Sorrow and grief had driven Ocarern out of Arca. For at least a month now he had just wandered from place to place, numb and unfeeling inside. He ended up heading west, towards the sea. Ever since he had been a child, Ocarern had wanted nothing more than to see the rolling waves and feel the sand beneath his feet. When he at last arrived, his heart lifted slightly before the pain of loss overwhelmed him once more.
Listlessly he wandered around the beach, never paying much mind to his surroundings. As he neared a particular outcrop of rocks, he began to hear a voice floating on the wind. Looking up, his eyes searched for the source, his wiggling ears were picking up. Curious he slunk in the direction of the singing, marveling at its beauty. 'A fishwoman?' he thought, cocking his head to the side.
He settled down on a rock a ways behind her, listening and feeling his heart break all over again. The song was both balm and and a poison to his fragile state of being. 'She sounds like her. She reminds me of her. I can never escape her, even now so far from...home.' Ocarern's ears drooped and his eyes welled with a month's worth of unshed tears. Without thinking, his fingers reached for his belt and pulled out a wooden flute, the flute he had made for her. Slowly he placed the instrument to his lips. On the downbeat he joined the nameless woman's song.
The flutes notes rose and fell in sync with the mermaid's. While Ocarern did not know the song it was as if his fingers were tied to her vocal chords, causing them to hit the same notes. He glanced down at his hands seeing a misty blue aura around them. 'I miss her,' was his last thought before tears blurred his vision. A shrieking note escaped the sweet instrument as he ripped it from his lips, sniffling and bowing his head.