Post by Caelum mab Halcyone on Feb 18, 2011 22:37:18 GMT -5
The day I said goodbye to my commander and left the army, it was raining. Pouring, actually, and we stood there, soaked to the skin, clasping arms and saying our farewells. I'd ridden back to my home in Alba in the rain, hell, even some snow, and by the time I returned, I thought I might never be warm again. I'd missed everyone, though... mother had died while I was away, Decimus was in Terre d'Ange, and Mairin had gone there as well.
Just as well, perhaps, for this place needed looking after and I needed healing. I would probably always have a bit of a limp, and a scar that ran across my chest, and for a time, I hadn't thought I'd see my home again in this lifetime. I was lucky, and I knew it. I'd set about taking care of our home with a vengeance, but eventually everything was under control and really, with all the help we had, the place ran itself and more and more I felt superfluous.
Today, it was raining, and I stood there, staring out the window but seeing my reflection, the woad tattoos reminding me of my old life and my eyes reminded me that I was too young to waste away like an old man. It was then that I made the decision to follow after my brother, whom I missed more than I had admitted, and go to Terre d'Ange to see him. Perhaps he could help me come to terms with what I was to do now that my career as a soldier had ended.
Just as well, perhaps, for this place needed looking after and I needed healing. I would probably always have a bit of a limp, and a scar that ran across my chest, and for a time, I hadn't thought I'd see my home again in this lifetime. I was lucky, and I knew it. I'd set about taking care of our home with a vengeance, but eventually everything was under control and really, with all the help we had, the place ran itself and more and more I felt superfluous.
Today, it was raining, and I stood there, staring out the window but seeing my reflection, the woad tattoos reminding me of my old life and my eyes reminded me that I was too young to waste away like an old man. It was then that I made the decision to follow after my brother, whom I missed more than I had admitted, and go to Terre d'Ange to see him. Perhaps he could help me come to terms with what I was to do now that my career as a soldier had ended.