Re: [Delphinus]
As you swallow the memory berry, you feel something in your stomach clench and your mind seems to fray at the edges for a split second as you experience the memory unfolding in your consciousness.
[[You lay in the ships rigging, eyes closed, feeling the subtle rocking of the touner below you. The vessel listed, lifelessly in the open sea, no movement of the waves or wind pushed it. And them without a galley to give themselves a bit of a push... You can feel your shore leave slipping out of your hands with each gentle, useless sway of the ship.
You open your eyes as you feel yourself being watched, something old... something sad.. you don't look down, you already know what you'll see over the port b-
You hear someone scoff below, interrupting your thoughts. "Don't tell me y'sleepin' gain? The cap'n'll have you hangin' from a different rope if h'catches y'gain." You grin at Gretch's voice. The lad's voice was just beginning to crack, making about everything he said a riot. The more serious the better.
"How y'know that? We could get a good squall anytime like. Then you'll be deader than the wind."
"Y'know, I'm suspectin' you are lookin' forward t'm'passin. Go look over the port side bow, Gretch. That what a certain-like sign is."
You don't look down, but you can hear the gangly scrabble on the deck below. You keep your eyes to the stars, straining for any touch of the wind to fill the booms and main sails.
"COR! It's... It's glowin'!" The cabin boy's voice barely can keep the right note a moment, voice leaping haphazard octaves with excitement. "It's like... It aint even a color! I mean it is, but it's... I aint seen anything what like this!"
"Won't be a wind when you see the waters glow." You explain patiently, a little reverently. "They aint allowed t'see each other."
".. You b'leive that? Them tales?" The kid kicks the rails idly. "Old man Igs says it's just plants in t'water what makes it shine."
"Look right inta t'Lady's eyes... You feel any wind, Gretch?"
The voice is soft, a little awed. "No, don't think I do."]]
As you return, the memory settles, interlaced with the rest of your recovered life, as if that was just another part of the world and people you left behind. It's hard to shake any of the conviction that it was real and it had happened to you, any more than you would a normal memory.