delivering the letters

Reaching the edge of the ocean, Darque's face is grim, her heart breaking all over again. From seeing her face, you wouldn't think she ever had a family, that she even experienced the joys of all the ins and outs of intimacy. That line, broken long ago, has never shown in her eyes since. She reaches into her trench and pulls out the two bottles and stares gingerly at them. She stares a few moments into the glassy waters, the sun glaring off the surface. Since they left, she often would write letters to them. She knew they would never read them, but it felt better than praying to their deaf ears. She sighs, kissing the bottle, and lifts the bottle for her husband. She throws it with such force that it flies out of sight before hitting the water. Then it was her son's turn. "My dear Ramsin, listen to your father. He will guide you and soon we will be reunited." Her face is warm from the hidden tears and ached from her broken heart. She lifts his bottle and throws it with the same force, hoping that it would reach the other bottle and stay with it. She puts her hands to her face and falls to her knees, letting everything come out that she had kept hidden for so long. When she finishes, she sits down and crosses her legs, staring at the waters, lost in thought.

After a while, she snaps back to reality and finds her face wet with tears. Wiping her face with her gloved hand, she places her hands on the ground and pushes herself up. She looks out to sea for a moment longer, then sighs and turns around to head back to the tavern. She places her hand in her satchel, turning the leather bound hair locks with her hand; feeling her family with her still. She smiles weakly at first, but as she reaches town and "civilization" her face hardens and she once more becomes Darque and not Katrine.