Hydromancer Soran of the Psychic Leap

He was a born a blue

“He was born a blue. Soran’s path was chosen for him,” Bromley reminded his wife.

Nurgada stood in front of the home where she was born and stared at the horizon. The purple hues faded downwards from light to dark as they melted into the field of heather. A lone tear streaked down her face.

“You really didn’t think Soran would come, did you?” Bromley asked as he walked up, wiped away the tear and then put his arms around her. “You shouldn’t expect what can’t be.”

“Part of me always thinks he’ll show up,” she replied.

Nurgada pressed her head on his shoulders and wept. They stood there until darkness joined the hug and then the coldness sent them inside.

Early the next morning Nurgada went into her mom’s garden and dug up several snapdragon plants. She gently tucked them into a basket along with a trowel and headed out into the heath.

The sun began to dry the mist that hung in the air and as it did it revealed a figure standing at her parents grave. Nurgada’s face flushed as she blurted out, “What are you doing here?”

Soran slowly turned around and tipped his blue hat and replied, “Hi Nurgada.”

“The funeral was yesterday. You missed it just like you have missed everything,” she exclaimed.

“I came because he was my father too.”

Her hands clutched the handle on the basked tighter and she shouted, “You’re a day late.”

Stepping closer Soran said, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t make it any sooner.”

“Why?”

Soran shook his head and exhailed, “I can’t tell you. Maybe someday I can.”

“Are you going to stay?”

“No,” he answered.

“When will you be back?”

Soran glanced back to his parents grave and sighed, “I see you picked snapdragons.”

“I came here to plant them around their grave and sing them a song,” Nurgada said as she walked forward.

Moving out of her way, Soran studied his sister and childhood memories washed over him.

Kneeling down, Nurgada took the trowel and stuck it into the ground.

“You know Galatea looks like mom…time will tell if it’s a curse or a blessing.”

Dropping the trowel Nurgada spun around, “What, when did you see Galatea?”

Her brother was gone. She was talking to the wind.

Entered by: 0x6548…C21d and preserved on chain (see transaction)