Post by Tobias Lysand on Dec 25, 2009 13:20:24 GMT -8
December 25
Perhaps the saddest thing about the winter time is the death of so many of the plants which I used to stop and gaze at. Gone are the daffodils and sunflowers that used to distract me during the summer, and gone are the beautifully painted leaves of autumn. The freshly fallen snow is breathtaking, but it is short lived; it is quickly dirtied by the hustle and bustle of the city.
I find myself drifting to my master's home almost daily. He has the most beautiful plants that he has potted indoors and he is gracious enough to allow me to tend to them whenever I wish.
However, to be honest with you, the flowers are not the only reason I visit my master so frequently. I have been a full mage for only a few months after over twenty years of living with Ebrithil Aradath. It is so dreadfully lonely living by myself. I must admit, I am timid. I do not go to taverns as the people there intimidate me. Thus, I know very few people in this city. When I am not visiting Ebrithil, I am curled up in my study reading a book. It is not good for me; I have little chance to put my magic to use that way. Not only that, but often times I fall asleep in there and knock a candle over. Twice I have awoken these past few nights to the sight of flames lapping away at the papers on my desk.
Yes, even Ebrithil Aradath agrees that I must get out more often and make some friends and yet... Yet I find myself not thinking about the city my mind always wanders to one thing.
The wall.
Or rather what lies beyond it.
The forest... I know nothing about it yet it fascinates me. Perhaps tomorrow I will as Ebrithil to tell me of the forest. He has not usually been forthcoming in that regard, but I am certain that now that I am a mage in my own right that he will be more willing to tell me just what is in the forest.
Perhaps when I know more about it, my curiosity will be assuaged and my mind won't be drawn to it so much.
Perhaps the saddest thing about the winter time is the death of so many of the plants which I used to stop and gaze at. Gone are the daffodils and sunflowers that used to distract me during the summer, and gone are the beautifully painted leaves of autumn. The freshly fallen snow is breathtaking, but it is short lived; it is quickly dirtied by the hustle and bustle of the city.
I find myself drifting to my master's home almost daily. He has the most beautiful plants that he has potted indoors and he is gracious enough to allow me to tend to them whenever I wish.
However, to be honest with you, the flowers are not the only reason I visit my master so frequently. I have been a full mage for only a few months after over twenty years of living with Ebrithil Aradath. It is so dreadfully lonely living by myself. I must admit, I am timid. I do not go to taverns as the people there intimidate me. Thus, I know very few people in this city. When I am not visiting Ebrithil, I am curled up in my study reading a book. It is not good for me; I have little chance to put my magic to use that way. Not only that, but often times I fall asleep in there and knock a candle over. Twice I have awoken these past few nights to the sight of flames lapping away at the papers on my desk.
Yes, even Ebrithil Aradath agrees that I must get out more often and make some friends and yet... Yet I find myself not thinking about the city my mind always wanders to one thing.
The wall.
Or rather what lies beyond it.
The forest... I know nothing about it yet it fascinates me. Perhaps tomorrow I will as Ebrithil to tell me of the forest. He has not usually been forthcoming in that regard, but I am certain that now that I am a mage in my own right that he will be more willing to tell me just what is in the forest.
Perhaps when I know more about it, my curiosity will be assuaged and my mind won't be drawn to it so much.
