Flee is a tender soul. There is a fire elemental who is the forgekeeper that has been trapped here for centuries. Flee instantly wanted to release her from all obligations and, while I didn’t disagree, I wanted us to be cautious. There was a reason she was trapped and we needed the whole story before we did anything rash. However Shadow and Clio wanted to take a more abrasive approach. It was so uncomfortable. For people who claim I don’t know how to speak to others the amount of miscommunication in that moment was unbearable.
I found myself trying to mediate. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s my constant desire to not have any discord so that I can have some semblance of peace even though the magic bubble of my early family is long gone. I surprised myself. I don’t know how to comfort others really. You never needed it. I never really received it before I met you, but I recalled when I was upset my mother would place both hands on my cheeks and kiss my forehead. I did that to Flee. Is that weird? Let’s face it, almost everything I do in a social setting is kind of weird.
I was abandoned at a young age, left to fend for myself, then I found you and, well, neither of us enjoy much company around us.
I hugged her and did my best to comfort her. She was so distraught. I didn’t have a bucket of water this time and honestly I don’t think that would have been a good answer. She wanted to know why we were all keeping secrets from each other when we are supposed to be building relationships and bonds. I didn’t have an answer for her. It’s not that I don’t want to tell things, I just don’t always know what to say. So I suggested we each share 3 things about ourselves that we haven’t really shared yet. Her’s were painful to hear… I’m sure mine were no better. Does it ever get easier Herkus? Is this why you stay away from people?
I miss you. I miss the quiet. I miss not having extra weight on my shoulders that is beyond my control. The curse has been with me for so long I barely register it’s pain, but this is all new.