Post by Aedon Durreah on Oct 28, 2011 19:58:00 GMT -5
There is an old saying, that I often have trouble recalling, but it goes something along this line. There is little use in throwing away an old coin, for it will just turn up again and again. This saying came home to visit me once again, and left me pondering the all too mercurial nature of my life.
Having divested myself of the last properties in Aegis, and turning over control of the Knights Rest to Deckard. I happily moved on to the next part of life. Janissan and I had taken Kylee and gone sailing for a bit. We visited various islands and cities, and spent a lot of time just drifting lazily on the oceans currents. Days were relaxingly spent fishing off the deck of the ship, and teaching Kylee not only how to bait a hook, but how to pull in her line once she had a nibble.
Nights were long and lush, and often found Janissan and I standing alone on the foredeck, sipping tea, as moonlight played softly on the water. I have never, in my recollections felt so much peace and happiness as those times brought me.
It was much easier to walk away from the Glade than I thought. Deckard was a good man, a family man who loved Aegis as much as I did. He was the right choice to guide her through the years to come. But life has a way of tossing things our way when we least expect it. And soon, all those bad coins tossed to the wind, came home to visit their revenge on us all.
I received a message from Deckard saying that, for reasons he could not state, he and his family would need to move to other lands, and that they would depart before the Autumn set in. The Rest, and Aegis he would either have to pass back to me, or leave it to the ravages of time. As I read the note, I could feel Jan's eyes on me. I wondered if she could see the struggle I was having within, or if perhaps, I had failed to see what was written on her heart.
It was time to cast aside our wanderings, and return home.
We arrived at the dock behind our home in Yew in the early evening, and after seeing Jan and Kylee settled in, I headed out the door, and walked towards Aegis. The moon, now three quarters full, shone through the trees which were already beginning to shed their leaves in shades of red and gold. The grass had a slight crunch as I trod lightly on a path well known to me. Each footfall brought back memories of days passed, and times good and bad spent within the Yew woods.
I love this time of the year. There is a quiet sigh that goes up from nature as the end of the heat of summer gives way to the anticipation of the long sleep of winter. The air, which not long ago was stuffy and sultry, blows crisp and clean and sets about its task of tickling the nose of any that dare spend too much time outside. There is also the smell of the many wood-fires burning brightly within the homes of the people of the Glade. It is a smell I have always associated with home.
Coming around the corner, past the vineyards I found myself at last standing before the doors of the Knights Rest. A soft light glowed from within, but there was no sign of movement. I looked up at the building and a wave of emotions washed over me ranging from regret to the sudden joy of a prodigal child who has at long last returned home. It seemed that in some way the Rest looked down on me and regarded me standing there, baggage in hand, thinking;
“Oh, you again.”
I entered the door and found the note left by Deckard. The deed for the Rest had been left with the banker and the keys were in the usual place. He wished me well, and promised to contact me again once he and his family were settled in their new home.
So, we come back to that old saying of mine, You cannot throw away an old coin, it just keeps returning; but who, I am left to wonder, is the tosser, and who the coin?
Aegis is, as she has always been, a resting place in a world gone mad and a light for all those who wander lost, guiding them home. Where as I am perhaps her bad coin, and through no fault of her own have now returned to her. For good or for bad, and come what may, Aegis and I are linked to one another. And always, though she casts me off again and again, I return.
Having divested myself of the last properties in Aegis, and turning over control of the Knights Rest to Deckard. I happily moved on to the next part of life. Janissan and I had taken Kylee and gone sailing for a bit. We visited various islands and cities, and spent a lot of time just drifting lazily on the oceans currents. Days were relaxingly spent fishing off the deck of the ship, and teaching Kylee not only how to bait a hook, but how to pull in her line once she had a nibble.
Nights were long and lush, and often found Janissan and I standing alone on the foredeck, sipping tea, as moonlight played softly on the water. I have never, in my recollections felt so much peace and happiness as those times brought me.
It was much easier to walk away from the Glade than I thought. Deckard was a good man, a family man who loved Aegis as much as I did. He was the right choice to guide her through the years to come. But life has a way of tossing things our way when we least expect it. And soon, all those bad coins tossed to the wind, came home to visit their revenge on us all.
I received a message from Deckard saying that, for reasons he could not state, he and his family would need to move to other lands, and that they would depart before the Autumn set in. The Rest, and Aegis he would either have to pass back to me, or leave it to the ravages of time. As I read the note, I could feel Jan's eyes on me. I wondered if she could see the struggle I was having within, or if perhaps, I had failed to see what was written on her heart.
It was time to cast aside our wanderings, and return home.
We arrived at the dock behind our home in Yew in the early evening, and after seeing Jan and Kylee settled in, I headed out the door, and walked towards Aegis. The moon, now three quarters full, shone through the trees which were already beginning to shed their leaves in shades of red and gold. The grass had a slight crunch as I trod lightly on a path well known to me. Each footfall brought back memories of days passed, and times good and bad spent within the Yew woods.
I love this time of the year. There is a quiet sigh that goes up from nature as the end of the heat of summer gives way to the anticipation of the long sleep of winter. The air, which not long ago was stuffy and sultry, blows crisp and clean and sets about its task of tickling the nose of any that dare spend too much time outside. There is also the smell of the many wood-fires burning brightly within the homes of the people of the Glade. It is a smell I have always associated with home.
Coming around the corner, past the vineyards I found myself at last standing before the doors of the Knights Rest. A soft light glowed from within, but there was no sign of movement. I looked up at the building and a wave of emotions washed over me ranging from regret to the sudden joy of a prodigal child who has at long last returned home. It seemed that in some way the Rest looked down on me and regarded me standing there, baggage in hand, thinking;
“Oh, you again.”
I entered the door and found the note left by Deckard. The deed for the Rest had been left with the banker and the keys were in the usual place. He wished me well, and promised to contact me again once he and his family were settled in their new home.
So, we come back to that old saying of mine, You cannot throw away an old coin, it just keeps returning; but who, I am left to wonder, is the tosser, and who the coin?
Aegis is, as she has always been, a resting place in a world gone mad and a light for all those who wander lost, guiding them home. Where as I am perhaps her bad coin, and through no fault of her own have now returned to her. For good or for bad, and come what may, Aegis and I are linked to one another. And always, though she casts me off again and again, I return.
