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Seeking Perfection XIII


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The sound of waves sweeping softly on a sandy beach made her wake up. The smell of salt and sea ooze was in her nose. Wind whispered in distant trees. Seafowls circled above her, she could hear their song of dozens of single cries. She was in the water, waves pushing her body softly against the shore. All these sensations were strange to her and slowly she slithered from unconsciousness to lucidity. For a moment Andarcya just laid in the warm water, on the warm sand unknowingly what had happened or where she was.

It didn´t matter aslong she could listen to the song of Jephre.

The god-ancestors of song and forest, who brought beauty to Tam-riel, was – unfortunately – the only Divine Andarcya never had been able to approach dearly. But now, right here on this alien beach, right in front of his countenance, which was the play of waves, she felt closer to the singer than ever before, breathing in the beauty that was her own nature with closed eyes.

Andarcya never had heard the sound of waves as beautiful as this, the seafowls and the wind. Even not in Alinor´s waterfront: the working men, ships and the masses of people had drowned the soft song. She herself had spent many years in the choir, singing songs to praise the god-ancestors. The songs dedicated to Jephre were the most beautiful Andarcya knew, but nothing in comparison to Jephre´s song itself. Even if there was undeniable chaos in the wind, the birds´ song and the wave... it was still beautiful.

Well, atleast the beauty of the Altmer itself was the unequaled masterpiece of Jephre. Why had Jephre been so difficult to approach?

Maybe it was all the tales of the Y'iffre and the green pact and the carnivorous and cannibalic Bosmer, which took her aback as she was vegetarian. But generally, she did not like being out in the wilds and in the nature. Without the towers of a city, the glass and crystal above her head, the very sky seemed to smother her with the seemingly unreachable endlessness of the void.

... Or it was her eyes.

"Oh Jephre..."

Andarcya raised her voice to the wind and the birds, knowing that Jephre was watching her in this very moment, as the waves and the shore were his face.

"Why did you bless me, thy daughter, with beauty like this, but giving me this... flaw? This outrageous flaw? Why did you make my face fit the Aldmeri standard, but... but... giving me these repugnant eyes? Why? My eyes repel mer... disgust mer... I´ve never been seen as acceptable breeding material... I´m even mistaken for a filthy daedric monstrosity!

Oh Jephre...

Why... wasn´t I sorted out at birth... Why do I have to suffer from these eyes... I... don´t deserve this fate..."

Her salty lacrimal fluid mixed with the salty sea water. She could feel it. The moment of greatest spirituality had passed, her connection to the divine was sundered by her own discontentedness concerning her outward look. Even if Jephre was right in front of her, she knew she couldn´t manage to direct another word to the God, without whining or insulting his divinity. Also the memory of what happened began to break into her mind.

The warm water suddenly felt unpleasant. How long had she been in the water? Hours? She didn´t want to think about the damage her precious skin had taken. It itched from salt and sand in the most awkward places. It was in her hair and in her armor. Of which the helmet appeared to be missing. The sun burned down brutally into her golden face. In her throat she felt a terrible thirst.

Wiping a tear away Andarcya opened her orange eyes, her pupils of wavy lines crossing her too large irides horizontally.

The cerulean image of the void during the day was above her, only a few clouds in the sky. White and grey and few colourful birds scurried through the air. Just next to her Andarcya could see a strange tree, with a curved, limb- and armless trunk. It had only few, but up to two meter long and frayed leaves. Palms? Yes, she could remember these from illustration of botanical books. Strange things anyway... She was not on the Blessed Isles, for sure.

Finally Andarcya found the strenght to stand up, to get out of the water and the sand. Materialism! The white sand seemed to be everywhere! Atleast the rest of her armor was in place, especially Twin Doves was in its sheat. If only the sand was not... Where in Auri-El´s great name was she?

The blue sea in front of her, she stood at a white sanded beach. Dirt, dead plant parts and other flotsam stained the shore. Some palms grew here and there. Finally she could recall what had happened.

The GORGEOUS CHOHORT... yes... the ship had left Alinor´s waterfront a week or two ago. She had lost the orientation in time a bit. Taking the southern route to Moridunon, the ship had stopped in Sunhold and Dusk, but Andarcya had spared herself the shore leave. So somewhere in the sea, where Arteaum should have been, but it was not, of course, the Sload attacked them... But where was the ship now? And where was she now...

She turned around and uttered a sound of surprise. Behind her there was a massive green wall. A... forest? She hadn´t seen something like this before. It was like a giant bush, one emerald surface, not a single branch or trunk was visible, unlike the sparse, dry woodland that could be found in Alinor where there were no cities, industrial complexes, producing areas or mountains... Marveling fearfully at this image she realised that this had to be a jungle, a rainforest. Was she on Pyandonea? Or Valenwood? Or the jungle on the shores of Blackmarsh? Or did the dragon break and this was Cyrodiil before its jungle suddenly vanished due to unknown future events?

Materialism.

Materialism.

Materialism.

Andarcya knew that she was lost. She couldn´t survive alone in the wilds. And she was alone. She thought back to what she was thinking about in Alinor. A guide. Now she had none. Her hand moved quickly to Twin Doves. If this was Valenwood she would atleast meet Bosmer, who were in the Aldmeri Dominion. Aslong she was not sure... she would consider herself venturing into alien, enemy territory. But now there seemed no actual threat...

Except her thirst that felt like killing her. She had to find something to drink. Her eyes fell on the sea. Salt water? Bad idea. Then she looked at the forest. Wild sunbirds couldn´t even drag her into this... green object. Most likely filthy on the inside. But maybe she would find... a spring or something? Drinking from the ground like an animal? Who was she? A Bosmer? This was also unacceptable.

She sighed, but it was a cough. Well, it seemed like she had to drink. Did not water with a higher concentration of salt suck water with a lesser concentration out of bodies through a permeable membrane? She recalled the concept of osmosis she had learned in school. She kept her face from showing a smile, even if nobody was around who could have find a flinged face objectionable. Now she saw the reason in this lesson.

Looking up to the jungle she drew Twin Doves. It was a waste to hack some plants with this sword, but it would be easier to get through this forest. Leaving the sand behind she walked to the bushes that blocked the jungle for her. Raising her sword the green gave soon way after a few sword swings.

Before entering the green hell, Andarcya hesitated. She wasn´t really sure about what she was doing. Was she still searching her father? Or was she trying to survive in an alien world? It didn´t matter. It had to be done. Andarcya braced herself and entered.
This post was last modified: October 31st 2013, 03:56 AM by Idriar


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Who controls the Septim crown?
Who keeps the Allesian Heresy down?
We do, we do

Who knocked Yokuda off the maps?
Who keeps the Dwemer under wraps?
We do, we do

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