The Reconstruction of Life - No Going Home

It should only take about two days for Johnathan walk from the North RhyDin Harbours to RhyDin City, but she took her time. She also took a couple of day jobs in some of the small villages along the way; but that did not stay put for too long nor did they pay so much; but it was better than nothing. It was those payments which she used to purchase a new bag and a few "necessary" items here and there. These were all distractions, which was she needed the most.

Oddly, Johnathan was not determined to look for Renne, for all the lies she once spoke--she grew to believe that he was out to sea. It took her until a couple of hours out of the boundaries of RhyDin City to realise that there was a possibility he was not at sea. Granted the letters gave her hope that he may be in RhyDin City; but still unsure. With that in mind, Johnathan picked up her pace as her hair caved in and let the wind blow through it; which was rare since it usually had a mind of its own and practically stood on guard to cover those unusual-shaped ears of a Half-Elven.

It was a couple of hours before dusk when Johnathan arrived to the forest which was the beginning boundaries of RhyDin City. It would take her probably a few hours after nightfall for her to be at the Docks--which was the only place she felt comfortable.

It was unusual for Johnathan to be back at the Dockside, let alone back in RhyDin City. Two-and-a-half years. Last time she was here in RhyDin City, she was wanted for aiding and abetting and murdering quite a few sailors and badly injured Jarrod; leaving him to bleed and he told her to go so he could take the blame. She knew nothing else after that of RhyDin City--and at that point she didn't care. Honestly, to this day, she still doesn't care for RhyDin City, but it was Renne who was connected here. Funny enough, he was the only reason as to why she left the Harbours in the first place. It was too easy to bring back the memories.

Johnathan was welcomed to the Dockside of the City with a combination of some foul stench and the Oceans. The stench was nothing she was not used to already; but the evening breeze stirred the scent-in-the-air pot. It was possible that the warrant for her head was gone--The Watch and Authorities more than likely had no time to look for someone they know barely anything about. However, Johnathan was always the one to be careful and cautious--which was a skill she used too much while watching over the Harbours and the Port-Town. Not knowing anyone--and she personally liked it that way--she kept her head down, but hood down too; not to cause too much arousal of suspicion. She walked along the main street down towards the Docks themselves. Passing by the Bulletin Board, she looked up for only a moment and the green messages caught her attention.

A shindig. Not her type of element, but it was nice to know there were parties and drinking for celebrating some holiday for a man who has been claimed to chase the Druids out of Ireland. Other messages included a birth announcement, two dueling championships, a Living Arts show. There were older ones as well including birthdays, fashion week, Valentines, job seeking--and one job seeking, though, had a familiar writing to it. Looking at it closely and the date it was posted--which was over a month ago--there was a sudden sadness in her eyes. It is possible that he already took up a job and already at sea. Well, at the very least there will be someone to come back to. Another announcement caught her attention. The wedding announcement of two gents of Scotty and Harold Lee. This outsider may be stoic, but she is a softie when it comes to love--she just tries not to show it.

Johnathan continued on through the streets, but then went down to a familiar street. Well, as familiar as can be. So empty. Not much of business around here anymore and honestly, she was not expecting any around. The last time she was on this street, she received her Talenka--the tattoo-looking scar on her inner left wrist--from a vision that would never come true. Something she was not concerned about. However, a space that was once empty broke ground for the foundation; which Johnathan was both concerned and confused about. Unfortunately, having noone to talk to about it; she let it be for now and continued on.

When Johnathan got to the Docks, she knew that it was not safe to be around here for long periods of time. Not only did the Oceans' Waves told the air that; but there was no garbage or even any barrage of anything as far as the eyes can see. The stench could be from under, but somehow, the Oceans were forbidden to speak--even to Johnathan--by whatever or whomever created the stench. For now though, she staked her place along the docks, keeping a watchful eye out for anything or anyone.

This place will never be a home, only a place where it was the only choice left to go to.

The Reconstruction of Life - The Overwhelming Sensations

A wedding with a reunion. Johnathan did not know that she would find out of all places her True Heart to be a the wedding of the two gents now known as Misters Lee. Lovely two gentlemen, with by the looks of it, appreciate life and love. Which is something Johnathan also appreciated--for the most part of the former.

