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Dynaviir · 08-28-2003, 03:14 PM

Dynaviir slowly struggled down the stairs. His head was barely listening to him. He felt weary, and strecthed, and didn't feel like he had rested at all. He paused at the doorway of the corridor, then yawned deeply, with his hand over his mouth. He knew this would attract a few queer looks from some of the little-folk, but he was still stressed from his nightmare. He thought they had stopped..

'Enough,' he told himself. 'You know none of this wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done.'

He looked down at the floor. Oh, wasn't there? Wasn't it your fault that he was born? All that suffering.. she never even saw the boy. She had given up everything, and for what?

Dynaviir shook his head. 'Look,' it told him, 'there's no point hurting youself over the past. You have made your mistakes. Now you will need to live by them. But that doesn't mean you can't be happy.'

Something stirred in his mind. It didn't sound like he was talking to himself..

And then suddenly he realised where he was. Talking to himself, looking very queer, blocking a doorway for people half his sight. He sighed, and rolled his eyes at himself. He walked into the common room.

It doesn't mean you can't be happy. That was what she had told him. She knew all too well of the suffering of people. But.. her sorrow made her beautiful, and yet her hope even more so...

Dynaviir smiled, and finally ending his train of thought, sat down and looked around him. He wondered where Niniel was, he hadn't seen her since his first night at the inn. He wanted to talk with her, it would be good to relax, and talk as if he was with an old friend. He knew Doienwei loved the extra company; in fact she had looked sorely disappointed when Dynaviir hadn't brought Niniel to her the nights before.

He carefully yet swiftly cast his eyes around the room. He saw her, sitting at a table a small distance away. He felt a little bit more hopeful. If he could talk to someone about normal things, maybe things would return to normal themselves; where he would push aside his past once again, and leave his dreams behind him. And they wouldn't dwindle in his head, when he really should be eating breakfast.

[ August 28, 2003: Message edited by: Dynaviir ]

08-28-2003, 03:14 PM	#340
Dynaviir Wight Join Date: Jul 2003 Posts: 30	Dynaviir slowly struggled down the stairs. His head was barely listening to him. He felt weary, and strecthed, and didn't feel like he had rested at all. He paused at the doorway of the corridor, then yawned deeply, with his hand over his mouth. He knew this would attract a few queer looks from some of the little-folk, but he was still stressed from his nightmare. He thought they had stopped.. 'Enough,' he told himself. 'You know none of this wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done.' He looked down at the floor. Oh, wasn't there? Wasn't it your fault that he was born? All that suffering.. she never even saw the boy. She had given up everything, and for what? Dynaviir shook his head. 'Look,' it told him, 'there's no point hurting youself over the past. You have made your mistakes. Now you will need to live by them. But that doesn't mean you can't be happy.' Something stirred in his mind. It didn't sound like he was talking to himself.. And then suddenly he realised where he was. Talking to himself, looking very queer, blocking a doorway for people half his sight. He sighed, and rolled his eyes at himself. He walked into the common room. It doesn't mean you can't be happy. That was what she had told him. She knew all too well of the suffering of people. But.. her sorrow made her beautiful, and yet her hope even more so... Dynaviir smiled, and finally ending his train of thought, sat down and looked around him. He wondered where Niniel was, he hadn't seen her since his first night at the inn. He wanted to talk with her, it would be good to relax, and talk as if he was with an old friend. He knew Doienwei loved the extra company; in fact she had looked sorely disappointed when Dynaviir hadn't brought Niniel to her the nights before. He carefully yet swiftly cast his eyes around the room. He saw her, sitting at a table a small distance away. He felt a little bit more hopeful. If he could talk to someone about normal things, maybe things would return to normal themselves; where he would push aside his past once again, and leave his dreams behind him. And they wouldn't dwindle in his head, when he really should be eating breakfast. [ August 28, 2003: Message edited by: Dynaviir ]