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[wavesofjade]

[When the SFC turns on it appears that it was accidental. There's no video to indicate where the troll might be, though the sounds might make it easier to guess. In the background, the sea can be heard, washing in and spraying up over rocky outcroppings. Over that, however, there's a quiet, lilting hum, interspersed now and then with words - singing.

The Dolorosa doesn't sing often. Late in her life she had no reason to, but things are different now. She can allow herself happiness now without worrying every moment that it might be taken from her.

Anyone on the island would find her on the beach, barefoot in the sand and wearing a white summer dress embroidered with jade patterns around the hem. She's walking lightly, allowing the natural glow of her skin to shine softly and she's half-humming, half-singing some old song that perhaps she might have lulled Signless to sleep with when he was very small. It's been so long that she's forgotten half the words, but the melody is still intact.]



((feel free to ping either her SFC or go for action! She's not affected by this week's curse :>))

Comments

[wavesofjade]

Of course.

[When she smiles this time there's a light to it, and she turns her hand over to clasp his tightly. Despite the difference in caste they can find solidarity in a shared purpose, and wasn't that the whole point of it to begin with?

The jadeblood glances away, out across the sea as the breeze whips around them and tugs at her hair, and her expression softens.]

My name is Porrim Maryam. You may know me as such, if you wish it.

[rebull]

[He brushes a thumb over her hand, keeping his there. Hers is cooler, but not as much as he's used to with other trolls. Darkleer and Mindfang were something else entirely, and the Grand Highblood even more so when they-

well...]

[Any...way.............. he's looking out to the sea as she is and ends up chuckling a bit under his breath at that.] Wriggler names? Been a while since I went by what that ol' bull gave me, Lysunder's what I'll stick to now, as old as I am but- [Shrugs a shoulder, still a small smirk on his mouth, tilted more to one side. He shifts his wings.] Used to be- Rufioh Nitram. At least so ya know, I guess, heh.

[wavesofjade]

Rufioh...

[She says it as if she's testing the sound of it on her lips, and chuckles.]

It suits you.

[rebull]

Heh, a younger, less uh, experienced me, maybe. [A shy laugh, glancing up to her.]

[wavesofjade]

Perhaps... [Her fingers tighten gently around his.] But we must not forget our roots, young Lysunder.

[She pauses with a smile.]

An interesting choice of name.

[rebull]

Never forget, just grown from-

uh? Not really I mean- [Counts on his fingers. L-Y-S- hm, hm, yeah he's right there. Not that everyone, does it like that he guesses.] Guess something like Darkleer and Dualscar are a uh, a bit more literal. [A scoffed laugh.] But 'sunder' means something. And it's uh, kinda what I do. [Grin.]

[wavesofjade]

[As he counts the letters of his own name she has to laugh, albeit softly, and his grin is returned with a font smile.]

Signless and Disciple would call me 'Rosa'. [She chuckles.] I think they sometimes forgot why.

[rebull]

Forgot-? [Rose seemed like a natural nickname, but even he knew of the Dolorosa. Then again, the campfire stories he heard weren't your usual type.]

Well heh- you don't really need a name as long as you have what it stands for.

[wavesofjade]

[Less forgetting where the nickname came from, and more what her title meant. It hadn't been one that she'd chosen.]

Do you know what my name means, my dear? Why they call me the Dolorosa?

[rebull]

Uh- not, exactly? Did it have something to do with you being Signless's lusus? Heh by uh, by my time, a lot of things get lost, since these stories are usually passed by word of mouth, hard to get it in writing considering- well, you know.

[wavesofjade]

Hmm... [She shifts, as if to move herself closer to him, her jade eyes soft but intent.]

It is from an old dialect.. a word that means deep sorrow and grief. [Closing her eyes, she spreads her hands and gives a gentle shrug.] A name to denote my place; my role, as many are.

[rebull]

[He stays put, but there's a beat that skirts through him as she draws near, his wings shuffling a little behind him.]

At times- it's the title that denotes your purpose... but- [Glancing down before, but his glaze flicks up to her now, head still a little bowed.]/small>

Why keep a name like that? I- I don't really think it fits you.