Tagen

Taala sat upon her bed thumbing through the pages of Hardoleth’s journal.  She had read her father’s journal many times over, feeling blessed to have it, for it had taught her so much about the man.  He had written his innermost thoughts there; surely the truth would have been recorded in those pages?

Eaworth

“What ails you child?”

Taala looked up with a start, not expecting anyone to have found her sitting behind the mead hall. “Ails me?”

There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth… not going all the way, and not starting.