Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
It had been a night of heavy drinking. Taala followed Seaver up to the room he had rented in the Prancing Pony sensing all was not well with him. There she found him slumped across a journal that lay open on the desk, talking in his sleep, tortured by his nightmares.
Could that little book give any insight as to why this man had imprisoned himself within the torments of his past? Seaver had often eluded to some dark deeds he had committed and still capable of committing. Would the entries in that journal reveal some horrible truths about this man who had plucked her from a downward spiral of self recrimination and hedonism following her father, Hardoleth's death?
They had shared many a night, locked in a fierce embrace, but now they were just friends...that night they talked deep into the night... He told her of his suffering, watching the mother of his son, linger in death, and his guilt at not loving her. Taala, sensed that was not the full extent of it...
...Whatever lay within those pages would remain his secret, she had made it known she is there for him if needed...but the man simply find's it hard to show any dependence on anyone, not because he is stubborn or overly proud, it is just his way, and perhaps she reasons it is because he has struggled so hard to find a solution himself, or believe there is still love to be found, that he simply believes nobody can help him.
Taala could never explain to Eroforth the nature of the love she held for this unobtrusive man, only that it was different to the way in which she loved him.
The following day, Taala made a likeness of Seaver in her sketchbook, looking pensive as ever...oh how she wished she could take away his pain...
((I am the original artist - Thanks go to Seaver's player who provided his input into his vision of Seaver....it was uncanny, we both came up with the same face claim ^_^ ))
