Jan 18, 2025 5:02 am
Preface: CherokeeWind passed away peacefully with family and friends as a result of her struggles with cancer.
Wow. All I can say is wow. Never would I have thought I would have developed such a deep connection with someone who played online RPGs with me. She was a genuine, compassionate and caring person. Even as she struggled with her health she would try to help me in my petty struggles. She played games as if they were stories and drew you in to the worlds you created together. She thought way outside of any box I’d ever imagine and turn a game in a way no one could expect. It pains me to know that our stories will never be finished. I’ll always wonder what would have happened next, what she would have done to color the world and changed the trajectory of a game.
Reflecting, I think this scene of one of our character interactions is also completely true of CherokeeWind.
Bells, I have something for you…
Zin pulls a carefully wrapped package from inside his cloak and hands it to Bells. Inside the simple cloth wrapping is vibrant pink fairy glove.
It is a fairy glove. They grow in the mountains near my home… It reminded me of you, do you see? The flowers are all shaped like tiny bells. Each bell is so colorful and beautiful on the outside. Inside… Zin reaches across and gently lifts a petal of the flower … inside, is a different kind of beauty with its spots and imperfections. But the best part of this flower, the part that reminds me the most of you… is in its nature. Zin carefully lifts the flower spike and holds it upright You see the flowers of the fairy glove are not like most flowers. Most flowers open upward, asking… Zin gestures with his free hand showing an open flower facing the sky …begging for birds or bees to come and drink from them. The fairy glove points it’s flowers down… It means that any bird or bee that seeks its nectar is forced to change its perspective, to come from below. I imagine that is a shock to birds that are always looking down on the world to suddenly look up and see the half of the world they were missing. That is why the fairy glove reminds me of you. Through your kindness and the joy, care and concern you try to bring to all those you meet, you force those around you to a new perspective… one that has showed ME a world I was missing… one that is so much more vibrant and colorful than I ever could have imagined. And I wanted to thank you… Bells the Bard… at those words Zinvaris stands and gives a dramatic bow. When he comes out of the bow a peaceful smile rests on his scarred face. He gently reaches over and places the fairy glove back on the wrapping.
Thank you for giving me new perspectives and creating games that extended beyond a game. They wrote treasured memories on my heart. I will miss CherokeeWind. A true friend.
Wow. All I can say is wow. Never would I have thought I would have developed such a deep connection with someone who played online RPGs with me. She was a genuine, compassionate and caring person. Even as she struggled with her health she would try to help me in my petty struggles. She played games as if they were stories and drew you in to the worlds you created together. She thought way outside of any box I’d ever imagine and turn a game in a way no one could expect. It pains me to know that our stories will never be finished. I’ll always wonder what would have happened next, what she would have done to color the world and changed the trajectory of a game.
Reflecting, I think this scene of one of our character interactions is also completely true of CherokeeWind.
Bells, I have something for you…
Zin pulls a carefully wrapped package from inside his cloak and hands it to Bells. Inside the simple cloth wrapping is vibrant pink fairy glove.
It is a fairy glove. They grow in the mountains near my home… It reminded me of you, do you see? The flowers are all shaped like tiny bells. Each bell is so colorful and beautiful on the outside. Inside… Zin reaches across and gently lifts a petal of the flower … inside, is a different kind of beauty with its spots and imperfections. But the best part of this flower, the part that reminds me the most of you… is in its nature. Zin carefully lifts the flower spike and holds it upright You see the flowers of the fairy glove are not like most flowers. Most flowers open upward, asking… Zin gestures with his free hand showing an open flower facing the sky …begging for birds or bees to come and drink from them. The fairy glove points it’s flowers down… It means that any bird or bee that seeks its nectar is forced to change its perspective, to come from below. I imagine that is a shock to birds that are always looking down on the world to suddenly look up and see the half of the world they were missing. That is why the fairy glove reminds me of you. Through your kindness and the joy, care and concern you try to bring to all those you meet, you force those around you to a new perspective… one that has showed ME a world I was missing… one that is so much more vibrant and colorful than I ever could have imagined. And I wanted to thank you… Bells the Bard… at those words Zinvaris stands and gives a dramatic bow. When he comes out of the bow a peaceful smile rests on his scarred face. He gently reaches over and places the fairy glove back on the wrapping.
Thank you for giving me new perspectives and creating games that extended beyond a game. They wrote treasured memories on my heart. I will miss CherokeeWind. A true friend.
