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Feb. 20th, 2013 08:55 pm[Filter: Private]
With Mathen and Orach both fallen before our swords, it can't be so very long now until we're
finished here. And then ... home. Finally.
Finally.
Dragons, it's been so long -- so long. Ned has been home, alone, for a year and a half, now. Claudia was no more than a babe in arms, then. She's ... three, now. Dragons, three years old. Walking, talking, with a sweet little personality ... or maybe not a sweet one. I don't know. I don't know anything about my daughter. Or, for that matter, my son, who's -- Dragons, five now.
I wonder ...
I wonder if Father would accept me retiring from this work when I get home. Scouting, fighting, chasing the brigands of our lands into the bush ... I have never loved it, like Byron did, like Glenn does, and Dillon is learning so much from this campaign. He could take over for me, and Glenn would relish being the leader of all this.
... at least, I think he would.
He --
He has been strange, this last week, hasn't he? Not his usual self. Or, rather, not the self he has been. I swear I had forgotten what it was like to see him actually smile, since we headed north, but it seems he is smiling constantly these last days, and not his bloodthirsty grin, either.
[Filter: Glen
But he's never been interested in talking to me. He's made me his enemy, and I can be that if it helps him with his neverending grief.
But I am his big brother.
[Filter: Dillon]
Has Glenn talked to you, lately?
With Mathen and Orach both fallen before our swords, it can't be so very long now until we're
finished here. And then ... home. Finally.
Finally.
Dragons, it's been so long -- so long. Ned has been home, alone, for a year and a half, now. Claudia was no more than a babe in arms, then. She's ... three, now. Dragons, three years old. Walking, talking, with a sweet little personality ... or maybe not a sweet one. I don't know. I don't know anything about my daughter. Or, for that matter, my son, who's -- Dragons, five now.
I wonder ...
I wonder if Father would accept me retiring from this work when I get home. Scouting, fighting, chasing the brigands of our lands into the bush ... I have never loved it, like Byron did, like Glenn does, and Dillon is learning so much from this campaign. He could take over for me, and Glenn would relish being the leader of all this.
... at least, I think he would.
He --
He has been strange, this last week, hasn't he? Not his usual self. Or, rather, not the self he has been. I swear I had forgotten what it was like to see him actually smile, since we headed north, but it seems he is smiling constantly these last days, and not his bloodthirsty grin, either.
But he's never been interested in talking to me. He's made me his enemy, and I can be that if it helps him with his neverending grief.
But I am his big brother.
[Filter: Dillon]
Has Glenn talked to you, lately?
