Post by Liz Bathory on Jan 6, 2008 1:17:21 GMT -5
She sits down heavily in the chair with a sigh and pulls her boots off. The fireplace is warm and welcoming to her tired body, but it does little for her tired soul.
“What is the matter milady?” asks Tokugawa.
“So much has been lost,” replies Liz as she gazes absently into the flames.
The laughter and merriment of the past lingers like ghosts in the halls of her home. Those she loved, now long gone, remain in spirit to break her heart again and again as their departure replays in her mind like a tired song. At the first sign of trouble they turned their backs on her, left her to fend off the wolves alone.
“There is no honor in desertion,” Tokugawa says softly as if reading her mind. “You mourn the loss of those who were undeserving of your time and effort.”
“Death before dishonor,” she mutters to herself.
“You must get out of the house milady, don’t shelter yourself because of the deeds of those who misused you. You have hidden yourself away for far too long. You can’t hide forever.”
Her eyes snap to him suddenly with a fierce glare. She studies him, his youthful face, practically a child. What does he know of heartache or treachery?
“You have remained loyal to me, Tokugawa. At least all is not lost.”
“There is another, you know he would answer the call if summoned.”
She chuckles softly, “Ahh yes, the black sheep of our little flock. I’d be amazed if he hadn’t gotten himself killed by now.”
“There is still hope.”
She nods absently, staring off into the fire again. Thoughts race through her mind and she struggles to pluck one out as if grabbing for a fish in the river. She could start again or she could become another ghost to roam the halls of her home. No, she must not allow that to happen. There are too many good people in the realms to judge them all by the actions of a few. There is still much to be done, no more time to sit and mourn her losses.
She glances back toward Tokugawa with a wide grin on her face.
“Shall I get to work on locating Rangorf?” he asks happily.
“Indeed.” she says as she stands, “I’m sure by now he’s gotten himself into enough trouble on his own, and we could use a good fighter to train new recruits.”
“Yes ma’am!” he said as he hurried out of the room.
“I’ve dwelled on things out of my control for far too long,” she says to herself, “but we are not done yet.”
“What is the matter milady?” asks Tokugawa.
“So much has been lost,” replies Liz as she gazes absently into the flames.
The laughter and merriment of the past lingers like ghosts in the halls of her home. Those she loved, now long gone, remain in spirit to break her heart again and again as their departure replays in her mind like a tired song. At the first sign of trouble they turned their backs on her, left her to fend off the wolves alone.
“There is no honor in desertion,” Tokugawa says softly as if reading her mind. “You mourn the loss of those who were undeserving of your time and effort.”
“Death before dishonor,” she mutters to herself.
“You must get out of the house milady, don’t shelter yourself because of the deeds of those who misused you. You have hidden yourself away for far too long. You can’t hide forever.”
Her eyes snap to him suddenly with a fierce glare. She studies him, his youthful face, practically a child. What does he know of heartache or treachery?
“You have remained loyal to me, Tokugawa. At least all is not lost.”
“There is another, you know he would answer the call if summoned.”
She chuckles softly, “Ahh yes, the black sheep of our little flock. I’d be amazed if he hadn’t gotten himself killed by now.”
“There is still hope.”
She nods absently, staring off into the fire again. Thoughts race through her mind and she struggles to pluck one out as if grabbing for a fish in the river. She could start again or she could become another ghost to roam the halls of her home. No, she must not allow that to happen. There are too many good people in the realms to judge them all by the actions of a few. There is still much to be done, no more time to sit and mourn her losses.
She glances back toward Tokugawa with a wide grin on her face.
“Shall I get to work on locating Rangorf?” he asks happily.
“Indeed.” she says as she stands, “I’m sure by now he’s gotten himself into enough trouble on his own, and we could use a good fighter to train new recruits.”
“Yes ma’am!” he said as he hurried out of the room.
“I’ve dwelled on things out of my control for far too long,” she says to herself, “but we are not done yet.”