The Wild Beyond the Witchlight [drabbles]
Look I'm not here for writing okay. I just want to write some thoughts after our sessions. Also so that I can remember what happened better, since a lot of time passes between us playing
Session 5 (?)
Cai felt sick to their stomach.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go, their thoughts chanted.
That could have easily been you. It should have, even.
Why didn't you speak up?
The group walked on through the marshy terrain, navigating with ease as Caifiel and Rowley led them through a landscape they both knew well. Ebbe did not seem all too bothered by the way things went. Had given up an important memory, as toll payment so the group could pass. Either we all give up a small memory, or one of us a big one.
That should have been you.
Cai thought back on their life. Their family. Their parents. Siblings. Olmot. Losing them. Watching them, losing them, and then, nothing was the same. How many times had Cai wished not to remember? How much of their time had been lost on reliving that moment, reminding them they were helpless. But then again, if they didn't remember that night, then would they even know what they were here for?
What were they here for, though? Cai had given up searching for Olmot not too long ago. Out of clues, out of ideas, wanting some closure and to start anew at last. Now, out with different people, serving a different cause. Did that memory even serve them anymore, then? Did it do them any good?
You don't deserve to forget, though. It's not about what memories can do for you.
You could have at least spoken up. They were Harengon. You could have, should have done something. Anything. Right when it counted, and you acted powerless. Again.
Snowball heaved a big sigh. Cai gave her a distracted pat. Sorry, girl.
The squelching of mud underneath the travelers' feet was the only thing loud enough to drown out the sounds in Cai's head.
The vague silhouette of a tower loomed in the distance.