Blince

Well... We had our wedding party. It was... quite the day we had. From great, to real bad, then back to great. Weird how it bounced like that.

First, we all joined at a table... Iridith, Rick's niece (Gods, she's adorable!), got a puppy! The look on her face when the puppy was brought to her... Gods, Iridith is so adorable... She'd just told me when she met Rusher that she'd wanted a puppy.

Rusher is my horse; a beautiful Vladimir Heavy Draft... Bree-land horse, yes, but... still.

It's over...

It's finally over...

Those Dalesmen... they're gone now... they're really gone...

I almost can't believe it...

I saw them off...

Dad returned--though injured--with the news... Gyth came back... Everyone who went and finished the Dalesmen off survived... By the Gods, I'm beyond belief this actually happened...

I'm so relieved...

A chain was needed, a chain or a cord. Of course not just any chain or cord, but one that would be worthy of the most precious gift she had ever been given. Yes there had been dresses of elaborate brocade, token gifts of a jewel here, a trinket there. This though, this was symbolic and it came from him.  She could not wash dishes or clothes with it on her finger, no no, it was worth more to her than a mere trinket.

Ten days had come and gone as Newell found him standing in the same spot as he had a week and a half before. Little suggested that something had changed, yet things had changed considerably since then. Men and women had been swayed, and he now knew the faces of most of the people who came into the Dawnhall to prepare for the vote. Newell looked across the room to find Taala sat talking to Basaran, and a small smirk crept across his face. The lieutenant was a well-liked man in the Dawn and an important figure at that.

It was early morning as he ventured back to the Dawnhall from a night at the Prancing Pony. New recruits had been hired all thinking him the captain, drinks had been drunk and jests had been enjoyed. He dismounted his gelding, Stranger, and led him into a booth where the steed could rest for the night. He gave him two pats on its neck, softly whispering to him "Soon you'll be a captain's horse." He grinned a bit as the horse looked at him, whinnying a bit.

It was well past noon, going on the evening when the last of the available summoned had arrived. Only some had come. Those who had, had just happened to be near enough for the riders to find. Like as not, some of them would be coming drunk, but Newell kept an eye on all who came and noted what their eyes fell on when entering and who they talked to. As the people gathered in the main hall of the Dawnhall, Newell stood near the back, leaning on one of the pillars as he kept an eye on who were there, or even more interesting, those who were not.

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Cracks in false stone -- Part Four

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Cracks in false stone -- Part Three

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The idea of everything going wrong was a more trivial thing than anybody realized, Blince’s thoughts told him as he strode across his silent home, his lover asleep upstairs still, but his two children having awoken, and were playing within the family room.