I don’t know what to think right now. I’m sitting here out on the hill in Thanalan, overlooking Fesca’s Wash. I’m lost in the sounds of steel against steel, remembering the past few trips here. The first one, we were over by the tree, just the two of us. I never would have saw it coming. I still think about it and don’t think I saw it coming until it happened.
The last time I was here, there was that woman, claiming that I was a whore. I wanted to burn her up where she stood, but more than that, I was worried that you would hear her and think her words true. That was scarier to me than most other things.
And now I’m here, and you’re out saving people, and I’m here killing time. Writing the first few words on the pages that you gave me. I should throw the book away, the old one. But there are some things in there I’d like to keep. The memory of when we met. My inane thoughts. The poem.Â
I suppose it is a relic of what I was or what I grew from. But a fresh page is a new beginning.
I’ve been turning the ring over and over on my finger all day. Its significance isn’t lost on me. I’m still in shock over what happened. It’s a good shock, however. I never once, in a million turns, thought that this would happen again. Not so soon, and not like this.
Am I glad of it? Yes. Am I scared? Of course. Who wouldn’t be? Scared and excited. Ready. Definitely. Ready.
The last time I was here, there was that woman, claiming that I was a whore. I wanted to burn her up where she stood, but more than that, I was worried that you would hear her and think her words true. That was scarier to me than most other things.
And now I’m here, and you’re out saving people, and I’m here killing time. Writing the first few words on the pages that you gave me. I should throw the book away, the old one. But there are some things in there I’d like to keep. The memory of when we met. My inane thoughts. The poem.Â
I suppose it is a relic of what I was or what I grew from. But a fresh page is a new beginning.
I’ve been turning the ring over and over on my finger all day. Its significance isn’t lost on me. I’m still in shock over what happened. It’s a good shock, however. I never once, in a million turns, thought that this would happen again. Not so soon, and not like this.
Am I glad of it? Yes. Am I scared? Of course. Who wouldn’t be? Scared and excited. Ready. Definitely. Ready.
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