The wedding itself was something on the beautiful, elegant and simple side. Staying at Renne's side the whole time made her think of all sorts of things. The possibility of their own wedding. The possibility of having happiness. And the possibility and hope that Renne would never have to feel pain ever again. Her face was kept soft, though, as to make sure noone would read her emotions via her face. After the ceremony, she kept to herself and only spoke to congratulate the two men. It was rare for her to be that way.

There was only a lull of a day that passed before the true party started. Johnathan went back to her normal clothing standards--pants, to her, were more relaxing than a dress. The stench around the docks worsened. The Oceans were speaking ill-will in general, but it was only in the area did Johnathan feel comfort while Renne was off running his errands. During the lull, though, Johnathan did create a present for the Misters Lee. It was nothing too complex. Something similar to what she created before.

A bubble. A bubble that would never pop...but if a finger was poked in there, it would seem water was in the bubble; but it was rather light for it to carry water. Inside the bubble, though, was a full-bloomed water-lily that had a cascade of orange, pink and peach hues. The water-lily was staying in place and will never wilt.

It was the evening of the Reception when Johnathan had some slight difficulties getting to the place. She also knew she was early. Luckily, the Misters Lee and some other guests were still unloading and setting up the Hall. Johnathan, along with a Dragon-But-In-Human-Form-At-That-Point by the name of Vextirias volunteered themselves to set up the food and drink tables. This was something Johnathan knew how to do with practically her eyes closed. Arrange the food by the courses--appetizers, side dishes, small entrees, and big entrees. The desserts were at the end and soon enough had their own table.

The reception itself was small and lovely. Johnathan spoke for a bit before automatically switching into her chaperone-mode. Granted nearly everyone was civil; but it was out of habit--too many festivals and parties that she took care of while at the Harbours. The dancing of the Misters Lee was lovely and the few others danced to some other songs. Renne showed up about a couple of hours before the end of the night with two men wheeling in the over forty pound wedding cake. The cake was more than beautiful. Creme-cheese frosting with cherry-blossoms and cherry-blossomed branch all over it. Even though Johnathan does not eat at all, she took a couple of bites out of respect--and she was paying for it by the morning. The reception was all in all a success. Which was what everyone was expecting it to be.

The past few days, though--after the reception--Johnathan was most glad to be near Renne again; but they have yet to have time to actually catch up with what each of them done since their unsuccessful search for eachother a year-and-a-half ago. Keeping these thoughts and doubts were getting to her; but she knew if she just kept walking around the City--it would not catch up to her too much.

It was only last evening did Johnathan finally went into the Inn. Luckily it was not that crowded and they were preoccupied for the most part by the new slave Tara received from a folk named Dawn. Granted, Johnathan knew not anyone there--but Renne did come in and a small ghost by the name of Oobie accompanied him rather quickly. From the sounds of it, Oobie kept Renne company during the time Johnathan was not around. Having Johnathan know that Renne was not completely alone was appreciated and she knew that she was in debt with this Oobie. Unfortunately, the meeting did not last long as Renne ran off quickly for an errand and never returned. It was that time, though, that Johnathan started to think. It will be soon that this will be a home she did not want to claim.

Watching the sunrise this morning along the docks only made Johnathan realise something. Her home that she was banished from and a place she did not want to claim--both of the places now know where Johnathan's place is. The Outsider yearning to be in.
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The Reconstruction of Life - Resurrection

Easter. To the Christianity culture, it was the rise of their Saviour after seventy-two of His death. To the Commercial Culture, it was the time of candy, coloured hard-boiled eggs and rabbits who hide these eggs for children. To other cultures, it was just a day like any other day.

The Port-Town has been in poverty for nearly a year now. From the calculations they have figured out, it was only one more day before they finally caught up with time. The Harbours and the Market have been abandoned a week after Johnathan left and very little income has gone through with barely any business within the Harbour or the Port-Town.

It was barely sun-rise of Easter morning. There was no church since that was destroyed in the Riot of New-New Nation of North RhyDin Harbours--or N-Cubed. What is left of the residence of the Towns-Folk, just barely a hundred, they survived off of bribing, bartering and trading--even sometimes swindling. The Towns-Folk usually joined together at sun-rise every Sunday to pray. To their own god or deity of choice. They never talk-down about each religion nor even contradict the ideas and beliefs. They knew that somehow that just being together would just make them feel at ease.

Some of the children played along the shores close to the Harbours while the parents were socialising and praying. It was Ed and Jayna who watched the Sea together. Though only twelve and eleven, to the both of them, there has been so much for them. Jayna held onto Ed's hand as they watched the sun-rise together. It was Ed, though, that watched the Sea.

