Life... fate... unrequited love and cruel irony.

I always throught that the sins of the father (or mother) were supposed to be visited upon the sons and not the daughter. Am I responisble for the things my mother did - no. Do I suffer for them, yes... by choice, no, but I will not speak out and cause unrest and turmoil in my home. The Elven realms suffer them enough already.

And so what choice do I have...? I must once more approach my brother for the permission to absent myself from our home... running again. This time it cannot be in his company, because in the true cruel irony of life, the escape I sought, where I knew I would be safe and learn so much, has brought me the one pain I so dreaded.

Dearest sister - so well meaning, it was not hard to guess the content of what she must have said. Nor was it possible to miss his sigh and the turn of his face, the colour of his light as he spoke. Friends, yes... and love to a point exists, but not as I feel. Before I could deny that to myself, but now no more... Where do I go? Where do I belong, and more importantly, where can I be safe enough to nurse the broken heart that I will let /none/ see.

Or would it truly be so bad to submit... sacrifice myself to keep my family - those I love - safe? It could not be a worse pain that this I already feel. Perhaps I should just leave and not speak to my brother at all.

Doniawen Alephamen

Many congratulations....

... to our dear writer, Eiri and her beloved Ro. The two were married in a beautiful ceremony at the family home's willow gardens last night under the light of the full moon.

May eternity be filled with love for them both.
hugs
-c- and Cedargrove

There is (apparently)...

... something very powerful in being able to 'flash forward' down the road a ways, in order to give yourself some instant perspective.

Isn't that called clairvoyance?

-c-