Post by adamantineman on Nov 21, 2008 3:51:10 GMT -5
“Feels good to be back home!” Vicente said as he sat in his childhood room. His mother left it the way he had it before he ventured off to the mainland of Faerun. He looked between his mattresses; a leather bound book was still there were he left it. He exclaimed in awe and joy. He took it out and sat at the table. He ran his fingers over the Iron Stallion he had forged himself to place on the journal’s cover. He flips through numerous pages of writing and sketches till he came upon an empty page. He takes out a writing pen and stares blankly at the page before writing.
I just got home and I can’t help but feel homesick. I already miss everyone, especially Voni. I cannot help but feel drawn to her; we’ve become quite good friends over time. When I saw her upon the hill in Isinhold, with hurt and tears, I wanted nothing more than to tell her my feelings about her. But as fate would have it, she confided with me her own dilemma, something which surprised me. How could I tell her how I feel knowing what she told me? I put aside my own feelings and tried to help her find solace. I love her and wish her to be happy. I don’t want to complicate her life anymore than it has been. I met a beautiful woman shortly after, Esia, I had almost giving up on love. But there was something about her which struck an inner fire, a new hope. I don’t know if things went well or if she even felt the same way about me after I told her how I felt. Maybe that old kook gypsy was right; I will die an old lonely man.
Choking back his emotion, he bookmarked the page with a preserved rose he meant to give Voni before leaving. He sighed and turned off the oil lamp and headed for bed.
I just got home and I can’t help but feel homesick. I already miss everyone, especially Voni. I cannot help but feel drawn to her; we’ve become quite good friends over time. When I saw her upon the hill in Isinhold, with hurt and tears, I wanted nothing more than to tell her my feelings about her. But as fate would have it, she confided with me her own dilemma, something which surprised me. How could I tell her how I feel knowing what she told me? I put aside my own feelings and tried to help her find solace. I love her and wish her to be happy. I don’t want to complicate her life anymore than it has been. I met a beautiful woman shortly after, Esia, I had almost giving up on love. But there was something about her which struck an inner fire, a new hope. I don’t know if things went well or if she even felt the same way about me after I told her how I felt. Maybe that old kook gypsy was right; I will die an old lonely man.
Choking back his emotion, he bookmarked the page with a preserved rose he meant to give Voni before leaving. He sighed and turned off the oil lamp and headed for bed.
