Indigo's Rose: Chapter 8FreakDerog. 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, hi
Indigo's Rose: Chapter 7BaronDark. I awoke with a feeling of misgivings and have yet to feel sleep approaching, so have decided to write. Where does this anxiety arrive from? I glanced over to Derog, who lies at the foot of the inn bed, and he is singing in his sleep. It is not in Welsh or English, nor even Latin. I would think it nonsense, but it sounds too structured to be babbling. I'll inquire when he awakes to what he's been studying. His voice reminds me so much of Caron. What I wouldn't give away, my mansion and lands, to hear but one more tune from her lips.I will awake him shortly. The sun has risen and I'd like to arrive before the other guests do. It
Indigo's Rose: Chapter 6MahoganyDeparting. My affairs have been put in order and none of the patients within my care are possessed of a malady that will cause their fail due to my two week sabbatical. Derog seemed quite enthusiastic when I proposed the journey to him. In fact, much of his morose attitude of late seems replaced with the determined purposefulness I have written of before. He is still gripped with what seems as paranoia, and the ringing of church bells in particular has an odd effect on him. Still, his appetite has greatly improved and he is filling out. During one of his usual trips to the library I found I had need to reference a book that I h
Indigo's Rose: Chapter 5SolomonAugust. 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 De
Indigo's Rose: Chapter 4SlendermanCaron. I first met her in this very house. Though I was born to London, this town is where both my parents were born. They brought me around my sixteenth year to visit and see my heritage. I was apprenticed to my father, and eager to prove that I knew more than he. I had heard of the famous Craig brewery and the medicinal properties said to be contained within their liquors. Wishing to dismiss such claims I journeyed here to sample the miracles for myself. It was in the gardens I passed that I heard a singing that would have rivaled the celestial choir. I was not fluent in the welsh tongue, but the mysterious lyrics behind that m
Indigo's Rose: Chapter 3WolfLost. My family disappeared overnight. My dearest Caron passed with a sigh of relief in her sleep. Those wracked by disease rarely go so peacefully in the end, and I am grateful. My mourning must be postponed however, for Derog has gone missing, and the living take precedence over the dead. It was a few minutes after midnight when I heard a wail and the sound of shattering glass. Gregoire started upright, and for a moment I worried for the man's heart. For the first time in the years I have known him I watched him mutter a prayer and cross himself. He joined me later in Master Craig's old room, whose doors had not only been unlocked,
Indigo's Rose: Chapter 2NymffNwmenaidd. 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
Indigo's Rose: Chapter 1Silent Nymph, with curious eye,Who the purple ev'ning lieOn the mountain's lonely van,Beyond the noise of busy man... - Grongar HillCrabBeauty. That is what I've always striven to preserve. The human body is a miraculous thing. Ingenious in design. A sublime work of art. It is meant to be beautiful. Health is beautiful. Even in the jowly depths of the old beggar, or the horse-nosed crone, there is a poetry to face and form. To its correct functioning. As a physician I have always admired its workings and warred against the ill humors that invaded it. In this waltz between birth and death my Caron had moved with unending grace. Then
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