Arwen & GrimTide
GrimTide
I found a worn ledger page that names a vanished fleet and a ritual called the Song of the Vanished Sails. Have you heard of that?
Arwen
I have heard whispers of it in the wind that carries old songs across the sea, a memory of a fleet that slipped into mist. The Song of the Vanished Sails is said to calm the restless waves and honor the lost. Do you have more of the ledger, or perhaps a fragment of the chant itself?
GrimTide
I have a hand‑written margin from the ledger that reads:
“When the sky turns gray, the wind sighs and the hulls drift; we sing,
‘O sea, receive our lost,’ and the waves soften as if in mourning.”
The chant itself is a low, repeating verse, like a lullaby:
“Whisper, wind, the name of the vanished—
Hold them in the tide, keep them safe in the dark.”
It’s all the little lines left on paper, but that’s all I have.
Arwen
It feels like a gentle echo from a long‑gone voyage, a lullaby wrapped in wind and sea.
If you’d like, I can help you read the rhythm, hum the verses together, and see what peace it brings. Sometimes the quietest lines carry the strongest healing.
GrimTide
Thanks, but I’m not sure if humming will change anything. I’ll sit and listen, but I’ll keep my thoughts to myself.