"Hey Jayna? Why is the seaweeds looking...hairy?"

Jayna looked down from the sky to the Sea and knitted her eyebrows a bit. Watching the drifting seaweed out in the Sea, her eyes widened a bit, as did Ed's. For what they saw was more than just seaweed.

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During the days of swimming, her ideas were nothing but determination. It was nearing the forty-eight hour mark swimming within the Oceans did starting to hear doubts in her mind. These doubts though were not created by anything else but her own fear. Fear of failing once again. Fear of not having a family again. Fear of losing everything. Fear of herself, worse of all. Her determination was fading and even being with the water, her strength was starting to give out. Letting out a painful and desperate scream towards the sky, she let herself float under the water.

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"Is there any way to do it?"

"Well, die."

An translucent image of Jarrod was sitting in a plush leather chair in an office filled with books while an equally translucent image of Johnathan herself was laying down on an equally plush leather long-couch.

"Do you think ya could do more than ya have in yer life? I mean, ya have done so much for even a Half-Elven Half-Human."

"I want to ha'e...I want to ha'e the happiness that was practically e'erywhere but in me home in Eeds."

"It's rare ya call the place ya came from by name."

"I know all of this is within me imagination."

"How so?"

Johnathan then pointed to her neck. There was no yeti's claw. No bottle of the Oceans' Water and most of all, no frog-charm infused to her.

"I see. Well. What about Renne?"

"I do not know. I just know that I want him to be with I."

Johnathan watched Jarrod nod slightly and actually write notes on the long notepad he was holding. There was a good few minutes of silence before Jarrod finally broke it.

"Well. If there is doubt, then there is redemption. Or for the religious type that ya are most certainly not; if there is sin, there is repent. But in your case, there is something else."

Johnathan finally sat up from the long couch and turned herself to face him.

"And what is that?"

"In many religious cultures, ya have done no true sin but the truth. Ya protected them from harm. Ya kept them safe as much as possible when they were in the Backwards-Time-Barrier. Ya left them when they lost faith in ya. Granted, ya tried to not care; but ya knew deep in yer heart the Harbours, the Port-Town and the Towns-Folk was yer true home."

"It is so strange that so many lifetimes that I ha'e had in the other 'Erses and I barely got to know ye and yet know so much of ye at the same time."

"Ya only know as much as ya do now. Nothing less and sadly nothing more."

"Why so?"

"Well, if ya already know that this is within yer imagination; then ya should know that I am just yer voice of conscious but in this form."

Johnathan sighed and nodded, but said nothing. Jarrod slowly stood up and stretched a bit, placing down the notepad on the chair he was sitting. He then walked over to Johnathan and offered his hand, which she carefully took. He held onto her closely before placing a hand under her chin to make her look up to him.

"Rebuild yer home and marry Renne. Ya always had my blessing and love from the start."

With that, Jarrod gave Johnathan a soft kiss on the lips and from the kiss, there was a soft blue glow that soon swallowed Johnathan herself, Jarrod and the whole office.

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Slowly waking up from a deep sleep, Johnathan was within the Air-Bubble. Completely dry and clothes anew and the three necklaces, two bracelets and ring all in the correct places with the belt with the scabbard and Kris-sword and Kris-dagger on one side of her. Looking around for a moment while still in the bubble, she saw four long poles that seemed it went deep down to the bottom of the ocean that seemed bottomless. Looking up the poles as they were passing by, the image was blurry since she was still underwater; but they looked vaguely familiar. The heads from seven years ago when she first came to the Harbours. They seemed, well, dead--but also looked like they were just decapitated barely an hour ago. Johnathan knew and how those head came to be never-rotted and posted on these poles. These heads were signals that the Harbours were protected and inactive.

Keeping herself in a sitting position, she grabbed the belt and placed it on her; making sure that the sword and dagger were positioned correctly around her waist. Knowing that she was close enough, she sighed and started to slowly stand up, which made the bubble go closer to the surface of the water. For a bit, Johnathan's hair just floated to the top of the water for a few minutes before she finally the rest of her self rise up from under the water--all but her feet. The water that was soaked into her clothes and on her skin slowly seeped into her skin as if her pores were drinking it. She kept her booted feet under the water; but still within the Air-Bubble, so it seemed like she was floating along the water. Honestly, she thought nothing of it, but seeing the face of the two children who were watching her; it actually made her realise of what Conscious-Jarrod told her about religions.

