44 Donst follow me (1/2)
An old elf read a hastily written note.
[I have decided I am old enough to adventure. I am leaving with Purai. Don't follow me. I love you but I want to travel. I'll return someday. Please take care of my flower garden. I have met most of my favorite people because of those flowers. Love Lillith. P.S. Grandpa if you came home from your fishing trip early and are reading this, the people I am traveling with and I are not fish to be caught. Stay out of my decision.]
The paper wrinkled in his grip. ”How dare someone deceive my adorable granddaughter into traveling in the unsafe world?” He took a breath and put the paper back down. ”Cirith, I'm going out again.” Lillith's grandpa said.
”Already?” The woman questioned. ”You just got back. Aren't you going to rest?”
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The old elf humped. ”Did you not read Lillith's letter?”
”I did. Why? Should I be worried about her?” Cirith questioned. ”She has always had an adventurous spirit, it was bound to happen someday. She even specifically asked you not to go after her. Are you going to go against her wishes?”
”Lillith doesn't understand the world. She is too naive and was likely deceived into following someone. I will save her even if she doesn't want to be saved.” The old elf confirmed. ”I'm going.”
Cirith sighed. ”Stubborn fool, she will only come to hate you.”
”Lousy mother, she will never learn if you don't teach her anything.” The old man retorted. ”I know you only think like that because you hate me too but at least you aren't easily fooled by strangers. I am leaving now. Are you going to come after Lillith with me or not?”
Cirith huffed. ”Then go already.”
The elf walked out of the tree. He chanted a spell causing a firefly to appear before him. ”Guide me to my granddaughter.” He spoke to the small insect.
The insect flew off.
Inside the house the female elf burst into tears. ”I'm sorry Lillith, I tried to stop him for you. I know how important this choice was to you.” After some time to calm down, she wiped her tears and followed behind the stubborn old grandfather. ”I can tolerate your rigidness but Lilly is my daughter, not yours. I know you don't see me as a good mother, but that doesn't mean you can parent for me, father. I may not care enough like you said, but you care way too much.”
***
Carn approached Jericho and waited until he finished. A strange wreath like crown with a dark purple gem somehow embedded into the plants rested in his hands.
Jericho finished playing and looked up. ”Back already?” Jericho inquired.
Carn nodded. ”I am. Here is the crown. It is embedded with a mere few seconds of my memories so it shouldn't have too much of an effect on your mind. Let me explain how it works.”
Jericho nodded to show he was listening.
”The crown, when worn initially will pass on the previous wearer's memories. The amount of memory given is equivalent to how long the previous wearer wore the crown after receiving the memories stored on it before they wore it. So the best way to not drastically affect someone's mind is to take it off as soon as the memories are transferred unless your goal is to pass specific memories like playing the new instrument. Please be careful what you think about while wearing the crown as those thoughts and feelings will also transfer. You can see why it is a dangerous artifact.” He handed over the crown.
Jericho took the crown. ”I understand. But why would you have such an item?”
The old goat Baa-laughed sadly. ”Before we were believers in Arglwydd y Ddawns we were believers in Brenin Tragwyddol. The crown was fashioned so our ruler could wear the crown and when he died to pass on that crown to a newborn satyr to continue his life. After many lifetimes, the ruler became a bit crazy so we brought an end to his reign. Sadly it required a terrible sacrifice as the one who wore the crown knew he was fated to die soon after wearing the crown. Those were dark times before we discovered the glory of culture.” The old satyr shuttered. ”After all of that, we locked the crown away and only bring it out for specific things that would be deemed necessary.”
”Wow,” Jericho exhaled. ”I had no idea. I am glad you are satyrs of culture now though. I would have hated to imagine what would have happened to us if you weren't.”
”You probably would have been sacrificed on a great bonfire.” Carn grinned. ”Now, please use that crown wisely. It can be very dangerous if used incorrectly. When you are done passing on the necessary knowledge, please return it to me.”
”I will. Thank you. Can you gather the satyrs that will be playing the instruments, including the two that will be learning the guitar?”
Carn's eyes widened. ”Two? How intriguing. I will gather the satyrs. Is the dance ready to be taught yet?”
”It should be close.”
”Good, teaching someone how to play a new piece or to perform a new dance does take some time; even with the crown's help.” He started to trot off.
”Oh, Carn wait! I have one last question. Do the satyrs know how to read sheet music?”
Carn turned around with a smile. ”Of course we do! Arglwydd y Ddawns created sheet music in the first place!” He replied with their cultural beliefs about their deity.
”Excellent!” Jericho pulled out the remaining parchment and pen his sister had gotten him and started drawing.
The satyr smiled. ”I'll leave you to it then.” He walked off leaving Jericho alone.
***
Jerichos 2 and 3 were practicing the various pieces of the song when the leaves rustled once more.
{One who has the Gemini Lilies in his soul… Can you hear our voices?}
The two Jerichos looked around. {I hear you. Where are you?} One called out.
{Return to being one being and follow us.} A nearby sapling tree, a flower and a stalk of some sortsprung to life in front of him and took on mildly humanoid shapes.
Jericho sighed. {The other two parts of me are busy with important tasks. Do you need all four of us to be one or just the two of us?}
{Just the two of you will be fine. We only wish to talk for now. Bring the water elemental with you as well.}