2024-07-06 - [4.5] Lift Every Voice

Xijemynth is the taste of salt in the air, the swift breeze blowing in from the coast, the sand bracing and molding itself around your feet. She is the wave speckled with seafoam, and light glittering atop the waves. She is also the sting of saltwater in a fresh cut – sharp and immediate. She is the last grain of sand gritting against your skin. The final safe harbor before departing into the vast unknown.

Her mind can be… an acquired taste for some. There is an almost bitter note to it upon first contact, one that she doesn’t bother to hide. If you can’t withstand that then she doesn’t want you around anyway. If she actively dislikes you, then expect a rush of saltwater up the nose, complete with eye watering burn.

Thankfully, it’s rare that she reaches for that right out of the gate. Far more typical is the shore greeting. Soft, relaxing waves and an inviting stretch of sand. Seashells and rock pools teeming with life, puddles just waiting to be splashed in. Friends are beckoned with the call of hearth and home, invited to walk between narrow, well-lit pathways beyond the sandbar. True, honest companions are invited to sit around a vibrant table, sheltered from the harshest of roiling seas and winter storms.

The actual tone of Xijemynth’s voice is neutral to pleasant. It has a clear feminine quality, with a slight depth to it that some may find mature or alluring. It has a tendency to linger, like an echo of something heard below the waves. If she’s angry her voice sharpens, like the piercing cry of a seabird.