"Ed? Jayna?"

By the time she called the names of the two children, she was at the shore. The children quickly stood up and practically bum-rushed her to hug her; making all three of them topple to the sand on the shore.

"Lady Nathan!"

"Where have you been?!?"

"I needed to go away. Barely any of ye or the adults wanted I around."

Keeping ahold of the two, she smiled a bit before slowly shifting herself and them to at least a sitting position.

"Does she know?"

"Know what?"

"I don't think so."

"Know what?"

Johnathan watched Ed and Jayna slowly crawl off of her and stood up. Johnathan got into a kneeling position to at least be only a couple of inches shorter than them.

"Please tell I."

The three looked at eachother for a few moments in silence before Jayna broke the ice.

"Including you now, there are only 98 of us left."

"It is now Easter for us. The same exact day as it is outside of the boundaries."

She watched them for a moment, blinking.

"Ye mean, the Port-Town and the Harbours are now caught up with the Outside?"

"Right when we saw your hair, yes."

"But why is there only 97 of ye?"

"It took the adults nearly three months after you left to figure out what the timeline was here. But it was the riots, civil arguments, raids, murders, suicides, poverty and everything else dwindled us down to this."

"The Markets closed down due to the fires. Very few of the businesses are around within the Town. Everyone's been trading, bartering, bribing and even stealing just to survive."

Listening to all of this, and honestly not wanting to believe it, Johnathan slunk down from kneeling to sitting on her legs. Letting the information soak into her brain, she then looked back up to Ed and Jayna.

"So where is e'eryone? And why are ye two here?"

"Some of us are not a big fan of praying."

"Praying?"

"They started to get together and pray in their different ways along the Harbour. About a couple of months ago, with so little of us left; they decided to band together and just be together and pray. Many of the adults took up different religions--but none of them talk bad about each of them of the choice they did."

"Well that is unusual. Are they there now?"

"Yeah. Come on! They'll be glad to see you!"

Johnathan had that look of worry and nervousness, and the children saw it. She then sighed and nodded a bit as she stood up and dusted herself off from the sand. Letting the two children lead the way, it didn't take long for the other children to find out and see for themselves that Johnathan was back. Some of them were so very excited that they came up to her and hugged her as she walked, but some others that just lagged behind and scowled.

It was about five minutes when the rumour of Johnathan returning was spread to the ones who were praying. The majority of them had mixed feelings about this; but once Johnathan got to the Harbours and saw what Ed and Jayna were saying was true; she looked to everyone as much as she could. The majority of them kept silent, but there were whispers here and there. It all died down to deathly silence when Johnathan placed herself in the center of everyone.

"I do not expect or want a warm welcome back. I do not expect or want another raid. I came back fer more reasons than any one of us could e'er imagine. There are many things throughout the se'en years that I ha'e done right and wrong. I am sure the past two-and-a-half was not the brightest of me hey-day. But there are allways deeds and intentions that are chosen for both the right and wrong reasons. That is what makes us ali'e. Not one folk can allways do something right nor do allways something wrong. Lessons ha'e been taught and learned and I am sure there will be more throughout the rest of each of our li'es and beyond. What I am asking of all of ye is not as a protector or sheriff; but as a friend. As a kin. As a teacher. A student. A lo'er and a hater. As a folk of both right and wrong. Find something in yer mind and in yer heart of what ye want. Tell I what is important to each of ye."

There was nearly five minutes of silence before it was Ed who spoke up.

"Safety. I want safety of my life, the Port-Town, and the Harbours."

Johnathan smiled a bit and nodded.

"I want that, as well."

Another voice piped up from within the crowd.

"A surplus economy."

"I want that, as well."

Finally, the silence broke as a good amount of them started to say what they wanted. Johnathan smiled brightly and nodded quite much.

"Yes. I want all of that, as well. Ye see. We all want the same thing. We all want the Harbours and the Port-Town to be the home and location of occupation to be the place we ha'e allways dreamed of. We can all do this together."

A voice, one that Johnathan knew piped up. Miss Plant maneuvered herself to the front and glared at her.

"And how do we know you won't leave us again to fend for ourselves?"

Watching Miss Plant and everyone else, she sighed and shook her head.

