05-28-2015, 10:31 AM
Kurt awoke in the night. A thin sheen of sweat coated his body. At the very least that meant his body was doing its job of flushing out the toxins he was afflicted by. He was in the infirmary, there wasn't anyone else there with him at the moment. That probably meant the hard part was over and he wasn't in any immediate danger anymore.
He snuck out and back to his room. Despite the silence and darkness that greeted him, he felt more at home here than any other part of the base. He ignited the small lamp he always left on the counter. The light first illuminated is workstation. The pots, pans, oils and the like looked pristine and untouched and a bit too organized. He wasn't entirely certain no one was being stand-in cook for the outfit. Still he pushed that out of his mind and illuminated the dining area. No dodos sat on trays for anyone to grab a bite from.
Kurt made his way back to his room. The loom was untouched as was the arrangement if his room. He walked straight to his drawers and pulled one of them open, retrieving a pen and a worn, red book. He had one before but that was long misplaced and he had bought a newer one instead. He opened his dresser and slipped on his usual clothes.
Making the least amount of noise possible, he wove his way through the compound and out its gates. Even on somewhat unsteady legs he wandered the Goblet for a placd to sit down and pen his thoughts. There were many and no places to choose from. The evening Thanalan breeze chilled him. The bite was a bit colder than usual.
In the end, he had settled in a fairly secluded part of the ward. Nothing but his lamp to provide light as well as Menphina and her children. He took a deep breath and began inscribing the chaotic symphony of his mind.
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I wonder how that boy, fresh off the Lominsa-bound boat, would react if he saw me.
Would he swell with pride or be terrified of his future?
I wonder how I have become this in such a short time.
I wonder how things would unfold if I had made different choices.
If I had not said yes to Nako'li.
If I had went after her instead of sitting and waiting. A mistake I hope miss C'eleni would not commit.
If had just left that child alone in Ul'dah rather than to the Mist.
All those and do much more yet silence will always look be the answer.
Life, unlike this partial and possibly noisy little book, has no repeat nor second chance. It is simply playing what cards are dealt to you.
And that's what I've been doing. But somehow I feel so lost. I dont even know why I write this. Maybe its because I am so used to writing to Jancis almost every night.
Maybe I just want to reaffirm who I was and stay on that track.Â
I don't know.
He snuck out and back to his room. Despite the silence and darkness that greeted him, he felt more at home here than any other part of the base. He ignited the small lamp he always left on the counter. The light first illuminated is workstation. The pots, pans, oils and the like looked pristine and untouched and a bit too organized. He wasn't entirely certain no one was being stand-in cook for the outfit. Still he pushed that out of his mind and illuminated the dining area. No dodos sat on trays for anyone to grab a bite from.
Kurt made his way back to his room. The loom was untouched as was the arrangement if his room. He walked straight to his drawers and pulled one of them open, retrieving a pen and a worn, red book. He had one before but that was long misplaced and he had bought a newer one instead. He opened his dresser and slipped on his usual clothes.
Making the least amount of noise possible, he wove his way through the compound and out its gates. Even on somewhat unsteady legs he wandered the Goblet for a placd to sit down and pen his thoughts. There were many and no places to choose from. The evening Thanalan breeze chilled him. The bite was a bit colder than usual.
In the end, he had settled in a fairly secluded part of the ward. Nothing but his lamp to provide light as well as Menphina and her children. He took a deep breath and began inscribing the chaotic symphony of his mind.
[youtube]XWg-dJHRqIc[/youtube]
I wonder how that boy, fresh off the Lominsa-bound boat, would react if he saw me.
Would he swell with pride or be terrified of his future?
I wonder how I have become this in such a short time.
I wonder how things would unfold if I had made different choices.
If I had not said yes to Nako'li.
If I had went after her instead of sitting and waiting. A mistake I hope miss C'eleni would not commit.
If had just left that child alone in Ul'dah rather than to the Mist.
All those and do much more yet silence will always look be the answer.
Life, unlike this partial and possibly noisy little book, has no repeat nor second chance. It is simply playing what cards are dealt to you.
And that's what I've been doing. But somehow I feel so lost. I dont even know why I write this. Maybe its because I am so used to writing to Jancis almost every night.
Maybe I just want to reaffirm who I was and stay on that track.Â
I don't know.