Eruwen was a bit taken aback. "Sing?" She glanced around her at the patrons of the Inn. Sticking out her bottom lip, she blew the wisps of sun-kissed hair out of her face. "Well, I suppose I can give it a try. I'm really not much of a singer, but I am one who understands that rules are rules." She searched her brain for songs from her childhood or songs she heard from the trees, but nothing came to mind. She finally decided that making something up on the spot was the best she could do. "I don't really know anything light and happy," she said before beginning her tale in a soft, unsure voice:
As she walked to the ocean's edge,
gritting the sand in her teeth,
she asked Fate where to go,
and was torn from the shore like a leaf.
She clutched her few belongings,
and challenged the spirited sea.
She set sail on the first ship out,
believing it to be destiny.
The sea air filled her nostrils.
The salt water coated her lips.
The sun shone on her face.
Her soul was lulled by the rolling ship.
As the stars started to shine,
she realized the sea was too calm.
Then thick clouds darkened the sky,
and all was not well for long.
Terror was in the eye of every man.
The air was still, the waiting hard.
Then the thundering anger of the sky
tore the weary heavens apart.
The wind whirled and toiled.
The water tossed and brewed.
The sails were torn and broken.
The ship was ripped in two.
The wood splintered around her.
She clung on to what remained.
The waves pulled at her body.
She dug her hands into the grain.
Once all was calm again,
and the wind blew away the threat,
attempting to regain her wits,
she lifted her head from the battered deck.
She looked about and began to drown
in the presence of myriad stars.
Her head spinning, she closed her eyes,
and cried out to Fate from afar.
She glanced back toward the sky.
Through her tears, she saw a faint glow.
A light appeared from the heavens.
It beckoned to her to follow.
Her heart finally felt settled.
No more wandering alone.
She had a guide for which to search,
he embodied half of her soul.
Eruwen quickly sat down at the table nearest to her. "Now may I have warm drink, sir?" She hung her head in embarrassment with thoughts of lost love on her mind.
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