Show me the way to solve your sorrows
The Smithy
After Dark, Thursday June 25th
It’s after dark by the time I leave Galss and Mab in the café, I’m not sure if it’s too late or not, but thoughts of Cain’s invitation, request that I visit him, come to mind, "Kaeli, my smithy is at the end of Main Street on the river's edge. Come and see me soon, will you?" I saw, rather heard, the smithy next door when I entered the café.
“Well it’s a good as time as any, I suppose.” Not that I don’t want to visit, Cain has an unusual almost unshakable calm about him that was nice to be around. But there was a strange undercurrent to our previous conversation the other night,that left me both curious and apprehensive. He looked and spoke to me as if he knew me, knew things that even I myself didn’t.
The two people most would think the least likely to accept oddness are the one’s who have shown me the most kindness,the thought makes me smile. As I approach the smithy, I notice one of the sliding doors is open, but there are not any lights on. There aren’t any lights anywhere. I haven’t been in Excolo so long that no electricity strikes me as odd, it’s rather nice, almost like home, I think to myself.
The shop appears empty, which I wonder at, but then deciding it is dinner time, he’ll probably return soon, hopefully. I go inside the shop figuring I'll wait inside.
I breathe in the smells of fire, leather, metal, and wood mixing together in the wind, reminding me of my childhood, when my mother was busy I was often left in the care of my mother’s friend, who was wife to the blacksmith. Her daughter and I would run around the shop playing, until we were scolded for being careless around hot objects.
I also hear the river running lazily by, I go to the right side of the shop and look out, there are some trees and the river, how wonderful. I decide it’s the perfect place to wait and not be bothered. The sky is cloudy which is unfortunate as I don’t spend much time outside at night.
The wind makes my long skirt dance around my ankles. I am only wearing a camisole under my sweater, which I button halfway up, but it’s doing well to keep the chill away. I slip off my shoes and sit by the river, feeling the grass between my toes and the wind like fingers running through my hair, remembering a time when things were far less complicated, mixed with a feeling that they will never be that way again.
For a moment I wonder if I should wait out front, as I’m sure most wouldn’t think to look out here for an unannounced guest.
But somehow I know he’ll find me, so I stay where I am, enjoying the night for the first time in as long as I can remember.
[Open to Cain]
[closed]
After Dark, Thursday June 25th
It’s after dark by the time I leave Galss and Mab in the café, I’m not sure if it’s too late or not, but thoughts of Cain’s invitation, request that I visit him, come to mind, "Kaeli, my smithy is at the end of Main Street on the river's edge. Come and see me soon, will you?" I saw, rather heard, the smithy next door when I entered the café.
“Well it’s a good as time as any, I suppose.” Not that I don’t want to visit, Cain has an unusual almost unshakable calm about him that was nice to be around. But there was a strange undercurrent to our previous conversation the other night,that left me both curious and apprehensive. He looked and spoke to me as if he knew me, knew things that even I myself didn’t.
The two people most would think the least likely to accept oddness are the one’s who have shown me the most kindness,the thought makes me smile. As I approach the smithy, I notice one of the sliding doors is open, but there are not any lights on. There aren’t any lights anywhere. I haven’t been in Excolo so long that no electricity strikes me as odd, it’s rather nice, almost like home, I think to myself.
The shop appears empty, which I wonder at, but then deciding it is dinner time, he’ll probably return soon, hopefully. I go inside the shop figuring I'll wait inside.
I breathe in the smells of fire, leather, metal, and wood mixing together in the wind, reminding me of my childhood, when my mother was busy I was often left in the care of my mother’s friend, who was wife to the blacksmith. Her daughter and I would run around the shop playing, until we were scolded for being careless around hot objects.
I also hear the river running lazily by, I go to the right side of the shop and look out, there are some trees and the river, how wonderful. I decide it’s the perfect place to wait and not be bothered. The sky is cloudy which is unfortunate as I don’t spend much time outside at night.
The wind makes my long skirt dance around my ankles. I am only wearing a camisole under my sweater, which I button halfway up, but it’s doing well to keep the chill away. I slip off my shoes and sit by the river, feeling the grass between my toes and the wind like fingers running through my hair, remembering a time when things were far less complicated, mixed with a feeling that they will never be that way again.
For a moment I wonder if I should wait out front, as I’m sure most wouldn’t think to look out here for an unannounced guest.
But somehow I know he’ll find me, so I stay where I am, enjoying the night for the first time in as long as I can remember.
[Open to Cain]
[closed]