Miri ~ Songs of the Water.

[levedara]

Miri Hesjing ((Draconic, Miirik: song - hesjing: water))

Age: 22
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 125lbs
Eyes: Green flecked with Hazel.
Hair: Pale hazel, long and straight seems almost streaked with bronze.

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Her first night in Orlbar is quiet. She waits for the smith to finish adjusting the armor she wishes to buy, for it seems there are people to follow into dangerous places in this land. People perhaps that will be turned into tale and song.

Behind the smithy her song picks up, deep words carried firmly in a resonate tone that gives the foreign tongue a sound of passion. The woman's expression as she watches the water while she sings is longing.

Miri's Shoreside Song.

Unra e stefii poan drnii myie,
Drrniihui lian chyfii dry lii.
Huiwonki edr lian myuntyi
whuii whuyli ziefiimy eraty drnii druntyi
Drniihui zii tyziichdr wyhu e drunlii
ziniunchi drnii myniunbamy baemymyity onmy poan.

Bahuistunyonmy baiehuch myewi unra myniichch,
myy chyrak emy zii tyunty tyziichch.
drniihui yra drnii mynihuimy drniedr ziihui lian yzira,
myniehuunrak chunwi eraty echch yonhu chuhui.

Tyerastity onbayra drnii myeraty,
nieraty unra nieraty drnii huylierasti.
onradrunch drnii tyean ziniira poichchan huymyi,
chungoi drnii ziefiimy ztylii whuyli drnii mydryhuli.

Eraty lian yzira un'fii ziedrstniity niyzi anyon niefii khuyzira,
wyhuifiihu liyhui lian chyfii etyyhuimy,
eraty unra e stefii poan drnii myie myyliidrunlii baihuniebamy anyon ziunchch wwunraty lii,
wyhu anyon ehui yw yonhu chyfii
Tyhuekyra Poyhura.


((Translation for those that speak Draconic and hear the song))
In a cave by the sea,
there my love came to me.
Refuge at my side,
free from waves and the tide
There we dwelt for a time while the ships passed us by.

Precious pearl safe in shell,
so long as we did dwell,
there on the shores that were my own
sharing life and our lore.

Danced upon the sand,
hand in hand the romance.
until the day when belly rose,
like waves come from the storm.

Ah my own I've watched how you've grown,
forever more love adores.
And in a cave by the sea,
Sometimes perhaps you'll find me,
for you of our love,
are dragon born.

[levedara]

A Story of a Maiden, a Dragon, and Pirates.

Sitting by the river behind the all faiths chapel with a stern seeming fellow Miri tells a story of the sea.

"Let me see.. hm. Yes, I know what I'll tell of. A maid upon a ship sent fourth from friend and family by her father to her arranged marriage." Miri shifts in the grass, settling in more comfortably. Domiel having settled down emits a thoughtful hm as she continues.

"In the late evenings she would take to the stern, crying tears into silken hankerchiefs, and each night she would let her kerchief fall away, to drift off in the sea, imagining a brave knight of the sea might find her trail and set her free. And some did find her trail, though it was no noble man, but a ship under black sails that hosted menacing men with cruel intentions for all those that crossed them upon the waters." Her tone darkened as she made a disparaging gesture across the water as if to conjure up such a ship from the water itself, though no such display was forthcoming.

"Pirates," said Domiel with a frown.

Miri would nod and continue. "When the pirates ship, a large looming galleon came into sight the sailors of the maidens ship were set to fright, for they had little means to defend themselves. So as disaster slowly overtook them, they grit teeth and set back for what would surely be pillage and plunder of all they had. The maiden aghast, denied hiding away in her cabin, instead watching from next to the wheel, a silken kerchief in hand. "

Miri pauses, tugging a soft kerchief from her pocket that she whimsically wraps around her hand. "So the ships came side by side, weapons raised, shouts cried out dire threat and heartfelt fear."

Domiel breaks in then, "And the lady watched all of the bloodshed?".

With a quick half smile and a shake of her head she scolds him, "Do not interrupt a tale as such, Domiel!" Then the tale goes on.

"And yet, it wasn't only the pirates that had seen those kerchiefs. Along the bow of the ship a sleek gray dolphin jumps high as if leading the course as the ships sailed onward. The lady cried out as the first ring of steel on steel was heard, as men and pirate clashed aboard above the swells below, and the first drops of blood fell upon deck and sea. 'Avast! There be no hope here!' would cry the captain, beleaguered by many foe, for his ship was small and the pirates were many." Miri pauses, letting the story hang.

"Suddenly then, to the dismay of even those long used to the bucks and rolls of the sea beneith them, the ships heaved, setting footing off and men tumbling about. A great buckling crack and crunching, the dredded sound of wood ripping and falling away as a waterfall shimmering over bronze rose up over the stern of the pirates ship, the entire vessel rocking back with the weight of it's new passenger. Now it was pirates that cried in dismay, as men buckled under the weight of nobility that washed over them, righteous and true, the bronze dragon filled their hearts with fear for all the ill they'd done, and planned to do, even as it rose in a precarious perch upon the cabin to reach fourth to the pirates black sailed mast." Miri smiles, hands reaching forward as if to grasp at the mast in mimicry of the dragons action.

"The maiden was the only one not to fall to knees at the sight, while men cowered, even the goodly, taken in by awe, she stood, hand on the mast with a wistful look upon her face, for the scales shone like hazel gold, shimmering with water, and the great wings were like living sails meant surely to cross the seas without care for wind. There was a creature free. I
t warmed her heart to see. The mast breaking under clawed paws shook men back into action, yells and hollers silenced though by a great bellow. Soon the pirates, many though they be, were quick to surrender, skulking back to their dragon crowded ship to cower under it's stern gaze.

Domiel chuckled as Miri set a stern expression on her face as if gazing down at pirates below her, hands making an ushering motion.

"The maiden and her swath of sailors watched from the rail even as the dragon flexed its wings and pulled the mast-less ship away, guiding it out further to sea, the noble beast saying not a word. So they continued their course, the wounds and damages tended to as they continued their long way to Waterdeep. The maiden from that night on, watched the sea, never again crying, her kerchiefs kept to her pockets. She hoped to see again the dragon, and yet the only thing she saw, curious to her sight, was a sleek gray dolphin some days later, shortly before they made port. It was curious to her that it seemed the dolphin had a silken kerchief held in its long maw, as it leapt and played along side the boat before vanishing under the waves. And so, men are not the only heroes of the sea."

The tale is finished with a smile and a nod towards the river.

"Indeed. A dragon." Her stalwart companion takes pause to ponder. "The noble dragons are among the greatest defenders of righteousness. A marvelous tale, Miri. My thanks."

"You're most welcome Domiel. Thank you for listening." She pushes herself up out of the grass. "It seems not many have time to listen to song and story these days. "

Domiel rises as well, brushing dust off his pants. "A pity. If one cannot enjoy the wonderful things in life, why seek to combat evil?"

She offers a shrug and a light smile. "I could not be certain. I suppose all wish to find their place in life, doing what they can."

Shortly thereafter they part ways.