Bereavement
Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 7:47 am
His hand lay on a freshly written note, the ink was still wet. Glancing through it, his face turned red and with that he stormed the town in anger. Rushing through the tavern to the library and on, Aokan seemed flustered as he thought about his hopelessness. The man finally reached the inn and walked up to the second floor into the room where Gerard once dwelled.
He purveyed the room and stepped up to the mirror. One thought crosses his mind as he subjected himself to judging, The Potion.
Why did he have to give Gerard a potion?
What would have happened if he did not?
Soon the thoughts passed and Caitlin knocked on the door. She led him downstairs with promises of his mock sister. After a bout with the druidess that damage was a repaired left arm, Aokan stormed out the door. He thought long and hard as he retreated to the warm pillar. Rhiannon found him wandering aimlessly and he told her of his leaving. Before he journied forth he handed her a small red book with an empty assurance of life. More calm and resolute, he left out the west gate.
He purveyed the room and stepped up to the mirror. One thought crosses his mind as he subjected himself to judging, The Potion.
Why did he have to give Gerard a potion?
What would have happened if he did not?
Soon the thoughts passed and Caitlin knocked on the door. She led him downstairs with promises of his mock sister. After a bout with the druidess that damage was a repaired left arm, Aokan stormed out the door. He thought long and hard as he retreated to the warm pillar. Rhiannon found him wandering aimlessly and he told her of his leaving. Before he journied forth he handed her a small red book with an empty assurance of life. More calm and resolute, he left out the west gate.