometime, testing the limits of his lungs. Likely rising long after the lupin departed.
(Basten)
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