Rei
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« on: July 08, 2014, 06:55:27 AM » |
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He had been spending less time at the treehouse, leaving more of the daily operations to Malik and the house maintenance to Kalador and X'ian, and more time at his hideaway. It wasn't really hidden, just sort of out of the way from where most people would venture or assume a building like this to be. He had intended it to be the start of a guild. Not a guild of light but a guild dedicated to the shadowy arts he had perfected years ago. Two years ago it was, and for two years it has sat nearly vacant.
This was where he spent a lot of his time now. Writing his books on languages and pondering to himself on how best to spend the rest of his life. Sis he really want to approach her about it? Did he want it to be more than it was already? He had already given her free run of the place and the empty room that was originally reserved for his long lost partner, taken again to the sea. Always bad luck with women when it came to him. It would go well for a time but then it would end. So would it be wise to try again? This is what he thought about now, in his room, sitting next to the fire.
"You're just a stray now old timer" he had often told himself of late. "Let her decide what she wants and just enjoy what comes" He was glad nobody could hear him in his solitude, he had paid well during construction to keep his room a silent chamber to prying eyes and ears. Contemplation took hold of him and he went deep into thought looking into the wall opposite him. She was opposite the hall but he did not contemplate going to her, no he would always give her that privacy, no his mind went into the possibilities for the future. Of the guild, his life, his friends, his family. his mind always worked that way, always mapping out the possibilities so as not to be caught too off guard by whatever came. It was an old trick he picked up early on in life to help never be disappointed when it mattered. tonight he would contemplate, tomorrow he would move along with his life waiting to see what roads opened up to him. He sighed, pulling a stick of sugarcane from a pouch and chewing on it as he let his old bones rest in the comfy chair by the fire as his mind worked ever so hard to chart the possible roads that would present themselves. "Happy travels you old Stray" he whispered as he let his mind wander.
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