MEMORY SHARE: 12 OF BEETROOT EVENT (May)

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JEMA'GRETHY MEMORY SHARE

The caves of Jema'grethy will allow for a few different ways for memories to be interacted with. But for most, such as those entering in bonds, it will be seen like a vision in their head, putting them in the position and perspective of whose memory it is.

For people sharing bond memories, and also memories being shared while moving through the Memory Cave, this is the spot to place said memories! It's not necessary if you'd like to write it during the thread, but hopefully convenient for others. Just make a toplevel with your character's name in the header, and remember to include any content warnings thereafter for each memory, as applicable!

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Second Memory: Positive - Arisa Drumist

[redprayer]

“Red Priest!”

It’s a woman’s voice, and not one you recognize. Out of everyone who’s come to see you today though, she stands out by her relatively chipper-if nervous- tone of voice, and when she comes a little closer you can hear something breathing in her arms. Probably an infant or maybe an animal, but not one in poor health.

“Hello,” you say. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“My name is Meredith, Meredith Drumist. Do you remember me?”

You do not, and it presumably shows on your face, since she goes on to elaborate, “My father took me to see you several years ago when I was very ill. None of the healers in our village had been able to help me, but you- you saved my life, sir.”

Unfortunately, that doesn’t narrow it down very much. You can think of several cases of ‘very ill’ young women who you’d treated successfully over the past ten or so years- girls with terrible infections, one who could barely breathe around a tumor in her lung, several whose pregnancies had gone horribly wrong, and so forth. You wonder if this woman would be offended if you asked a few more questions about what, exactly, had made her so ill.

Deciding not to risk it, you merely say, “I am glad I was able to be of some use. Have you been well, Meredith?”

“Yes! After I was cured I spent a while just focusing on getting better, then I started working with my cousin at the brewery, and that’s where I met Julius,” Meredith babbles. It’s somewhere between flattering and embarrassing, how eager she is to relay all this to you.

The thing in her arms makes fussing noises that you recognize as those of an infant, and Meredith takes a moment to soothe it.

“And then, last summer,” she continues, “We had Arisa! Here baby,” she holds the child out towards you, “Say hello to Rezo, the Red Priest. You wouldn’t have been born if it weren’t for him, you know.”

…Oh.

You hadn’t thought about it like that.

You slowly stretch your hand out, your fingertips brushing a small, soft head, radiating warmth.

“Hello, Arisa,” you say. You speak with utmost seriousness, but you can’t keep yourself from smiling. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Ah.” Arisa fusses some more, evidently not keen on being touched by a stranger, even one who her mother seems to think is very important, so you withdraw your hand, but you still feel a warm glow lighting you up from within- a glow that will persist even after Meredith and Arisa say goodbye, and well into the rest of the day.