Beggar's Alley

    You can never truly return home after leaving. No matter how long your time spent there, or the moments you experienced, or the memories you made...time, heartless bastard that it is, alters all: your shape no longer fits the imprint you left behind. 

Sera stepped into the hovel of a room, with its broken windows and holes in the wall so deep that you could see through them to the street, that she and her mother called a home in Beggar's Alley.

"Mother? I'm back."

A middle aged woman with similar features, though they were somewhat worn and drawn, stood from her seat by the tub of murky water that served as a washbasin and her eyes lit up with excitement and love.

"Sera! Come here- Ah, wait let me dry my hands first-"

I had an interesting talk with Ellany the other night, one that has been on my mind in the last two days.

Yesterday I finished my interview with Seaver, I watched this man nearly break down from the guilt he carries because he could not protect the wo

Time: Late Afternoon

Gorlen slowed down as they reached the gates. Some children played in the dirty streets, filled with soot and grime. Women and men walked about, sat around fires and boiling pots. Most of them disgraced and discarded, faces sour and wrinkled from hardship and life on the streets, hunger-starved and sad in their destitution. 

Leathery bastard as you are, I need you for writing in every once so often. I cannot hope to maintain my sanity if I do not. Today I started thinking about my childhood. Oh how sweet those days were.