The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[GamesMaster]

"Rest assured, you can come back if you like. The pool will still be here," says the voice, maintaining a respectful distance. "But perhaps I can help you?" 

[Haliel Lightsong]

Help. Yes, I was helping someone... "Who... I was... what was I doing?" she murmurs. Be polite, Haliel. "Apologies. I am Ray Lightsong: how may I be of assistance, ah... miss?" No, that's not.... "Bright?" she corrects tentatively. 

[GamesMaster]

"Assistance," says the voice, with a hint of mirth. She can almost picture a twinkle in the eye, a smile on the lips -- though it's something like Marian's face she pictures. "Alright. Perhaps you can assist me. I've lost something, you see, some time ago. If I don't find it soon, it will be gone forever."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lost something. Yes. I was... not looking but... reaching? for something. Or... "Of course. What did you lose?"

[GamesMaster]

"Someone very precious," the voice replies sadly. "Someone who wandered into the dark, and refuses to come home."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"People aren't things," Haliel says firmly. "That's a bad habit to get into, even if it's just when speaking poetically."

[GamesMaster]

"I suppose you're right," the voice says, sounding even more amused. "I apologize." 

[Haliel Lightsong]

A feeling of embarrassment trickles in. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't lecture or- someone is missing?"

[GamesMaster]

"Not missing," comes the reply. "Lost in the darkness. And the hour is very late indeed. There is little I can do."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lost but not missing? "What do you... Oh. You know where they are, but they don't?"

[GamesMaster]

"Not so much a physical location, but a spiritual one," she clarifies. "It's difficult to physically lose someone when you have the occupation I do."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Occupation... Bright. Pavitra or tulwath I guess. But there's something... No matter. "I... Would like to help, but..." She glances down shamefully, a feeling of uselessness washing over her. "I have not exactly had a great deal of success with talking to people about faith."

[GamesMaster]

"It can be hard," she admits. "Mortals are so tricky sometimes. They want to know what to do, but they don't wish to be told. They have to be nurtured -- they have to find their own way back into the light. Something about the darkness entrances them, calls to them, and they become frightened of what they once loved. I wish I could tell her there's nothing to fear, but I can't -- she won't listen, not anymore. She's forgotten how to be loved."

[Haliel Lightsong]

That hits deep, a twisting, jagged pain to her very heart And yet... Be loved, not love. That feels important. "I- That feels- feels familiar but..." She shakes her head weakly. "I'm sorry, I am not... I feel very... Distracted? Distant. What- what do you need from me?"

[GamesMaster]

"I can't help you, as things are," says the voice gently. "I am not of the waters; mercy is not my nature, though I know something of it. But I love you, and I love the one you're trying to save. I wanted to be present with you, so that at least you know you do not mourn alone. The thing for which you beg is outside the realms of healing, of family, of anything you know save hope. There is no answer for you here, as things are."