Marsters, I look forward to meeting and speaking with you!
K'Tarn, I would be glad to share a little memory with you!
In my youth, I was far spryer in my younger days than I am now, and I would love to go swimming. On warm summer days, I would go out to the river and creeks near my home to dart through the water. The water was always so sparklingly clear and beautiful, and one day, I decided to see if I could find anything in the sand at the bottom of the river. Treasure hunting was always so exciting. I mean, I typically never really found much more than broken bottles, interestingly-shaped stones, and the occasional broken piece of a weapon, but it was still entertaining nonetheless.
That day wasn’t too different from all the others on the treasure-hunting front. I raked my arms through the smooth sand at the bottom of the river, but I only just found some interesting shells. I was so focused on feeling around in the sand that I wasn’t paying attention to what else might have been in the river. A huge eel, jet black and nearly ten feet long, was gliding its way down the river toward me, but I didn’t realize it until mere seconds before it was upon me. Fear pulsed through my heart at the sight of the thing, and as I saw it open its vicious maw, I propelled myself up toward the surface as fast as I could.
But I wasn’t quite quick enough. The eel managed to snare the side of my leg on the tip of its teeth, and I could feel the pain of it rip up through my body. The pair of us thrashed around, and to my relief, I managed to wriggle free from its toothy grasp. I flailed madly, trying to reach the shore, and as I flung myself out of the water onto the smooth sand, the horrid creature sailed away down into the depths of the river and out of sight.
I lay for a while on the side of the river, thoroughly exhausted from the struggle and with my bleeding leg throbbing and aching, and soon a young woman came down to the river with fishing supplies. She was dressed in leather and fur, one of the people of the tribe that dwelt near the river. She saw me, and came closer to see what the matter was. I asked her to please help my bleeding, and without another word, she helped bind my leg with some cloth. Once I was bandaged, we sat for a long time on the beach speaking to one another, and we really bonded. She understood me so well, I understood her even better, and she even said that one day, she would find and kill that lousy eel for me! Even back then, I loved to hear the stories and memories of others, and I learned all about her tribe, what their customs were, and the great stories of what her people had done throughout the years. It was wondrous, and we became inseparable friends for the next few years, though she never did actually find that eel.
To this day, I am not fond of rivers. My leg has long since healed from the wound of the eel’s bite, but I do not swim much anymore, out of some lingering fear of what hides in the water’s depths. However, I still think back to that day with fondness and delight, and thank fate for that vicious eel. Without it, I never would have met the wonderful girl that became my friend.
How was that, K'Tarn? That is one of my favorite memories, one of those that warms me inside whenever I think of it. Anyone else have any memories like that? Ones that make you smile with contentment as they enter your mind? Tell us! We'd love to hear them!
- Divirian
K'Tarn, I would be glad to share a little memory with you!
In my youth, I was far spryer in my younger days than I am now, and I would love to go swimming. On warm summer days, I would go out to the river and creeks near my home to dart through the water. The water was always so sparklingly clear and beautiful, and one day, I decided to see if I could find anything in the sand at the bottom of the river. Treasure hunting was always so exciting. I mean, I typically never really found much more than broken bottles, interestingly-shaped stones, and the occasional broken piece of a weapon, but it was still entertaining nonetheless.
That day wasn’t too different from all the others on the treasure-hunting front. I raked my arms through the smooth sand at the bottom of the river, but I only just found some interesting shells. I was so focused on feeling around in the sand that I wasn’t paying attention to what else might have been in the river. A huge eel, jet black and nearly ten feet long, was gliding its way down the river toward me, but I didn’t realize it until mere seconds before it was upon me. Fear pulsed through my heart at the sight of the thing, and as I saw it open its vicious maw, I propelled myself up toward the surface as fast as I could.
But I wasn’t quite quick enough. The eel managed to snare the side of my leg on the tip of its teeth, and I could feel the pain of it rip up through my body. The pair of us thrashed around, and to my relief, I managed to wriggle free from its toothy grasp. I flailed madly, trying to reach the shore, and as I flung myself out of the water onto the smooth sand, the horrid creature sailed away down into the depths of the river and out of sight.
I lay for a while on the side of the river, thoroughly exhausted from the struggle and with my bleeding leg throbbing and aching, and soon a young woman came down to the river with fishing supplies. She was dressed in leather and fur, one of the people of the tribe that dwelt near the river. She saw me, and came closer to see what the matter was. I asked her to please help my bleeding, and without another word, she helped bind my leg with some cloth. Once I was bandaged, we sat for a long time on the beach speaking to one another, and we really bonded. She understood me so well, I understood her even better, and she even said that one day, she would find and kill that lousy eel for me! Even back then, I loved to hear the stories and memories of others, and I learned all about her tribe, what their customs were, and the great stories of what her people had done throughout the years. It was wondrous, and we became inseparable friends for the next few years, though she never did actually find that eel.
To this day, I am not fond of rivers. My leg has long since healed from the wound of the eel’s bite, but I do not swim much anymore, out of some lingering fear of what hides in the water’s depths. However, I still think back to that day with fondness and delight, and thank fate for that vicious eel. Without it, I never would have met the wonderful girl that became my friend.
How was that, K'Tarn? That is one of my favorite memories, one of those that warms me inside whenever I think of it. Anyone else have any memories like that? Ones that make you smile with contentment as they enter your mind? Tell us! We'd love to hear them!
- Divirian
