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Been a week or two and really no thing's all too bad. Life is alright, no real downs. True to his word Janson got me a roof over my head. If it was just only that. Small one room apartment if you wish to call it that. Rotating next to a shack running water at least twice so far this week- I feel lucky. We, My neighbors and I linger so high above the ground if there were some large monster attack, like the apparent “Dragon” a few years back, we're sure to be the first to go. That's why these rooms are only 100 gill a month. That and the walls are so thin it's like you;re sleeping onto of a neighbor. The Winds up here are fierce, blowing so hard in desperation to get it.
Funny what triggers memories, even the most random of them.
I remember when I was 5 there was a terrible storm blowing over the valley and I, as all 5 year olds, was terrified. The wind howled against our little shack, it barely had the strength to stand on it's own. Yet by Hynes hand it stayed upright, moaning and groaning against the winds stubborn push. I called out for Mother, fearful of what may lurk in the shadow sof a child mind.
As all good mothers Do, she was beside me with a flickering Candle. When I pointed out the wind she laughed.
“Oh Angeal, my little Angel, that's just the wind wining to get in. Do you think the wind is particular warm? No jacket and no fire to sit besides. It moans like that because it's sad and lonely and so it sings a song. Shh... Listen Angeal, can you hear her sing? She's singing you a lullaby. Ohhhh My Sweet Angeal, she says. Sleeeeep.”
Oh... Mother.