Turbulence, something often occurring in the air during flight. I should know this word well, but not until now did I actually realize the depth of such a 3 syllable word. After getting to know Xanthic my mind knows the best choices, it seems to me that my heart needed a bit more healing and I’m going enjoy his kindness to me. Going to great lengths to make sure my amenity is secure—then why is it that my heart is still cold and unwilling to bend to all the things I want to feel? In time I suspect that it might feel deeply all he has to do is keep being forgiving, understanding accommodating. How long it will last? I’ve come to the realization that the only thing certain is the changing of the day to night and seasons.
Finding myself curious of other ventures has left me wandering to other ventures and things to occupy my time. It’s time I throw myself into other social settings within the Hollow, my start was the Mage’s Guild. Galtus, the Arch Mage I had written to requesting he take over the Guild after the mishap of my last choice—no one can say I wasn’t fair in offering chances. He’s done a fabulous job and I do understand there is only so much stress a human can endure. Apprehensive, I see the side of him that questions his certainty and skill to do the job. We’ve become quite good friends and that’s something I can’t say that I have many of. Guessing I’ll do something wrong to push him away, even if it wouldn’t come to a surprise I honestly don’t want to lose him. Perception tells me that I may not be as important to him as he is to me, only time will give away the tell, I wish he’d let me know him and help with the fragile and short mortal years he has left.
P.s.... he called me an enigma. How do I take that?
Finding myself curious of other ventures has left me wandering to other ventures and things to occupy my time. It’s time I throw myself into other social settings within the Hollow, my start was the Mage’s Guild. Galtus, the Arch Mage I had written to requesting he take over the Guild after the mishap of my last choice—no one can say I wasn’t fair in offering chances. He’s done a fabulous job and I do understand there is only so much stress a human can endure. Apprehensive, I see the side of him that questions his certainty and skill to do the job. We’ve become quite good friends and that’s something I can’t say that I have many of. Guessing I’ll do something wrong to push him away, even if it wouldn’t come to a surprise I honestly don’t want to lose him. Perception tells me that I may not be as important to him as he is to me, only time will give away the tell, I wish he’d let me know him and help with the fragile and short mortal years he has left.
P.s.... he called me an enigma. How do I take that?