Coraline: The Memory of a Flame
What can a flame remember? If it remembers too much, it goes out. If it remembers too little, it goes out. If only it can teach us, while it burns, how to remember.
Coraline, my latest BG II character, and an interesting dichotomy. Elven, but raised in human lands by a human, indoctrinated into the faith of Lathander, a deity of the human pantheon. A priestess of the god of youth and renewal and creativity, yet with the blood of the God of Murder in her veins.
Thanks to the BG 1 NPC Project and the Kivan of Shilmista mod, she has been quietly nursing an unrequited love for everyone's favourite stoic elf archer since their encounter at High Hedge. Her journal entries sound fairly teary and angst-ridden, containing an inordinate number of Kivan references. Which is only to be expected, I think. People (or at least I do) tend to write more journal entries when they're feeling sad. When you're happy, it's enough just to drink of the joy of the moment – who has time to mess around with parchment and ink at a time like this?
The 'memory of a flame' refers to Kivan still mourning his dead wife, Deheriana. There are moments when Coraline wishes she could just blow out the flame, erase it from existence. But the rest of the time, she knows that without it, Kivan wouldn't be Kivan. And deep down, in spite of everything she wouldn't have it any other way.
The story so far:
A Star Shines on the Hour of Our Meeting
A Second Shade from the Past
The Price of a Question
The Fate of Eavesdroppers
Coraline, my latest BG II character, and an interesting dichotomy. Elven, but raised in human lands by a human, indoctrinated into the faith of Lathander, a deity of the human pantheon. A priestess of the god of youth and renewal and creativity, yet with the blood of the God of Murder in her veins.
Thanks to the BG 1 NPC Project and the Kivan of Shilmista mod, she has been quietly nursing an unrequited love for everyone's favourite stoic elf archer since their encounter at High Hedge. Her journal entries sound fairly teary and angst-ridden, containing an inordinate number of Kivan references. Which is only to be expected, I think. People (or at least I do) tend to write more journal entries when they're feeling sad. When you're happy, it's enough just to drink of the joy of the moment – who has time to mess around with parchment and ink at a time like this?
The 'memory of a flame' refers to Kivan still mourning his dead wife, Deheriana. There are moments when Coraline wishes she could just blow out the flame, erase it from existence. But the rest of the time, she knows that without it, Kivan wouldn't be Kivan. And deep down, in spite of everything she wouldn't have it any other way.
The story so far:
A Star Shines on the Hour of Our Meeting
A Second Shade from the Past
The Price of a Question
The Fate of Eavesdroppers