Time…something one could never have enough of, and that which always seemed elusive.
Dramora felt her time was rapidly running out, and there was still so much to do. So many more questions than answers.
Aedon had joined her at the Rest this evening. No matter what she said to him, he simply refused to change his habits. The old fool would get himself killed!
However, one had to admire the fact that no matter what, he will always stay true to himself. She, and others had often called him insane, but the better she knew him, the more she realized he is not so much insane, as marching to his own drummer. But isn’t that what everyone did to some extent? Which meant, we are all insane to some degree or another.
Luckily, they were the only two at the Rest this evening. Since the warrant was issued for his arrest, the Hand seemed to have forgotten all about him. Since she had taken over maintaining the Rest while Aedon was being hunted, no Hand had been there. In fact, very few had been there. Which was fine with her, she was no serving girl, and would most likely just dump something over the patron’s heads rather than serving them.
It gave the two a rare opportunity to talk, which was not necessarily a good thing. She had said some things she wished she could take back; however, she could only hope Aedon would keep them to himself.
All was quiet, until Penrose walked in. Well, not necessarily walked, more like, lurched. The air within the Rest immediately changed from light and airy to ominous. This was the second time she had spoken to him, and she got the impression he was watching everyone and everything around himself, and passing judgement. And most were found wanting in his eyes.
He had come to the Rest the previous evening searching for Aedon. Dramora had promised to give Aedon his message, which she did. The minute he said his name, Dramora knew who he was. She and Aedon had spoken about him a while ago. He sought an item Aedon possessed, as payment for something Aedon wished done.
However, this evening, Aedon informed Penrose he could not find this item. Penrose was less than pleased. He refused any other offers, and when he left, he had turned back to Aedon, and the words he spoke, although not shouted or said in anger, were menacing. It left no doubt in Dramora’s mind this was a threat.
Since Aedon refused to protect himself, Dramora would have to make sure she was around as much as possible. Although she was not entirely sure she would be able to protect him, she at least carried a weapon and could use it.
The only good thing that came from the day was that Tobias had given her the name of someone who might be able to give her the information she sought. If this person didn’t have the information, he might know someone who could find it for her. And although she and Tobias had shared very heated words regarding the contract between Yew and the Hand, he still made sure to let her know he was available whenever she needed him. She might be calling on him sooner than either of them imagined.
Time was definitely not on her side, and it seemed the faster she tried to do what was necessary, the faster time departed.
Dramora,
Mistress of Virtue
Guardians of Virtue (GV)
Dramora felt her time was rapidly running out, and there was still so much to do. So many more questions than answers.
Aedon had joined her at the Rest this evening. No matter what she said to him, he simply refused to change his habits. The old fool would get himself killed!
However, one had to admire the fact that no matter what, he will always stay true to himself. She, and others had often called him insane, but the better she knew him, the more she realized he is not so much insane, as marching to his own drummer. But isn’t that what everyone did to some extent? Which meant, we are all insane to some degree or another.
Luckily, they were the only two at the Rest this evening. Since the warrant was issued for his arrest, the Hand seemed to have forgotten all about him. Since she had taken over maintaining the Rest while Aedon was being hunted, no Hand had been there. In fact, very few had been there. Which was fine with her, she was no serving girl, and would most likely just dump something over the patron’s heads rather than serving them.
It gave the two a rare opportunity to talk, which was not necessarily a good thing. She had said some things she wished she could take back; however, she could only hope Aedon would keep them to himself.
All was quiet, until Penrose walked in. Well, not necessarily walked, more like, lurched. The air within the Rest immediately changed from light and airy to ominous. This was the second time she had spoken to him, and she got the impression he was watching everyone and everything around himself, and passing judgement. And most were found wanting in his eyes.
He had come to the Rest the previous evening searching for Aedon. Dramora had promised to give Aedon his message, which she did. The minute he said his name, Dramora knew who he was. She and Aedon had spoken about him a while ago. He sought an item Aedon possessed, as payment for something Aedon wished done.
However, this evening, Aedon informed Penrose he could not find this item. Penrose was less than pleased. He refused any other offers, and when he left, he had turned back to Aedon, and the words he spoke, although not shouted or said in anger, were menacing. It left no doubt in Dramora’s mind this was a threat.
Since Aedon refused to protect himself, Dramora would have to make sure she was around as much as possible. Although she was not entirely sure she would be able to protect him, she at least carried a weapon and could use it.
The only good thing that came from the day was that Tobias had given her the name of someone who might be able to give her the information she sought. If this person didn’t have the information, he might know someone who could find it for her. And although she and Tobias had shared very heated words regarding the contract between Yew and the Hand, he still made sure to let her know he was available whenever she needed him. She might be calling on him sooner than either of them imagined.
Time was definitely not on her side, and it seemed the faster she tried to do what was necessary, the faster time departed.
Dramora,
Mistress of Virtue
Guardians of Virtue (GV)