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itworks_bitches September 10 2009, 04:48:35 UTC
Hi, Cordy.

I'm sorry if I I haven't been ignoring you, but

It is quiet here, and I would enjoy it very much if it didn't feel quite so much like the eye of the storm passing overhead. Even in the quiet there's tension.

I'm sorry I can't be there with you. When did they start isolating Mikney? Did anything happen that might indicate why? Did he say anything before they did that might

I don't mean to interrogate you. Again, I'm sorry. It's good to hear that everything is okay. I assume for a given value of okay, but as long as you're all right, I'm happy with it.

Questions I like, though I like them a lot more when there's a chance in hell I might be able to find some answers. I'm starting to get some ideas, though. I've been doing a lot of reading, though not nearly as much as I'd like. The elves have given me limited access to their library, and I'm taking as much advantage of it as I can ( ... )

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cordy_estwynde September 10 2009, 05:03:21 UTC
Eye of the storm seems like an appropriate metaphor for anytime of quiet in Rowan. Seems to be one catastrophe right after another. I think the fast pace of it suits some people--Cherry always enjoyed an adventure--but it's just starting to wear me out. Maybe it's best I stayed in Jhelbor. I thought, for awhile, about trying to find you all, but I'm pretty sure Jhelbor is a better place for me. Sometimes, I can almost pretend everything is normal. That this is just how life is. Of course, that's just when a sylph flies in front of me and I remember where I am.

Mikney began being isolated about a week ago. I don't know exactly what happened. I was visiting him every day and no one ever gave any indication that the visits were going to stop. But one day when I showed up at my usual time, they told me he couldn't see anyone. They've been telling me the same thing every day since.

And I don't mind when you interrogate me. I've certainly asked enough questions myself. It's funny, really. Do you remember the first time we ( ... )

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itworks_bitches September 10 2009, 05:39:02 UTC
I think we all have to redefine "normal" for ourselves. Certainly, I don't even remember what it looks like. Just do your best, one day at a time.

Wow, I don't think I could have made that sound any cheesier. But I suppose it's true, all the same.

Of course I remember. Meeting you was so entirely unexpected, and such a pleasant surprise, though I never would have guessed then that we'd be where we are now. In any sense.

The library is full of dust and dates, an endless emotionless catalogue of who fought who where and when. It's really very boring, but at least gives me the illusion of learning something helpful. And there's always the hope that tomorrow I'll find something interesting. Though, at this point, I somehow doubt it.

I think they'd be good for each other. I'm not much of a yente, but as long as they're both taken care of. I worry about both of them. And you.

How's the tavern? I would think that being a successful business would be some cause for cheer. You should be proud of that.

[a pause]She was very ( ... )

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cordy_estwynde September 10 2009, 16:44:04 UTC
That was a little cheesy, but it was also genuine, which I appreciate.

You don't need to worry about me, though. I've done a good job keeping out of the spotlight, lately. I do, however, have cause to be concerned about you. You seem to manage to get yourself into more dangerous situations than anyone else I know. You practically have it down to an art at this point--or to a science, I should say.

The tavern is going well enough, I guess. Demons always seem to enjoy getting skunked, so there's never a shortage of them. And I am proud of it, though it does sometimes get lonely. Life is funny like that. I think some of my loneliest moments have been in a room that's filled with people.

I'm sorry about your wife. What was her name? I've found myself thinking a lot about Basil lately, which is strange, especially since I'd become very good at not thinking about him when I was back home. I can figure out why that is, I guess. At home, I was still surrounded by familiar people and places and things. Here, everything is new ( ... )

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