Toddir

It was the early hours of the morning, the sun little more than a blush upon the horizon when she snuck out of the window of what passed for a tavern in in this town. Silver was no stranger to doing such a thing. Indeed, it had been a habit of hers for two decades to be gone before morning whether it be through the door or window - any aperture would do - but tonight's foray into a mans bedroom had been of a different nature to her previous habits.

Found:

A solution.

Few things in life are truly ideal. There is no relationship that does not have its disagreements. There is no river that does not sport churning waters somewhere along its length. There is no good death, no perfect life, no act of altruism that does not have some seed, however small, of selfishness within. Flawlessness is a flaw in and of itself for in so being, does it not breed greed, possessiveness and jealousy? No, nothing is truly ideal however much we may strive to find or make it.

Found;

A minor setback.

Well, it's not so minor. It has the potential to be deadly in quite a major fashion if I'm not careful, but needs must!

Found;

A possible solution.

I had returned to Trestlebridge, as promised. I was hesitant to enter the place, as I always am. 'Tis not the burned buildings or grubby people. 'Tis not the sense of despair that permeates the place like a cloying cloud. 'Tis not even the lack of decent amenities that makes me dislike the place so. I've come across smaller, dirtier and more disagreeable places on my travels. Rather, it is the way the people look at me when they remember who I am. I'd really rather they didn't.

Found:

The unexpected.

It had been days since I managed anything approaching decent sleep. A few minutes here, a few minutes there. Just long enough for the dreams to start and I'd be awake again. I stayed away from my friends because I don't want them to know. They don't need to know. I don't need the questions. I don't need to explain. I don't want to. So, off to Fornost to find silence amongst the dead.

I never got that far.

Found:

Disquiet.

Found:

Great discomfort.

Found:

Toddir!

I finally made it back to the grotty little mud hole known as Bree-land! It's still brown. Oh, so very brown! Seriously, who on earth could have possibly come up with this many shades of brown? It's truly mind boggling how terribly dull everything is, like the people woke up one day with an obsession for soil with varying degrees of moisture within.

Ugh.

Found:

Clarity.

Since leaving Rohan, I've had naught but time to think. I could dwell on apprehensions of what lies in wait for me, but I'm tired of doing so. Rather, my mind turns to specific portions of that. Not to the fears I have concerning their various reactions to my return but to the people themselves. To the people I walked away from, to those I left behind, each individual so very different and yet so perfectly poignant in their own way. My thoughts lie with them.