Brin sat within the study of Andor's large house, the house quiet this early in the morning. Her ink quill scratched quickly over parchment. She'd taken to spending nights up writing letters these days. She was getting better, slowly, working hard at moving on with her life, but sleep still held desperately lonely nightmares for her where she fruitlessly searched through the cold, dark countryside for two crying babies ...
The quill stuttered on the parchment, leaving an ugly streak of black over the clean paper. She sighed, lifting her dark red head upward, blinking as the clocks gently chimed dawn. She sat back in the large leather chair that seemed to dwarf her diminutive size. She and Andor were trying to pick up the pieces, trying to build a foundation of love on the ruins of an old one. It felt like Rue was dead. And for the most part he was. What he'd become had sent the final blow to her heart. She'd tried to make Andor understand .. tried to explain to him why he'd had such a strong hold on her despite everything that had happened. She'd been in love with a dream .. had built up a man that had never really existed. Her dream Rue would have never told her he didn't love her .. would have never hurt in the many ways he had .. would have never struck out at Andor. She sighed again and ran a hand through her hair. She wanted to get back to work. Physically he was healthy again. Sure, some of her muscles had softened during the short months of her pregnancy, but she knew in her heart that she needed to get back to something familiar, and with the disarray the Guard was in now, they needed any and everyone that was committed. Brin pulled out a fresh piece of parchment and began writing again. To Lord Marshal Gerhardt Menan My name is Brin Winter, and up until the beginning of last fall I was a guard in Mysthaven. Due to .. unforeseen medical complications, i was forced to take a leave of absence. Since said medical complications have been .. resolved, I seek reinstatement in the guard. The only problem is that at the time of my Leave, i had tendered a transfer order to Brookshire which never really came through. I'd be willing to take either Mysthaven or Brookshire, wherever i'm needed, sir. I look forward to serving you and the crown. Brin Winter Better .. much better. Sanding it, she waited while it soaked the ink up and then carefully rolled it up and tied it. Once daylight arrived she would ride into town on Dee Dee and deposit it at the Lord Marshals office personally. Besides, it would do her good to get out and blow the stink off her, as her mother used to say. She may not be able to find the girl she used to be, but she could definitely start searching for the woman she would become. Gathering up her journal, and leaving the rolled parchment on the desk she went upstairs and tiptoed quietly into her and Andor's bedroom. She deposited the Journal somewhere safe and dressed quickly in thick riding breeches and a wool tunic, then tiptoed back out, heading downstairs to retrieve the parchment. Wrapping up carefully in her cloak she headed out to go take care of horse Dee Dee. -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Archives & Other DMI Lists: http://islesofmyst.com/lists.php3
