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Post by Eric Grimm on Jun 18, 2012 23:23:39 GMT -5
Eric sat on the rocks on the shoreline of the lake in the first clearing off the west side of the castle. It was't the ocean, but it was the closest to the ocean he could come while he was at the academy. He liked attending WDA, but he missed his days at sea. Every holiday, the Grimms would dock the ship and he could spend time at the sea, the only place where he felt his parents' presence at all. He couldn't remember what they were like, considering he was only two when they died, but he knew he felt their spirits while he was on the water. During the summer, the Grimms took him out to sea and he felt even more connected to him.
But for now, the closest he could get to the open sea was the lake here in the 100 Acre Wood. He sat on one of the large boulders beside the calm water and played his flute. It was the only thing he had that belonged to his father. They didn't have any posessions, beyond the cruiseline, but he didn't inherit that until Quimby passed. But he didn't want that to happen. He loved Quimby as a father and wanted him around for a very long time. He wasn't about to wish time away by wanting to be captain of their cruiseline just yet if it meant losing Quimby.
The melody he played wasn't a sad one and he wasn't thinking about his parents. He was actually thinking about the mermaid who had pulled him from the water when he was two. There was a melody he played when he thought about her, and it always reminded him of her whenever he played it. It was a beautiful melody, and to some extent, he was sure it had lyrics, lyrics that conveyed longing and hopefulness, but he didn't know the lyrics. He only knew the melody. He knew it by heart and it was one of his favorite to play on the flute. It was something he could never tire of.
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