"I can't say that I knew them well, or that they were my friends, but they were much more than strangers. They are the only ones I can tolerate. No, I didn't say that right, did I?" So'kein sighed and rubbed her brow. Her head was clouded. "Its no matter. They're all dead now. Its been so long...I left them on the beach, like a coward. It must have been two years ago now." It hurt to talk about.

The rum in her glass stared up at her, attempting to keep her company, yet it could only do so much. Her world had changed again. And on top of that, she was down to the last swallow of [I]comfort[/I] that she usually kept tucked away in her chest for safe keeping.

So'kein looked up at her companion. "Its alright luv, don't cry over it." She patted the mans back. He sat there with one hand over his face, weeping with great sorrow. "They fought well and died well." She nodded. "A toast then." She had decided, after looking down again at the last swallow of rum. She hadn't yet known the man long enough to acquire his name. But of course, her mind had quickly supplemented one for him. "You're a good friend Bob. To friendship."

Bob wasn't doing so well. In reality, Bob was only a statute. But he had not been turned that way, in some sort of wicked spell. No, Bob had always been a statue. The reality of that fact was still, sinking in for So'kein. Considering she had already been talking with him for about an hour now, it may never quite sink in. It wouldn't be too surprising if she never realized it though, for you see, So'kein didn't exactly live within the boundaries of that odd thing called "reality."

As she raised her glass to toast, she tapped it upon the top of his head, with just enough force to shatter it as she did. The noise echoed loudly into the silence of the night. "Damn it Bob." She looked at her last bit of rum, forever lost, and then back up to Bob. Reality decided to catch up with her this time, as she started into that ever unchanging face of stone. But now that she realized she had been holding a conversation with this inanimate object for so long, she wasn't quite sure what the generally accepted behavior for [I]ending[/I] a conversation with an inanimate object was. So, of course, she panicked. He had broken her glass after all. "How dare you!" She suddenly shouted at the statute much louder than she intended. "You owe me Bob. After all I've done for you! I never want to see you again. Stay out of my life Bob, I mean it this time." She then looked around hastily, paranoid that someone had heard her rantings. Quickly grabbing up her chest, waking Rin as she tossed him off of it, she then rushed off to find her usual spot to sleep.

Here she was, in the Kel'dian village, these people were supposed to be her family, although if only of a somewhat distant relation. Yet, she had gained no friends here, and had no place to stay. It didn't feel like home. Sure, everyone seemed welcoming, especially to someone from their own kind, but they all knew she was different. She could feel the way they looked down on her, and stared as she passed. In the actual line of time she had been staying here a few days now. Though in her own time line--she had no idea how long, or why she was here. And despite all of her tall tales, it had been nowhere near two years since she had escaped the pirate attack on the beach, and left her companions behind. It had barely been a week.

As she walked on through the night, she pulled out the busted pocket watch she still carried to gaze at it a moment. She had found it on that wrecked and ransacked ship. But somehow it felt important. "It feels like its him." She explained to Rin. "Like, his spirit is in it." She shook her head and sighed. For a moment she walked on in silence. Her mind was haunted by the one encounter she had since she had been in the village. An elder elf, he had spoken as though he knew exactly who she was. His words stuck in her mind still. [I]Your father is not the man you thought him to be.[/I] She cursed the elder under her breath. Rin looked up at her curiously. "What I meant was, the way I feel when I hold this watch, was the same way I felt every time he came home." [I]Wow.[/I] That was a really coherent thought. She had actually been able to describe the feeling exactly as she felt it and yet…[I]It still doesn't make any sense.[/I] She thought to herself, her mind then filled with conflicted thoughts. [I]This is just some random piece of junk.[/I]

"He's dead." She said aloud, her words struck the still night air as harshly as she had spoken them. A chill crawled up her spine. "He's dead."