Blince

Well what have we here little one?  A journal of sorts?  Perhaps I should not have read this, but it was left lying in a drawer, under your clothing, I can not see why any objection would be raised?

I suppose you had your first visitor today, and a very special one at that, for Blince Kolten paid you a visit.  Blince is not only my dear friend, but he is my mentor, not only in swordsmanship, but in life as such. I do not wield a sword much these days, but still have need of a comforting arm and a guiding hand. 

Everlyse was standing in the garden with a child in her arms. Gave small kisses to the little boy and a dog was running around them. The little boy laughed and hugged her, he pointed towards a man after some moments, who stood near their house.

The Scarred Mentor

Written by Blince.

“No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.”

"Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver.  But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it"

~~~Tales of an Old Warrior~~~

~~The Death of Lourie Svana~~

~Written by Blince~