"None of us, not e'en meself know of that. All I know is that we need to fight. We need to build. We need to join together to understand our wants for the Harbours and the Port-Town. Yes, it will take a long while and yes there will be some happy moments and harsh moments; but in the end--within these boundaries will be the Port-Town and Harbours that we created, formed and built to our own satisfaction and not what has been here fer generations. Our heritage and ancestry will allways be here no matter how much we change it; for it is the memories, the stories and facts that keeps it 'round here. Now. I am ready to build me home to the wants we all want it as. Who is with I?"

It was the cheering of nearly all of them agreeing what she said. Johnathan knew she would not be able to make everyone agree with her, but she could only hope that they desire one thing in common with her. A new home within the boundaries of the North RhyDin Harbours and its Port-Town.

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The Reconstruction of Life ? Supply, Demand and Expectations

The booths and kiosks of the Harbours were completed, but still empty. Only the reason to that for there was not many wares or produce created, let alone to sell or trade. So, for now, they were left alone. The Port-Town was still under construction and Johnathan felt like she has gone everywhere at once for nearly two weeks. It was the letters from Renne that pushed her on. She wanted the Port-Town to be near completion before he had any intention of arriving.

Throughout the near two weeks, some of the former sellers from the Market area on the Harbours started to travel to sell and trade what little wares were available. During that time, though, they did hire some men to help reconstruct the Port-Town and the Harbours. They also talked about the Port-Town and the Harbours to other travelers and nomads?to possibly persuade them to move and live within the Port-Town. A few families have, bringing the population up from 99 to 107. It was odd to Johnathan that even the folks who were doubtful with the New Port-Town, as they all unofficially-officially called it, stayed along for the ride and even helped out with some of the reconstruction.

There were always a day crew and an evening crew to work on the New Port-Town. The day crew consisted of the hired men outside of the New Port-Town who have been working on the direct construction and re-detailing of the houses and establishments. The proprietors that were still remaining assisted with the rebuilding and redesigning. The females and some of the older teenage girls worked on the farming and looming. Though wanting to help, the younger children still went to school?Johnathan made sure that at least a building was stable and suitable enough for the children to be educated still. The evening crew were a good amount of the men that still lived within the New Port-Town. They continued on where the day crew men left off.

By the end of the first week, everyone got used to the constant noise of the construction areas. There were complaints, but Johnathan explained it was to the benefit of the economy and the population of the New Port-Town that construction is to go continuously. Every Saturday and Sunday, there were days of hardly any construction for Johnathan did demand that those two days would be days of leisure. Some of the folks did continue to work, but at their own choice and pace.

It was nearing midday on a Sunday, Johnathan had been working on roofing with a couple of the other men for a few hours now. At first she heard vague mumblings and murmurs down on the ground, but it was hearing her complete name that caught her attention. Looking down, she saw practically the whole town gather around a courier-man looking up to her with a enveloped letter in hand. She knew Renne would not do the complete name. Climbing down the ladder, she took the letter from the courier-man?who nodded as she took it and left to swim back through the crowd.

Opening the envelope, and read it once through; it was near instant that Johnathan's face contorted in confusion and shock--more of confusion than anything else. She then finally read it out loud to the crowd that were practically on the tip-toes to read over her shoulder.

" 'Ye are recei'ing this letter to inform ye of the May Celebration in RhyDin Proper on April 30th. During which, in time, the May Queen and Her Royal Court shall be announced.

The purpose of the letter is to inform ye of yer nomination of May Queen.

Thank ye,

Johnny Smith' "

It was by then that one question was on everyone's mind--even the ones in RhyDin Proper--as Johnathan slowly looked up to the crowd who listened.

"Who in the Nine Hells would nominate I?"

"We would vote for ya!"

"Yeah, me too!"

"And me! ...If I was old enough."

Hearing the exclamations and the cheers from the crowd, Johnathan could not help but smile brightly.

"Thank ye all, but I do not think citizens who li'e outside the RhyDin Proper boundaries count. Well, I think I need to go back to RhyDin Proper fer a bit. And if I do not win, at the 'ery least I will bring back more supplies for the New Port-Town and the Harbours."

It was the sudden chant of "Lady 'Nathan for May Queen! Lady 'Nathan for May Queen!" that made Johnathan chuckle and turn a bit red as she headed out to her Port-Shack in the Harbours to get ready for her travel back to RhyDin--to take claim of a crown she did not expect.

