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Derog. It's been six months since he joined the Baron in his tour of Wales. I have not seen him since, though he has sent me letters per my requirements for the journey. Not even during Christmas did he return, though he did mention in a letter that he would be willing. I left the decision to him. While I strive at missing his absence, in my heart of hearts I don't. I loathe myself for this realization, but I am a realist. I have felt more at ease since his presence left my side. I do not know when I had come to regard my own son with unease, but the fact remains that I had. I awoke last night from a dream in which he stood over me, his eyes wide and pupils dilated. He was studying me, and drawing upon his sketchbook without even looking down. I asked him what he was drawing. He said to me, 'I see through you, Tyta. My eyes have been opened."
He then turned the sketchbook around. On it was myself, but I was drenched, and water cascaded down my hair. I tried to grab the
Indigo's Rose: Chapter 5SolomonIndigo's Rose: Chapter 5in Indigo's Rose
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August. It is three months to this day that Caron died. I have found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on my work as time has passed, pausing to ask for an instrument that no longer has a hand to hold it. I could always hire another, but I don't feel so inclined. Yet it is not from sorrow. This is what has me troubled. I feel her presence, as if she is just in the next room, ready to step out and greet me. I know she is dead, and I do not see her, so I do not believe I am unbalanced, but it is a disconcerting feeling. It remains with me in my sleep, as I wake, and as I go about my day. At all times in fact, except whenever Derog is present. Then it seems as if she has left the household.
I am troubled with the boy, and this is mildly said. He is listless and melancholy, with occasional attacks of anxiety over commonplace occurrences. If he were older I would diagnose it to be acute heartbreak. I do not believe it is related to Caron as I had of cours
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Nwmenaidd. Caron calls it home. To others its known as the town of tales . The hidden shire. The gateway to Annwvn. These fanciful appellations derive from a background steeped in half-remembered history and legend. What these legends are, however, are vague and fragmented. There are the stories told upon stormy days and around fires, but they are the generic type told in every village of Cymru, and are shared freely. However, there is an undercurrent to them, a secondary level of tale that are are believed rather than expressed. More and yet less than a religion. They are the private beliefs that are not so much hidden from outsiders due to fanaticism, but more from the simple fact that few would truly believe them, or be better off for knowing. Not all tales are comfortable, especially if you are not born to them.
Knowing my disdain for the unproven, Caron tested my devotion the night before our wedding by telling me a selection of such tales as she held dear. I found