Triteia (triteia) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-06-12 15:44:00 |
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You were born, and you lived. You will tell the song of hope, won't you?
Who: Triteia (triteia) [Closed]
What: She'd promised to send him back and this was the only way she could keep that promise.
Where: The Hamptons, Atlantic Ocean
When: Backdated to Friday (05 June)
Warnings: None.
"What in the world is that child doing? She going to drown herself."
"Oh, don't be silly, Warren. Why would a nice girl want to drown herself?"
The elderly couple that ran the small inn at the beach, sipped at their cups of tea and watched the young woman outside wade farther into the ocean until she stood waist-deep in the water. It wasn't a beach day. The skies had been cloudy all morning and it had begun to drizzle a few hours ago.
"Well, if she isn't going to drown, she's going to catch pneumonia at this rate, Edna."
"I'd better prepare a hot cup of tea for that dearie and some dry clothes."
The sea nymph didn't mind the rain or the cold much. Of course, she would have preferred to have feeling in her extremities but this wasn't about her. It was about keeping a promise. Teeth clattering, she removed the lid from the plain silver urn and submerged it into the water.
Salt water mingled with ashes, made them part of it and carried them away. Even if they never made it to the shores of Greece, they wouldn't be lonely. The ashes of her child and that of the generations that came after him had all been given to the sea. They would never be lonely.
Triteia's gaze grew distant. Melanippos had taught her the importance and meaning of responsibility and while she would carry this gift in her heart forever, it had been a heavy weight. Now the waves carried it away, leaving her with a sense of peace and relief.
And then she sneezed.
Wading back to the shore, the nymph stumbled back to the inn where a nice cup of hot tea and a set of dry clothes were waiting for her.