The Reconstruction of Life ? Windows

Johnathan knew from the start, even before coming to RhyDin City, that this entire May Queen sort was basically a popularity contest. And, obviously for being the outsider, she was not one. Normally, she would give anyone a run for their coins when it came to competitions?but she is even quite sure the only male nominee would be in the court instead of her. The only two benefits to this whole trip was she did purchase more supplies and shipped it to New Port-Town?which should be arriving there in the morning right when the day crew begins. The other benefit was being with Renne. He probably could feel by now that she had absolutely no hope to be the May Queen for RhyDin City, but Johnathan did her best to keep that genuine smile on her face when he was near.

Roaming about the Marketplace often along with her normal areas near the docks, Johnathan kept to herself like she normally did. There were every now and again some of the citizens of the City running up to her to confirm that she was the girl on the portrait card, but none were excited or giddy to meet her. Which, to be honest, was fine with Johnathan. She was never one to be in the spotlight and honestly did not mind being in the background. Sure, in her days of being at sea; she was one of the many captains that were talked about?but she did not mind then either.

It was past mid-day when Johnathan headed out to the beach. The Denubae?the sea-dog demons?were in a lull as the Ocean still whimpered in pain; but held strong. Many of the folks need food?or in some cases blood?to survive. For Johnathan, just being near the Sea and Ocean is what she needed. It was her Human-Half, though, that made her drink said water to survive. She always found it funny. At her age to the Sea-Elvens, she should only look in her mid-teens; but it was the Human-Half that made her seem a smidge older-looking.

Sitting along the sands, brown-leather boots and sheathed criss-sword to the side of her, Johnathan?s bare feet falling deeper into the tide-shifted sand while her arms hugged her legs loosely. Looking out to the Sea and the cloudy skies, she kept quiet and to herself. Feeling the frog-charm glow a soft blue colour, she blinked as she knew who was there.

?What is me conscious telling I now??

?I don?t know. I just simply came here to haunt ya.?

Johnathan blinked at that. Slowly looking over to her left, it was still Jarrod, all of him?even his Southern-like accent.

?I thought ghosts only haunted fer they ha?e unfinished business.?

?Oh, I do. I already know what it is and strangely it has nothing to do with ya?well, not completely.?

?Not completely??

?Renne.?

Johnathan glared up at him at that.

?Is it necessary to explain what happened with ye? And why on Beltane??

?It seemed appropriate, with what we could have been and all. I can?t tell ya what it is about, but ya may need to act out as my medium if necessary. And what is this thing about ya and possibly being the May Queen??

Johnathan snorted at that and gave a ?don?t ask? kind of look. Speaking of don?t ask?if anyone were happen to pass by along the beach and did see Johnathan; unless they were able to have that ability to see or feel the presence of the dead, it would seem Johnathan was talking to herself. However, to the folks who can, the look would be a mirage-type of a man about in his mid-thirties, feathered-and-yet-slicked back light-brown hair wearing a soft-blue-almost-white suit with a blood-red undershirt. The olive-green eyes watched Johnathan curiously.

?Something that I will ne?er be ?round here.?

?That?s not the Johnathan I know, just to give up that easily. Come on, who was-is??

Jarrod paused for a moment and had a confused look on his face.

??is-was? Will-be-but-already-was? Anyway, ya helped out that dark-colored gent to become President of that American Country and there were so many protests both for and against him. And who fought a battle ya knew would lose in the end? And who stood by the little blue creature of a trial that went cold? Hell, even went through the Tundras to find him.?

Johnathan blinked as she kept a serious and yet sincere look upon her face.

?Ye remember and know of the different li?es??

?All the ones I actually lived in, yes. And no, I didn?t die of a broken heart if that?s what ya?re thinkin?. It was my time and I accepted it. All I care is to see that ya are being treated that any beautiful lady should, and I believe that Renne is the right creature of choice to do so. Hell, I would have asked ya to be my May Queen?with the permission from Renne?when ya visited where I came from.?

Jarrod was the only Humanoid-type of folk to actually get Johnathan to blush. Smiling softly, she watched him for a moment before looking back out to the Sea.

?Stay and watch the Oceans with I, please??

They both knew they could not touch; but Jarrod did drift over as close to her as possible; yearning to hold her and yet knew he could not. It was strange, to Johnathan that a man she cared about nearly as equally as Renne was sitting right next to her; but it seemed there was an invisible barrier. Her mind drifted back to the memories that once were and yet have not become. Like watching a world through a window.