A Better World

Now that the seas could breathe once more, certain things, question marks, unsolved issues.

The People of Mer said, we don’t want you here any time soon, go hence from our seas and never darken our cave doors again. The enchantment in breathing is done and you will drown unless you quit this place immediatement.

The Woman that was Blue felt the breath unbreathable, and was about to lose her knowing when the great arms of her friend Olivia Morpheus swept her up to took her to the surface of the lake, where they could enjoy the salt air on her face once more.

The Blue Ship was there found, unenchanted now and plain, with her beloved the Blue Knight who, with Ser Constance and Vivainne, had awaited her return, ill at ease.

The sea, with small waves playing and some gulls crossing above in search of a chancey meal. Was so big the sea, too hard on the imagination. One felt that one must look away than be consummed by its mystery depths. One must cleave to the safest shores and look to land as one’s home. Few people can cut the strings of it and sail out upon its mighty back, alone and insecure, out of sight and out of mind.

The Crew of the Blue Ship, now reunited, set for shore. Unwelcome even where they had made Quest for the People of Mer. They now had the unenchantment that they had so required. When they stepped upon the hard earth, this in time no longer would their memories be as a blank page, in a book of blank pages. They could go to and about their quests once more, and so they came to a parley upon the rocky shore, where their white pavilions held court, bright in the sunshine, with wine there and some food.

When in drinking the wine, they was some talk of war and peace, also some talk of food and what was its best, also questing and why it should be. They talked of wild pigs, music, round objects on the road, foul water, sweet pickings, fine folk and master crafts people, warm hats, fancy hats, paths in the undergrowth, wild flowers sprung in winter snow, cliff walks at the weekend, ice cream, the interplay of birds about the sky, the watching of dew drops falling from a leaf that seemed slow, the snap of an icicle and the crunch of snow underfoot, the crunch of toasted bread in the teeth, the teeth of a wind, rain on the face and sun on the back. They talked of castles and how mighty they may be, they talked of weapons, and which might be the most productive in the slaughter of a ravening monster. They talked of trousers, and which might be the most comfortable in the saddle. They talked of love and friendship and regard and kindness and honour.

Then the Blue Knights said, We, my beloved and I, shall return to the City of Az where I have sworn my efforts to the good. I have stories to tell the children and we might have children to teach us. The Blue Woman was set by this time to enter the greatest Quest of motherhood and the Blue Knight had sworn to be a stay-at-home Knight and care for the infant, whilst the Blue Woman Knight might roam the adventurous forests, subduing slathering beasts for their unjust and scary actions.

Ser Constance and Vivainne Desegur intended to depart for their home castle once more, whilst being sensible to any requests for questing along their pathe. Always striving for the world to be a better world and the peoples lives to come to a just and prosperous place. That the ordinary men and women might have a safe place without hunger and cold, but with an improvement in education and healthcare.