D E A T H
He paced the length of his ship back and forth several times over, dictating to a silent room of just one other - that other being Nwit. Over and over and over again, he tried to get the words to come out the right way. Each time would end in a frustrated sigh. Each time he'd start over, adjust the words, the tone.
Eventually he just sat down in the lounge and closed his eyes, leaning his head back.
Then, a few moments later, he sat bolt upright. Reached for one of the various tomes he had lying around, and tore one of the empty pages out of the back. His eyes drifted to some of the more recent concoctions he'd been working on, and soon enough he had two ordinary pouches closed up and ready to be packed into a box. A couple of other items, separators for the true pouches, were tossed inside too.
On top of it all he placed that piece of parchment, no longer empty, before sealing the whole thing up.
Some time later the package arrived in the hands of one
Ishani Dinn
by way of a courier. They didn't say who it was from, had no information to give. Just the box and its contents.
Ishani Dinn
by way of a courier. They didn't say who it was from, had no information to give. Just the box and its contents.
She'd find in the pouches a fine sand, not unakin to that which lay within the pouch Thesh had given her before his disappearance. A small note was inside each:
Don't get this in your eye, or you'll be very, very sleepy...
Besides this, there was just the piece of parchment. It read:
Make sure Melydia gets one too.
A series of strange markings took up the rest of the page, to any other it would make no sense at all but to Ishani - if she remembered it, of course - it should have been familiar. A certain set of constellations he'd once marked upon a page in his journal.
Besides that was just a small mark:
-A