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11.Jan.21, 11:17 PM
"Expectations? Ah... well at least you have someone of your own. Is she also a crafter?" Vondal smiled as he adjusted his hands so he could give hers a squeeze. He was happy that she'd found someone and he hoped she was as happy as she deserved to be with her partner. The mention of Vondlyn's father though had him tilting his head and frowning. "Like ours... oh... I... huh."
He leaned back in his chair, pulling his hands away so he could take a thoughtful sip of his tea. Helyna was his wife. Or at least she was. If everyone thought he was dead then did that mean the marriage didn't exist anymore? "Are we still... I guess you don't need me anymore for that. At least not here." The corner of his lips twitched upwards into a smile as he shook his head. "I don't even remember our marriage... I don't know why I'm bothered by the thought of you having another man to pretend with. Maybe because I still don't know what I'm going to do."
Vondal had found some memory, some sign of who he used to be, who he was, only to find that one little anchor had been removed as well. It wasn't anyone's fault as far as he could tell, maybe a bit of his own for not trying harder to find out who he was. He let himself get distracted with the talk of her child, finding that a much more pleasant line of thought. "You had your moments... I think. I don't remember anything specific, but I have the general impression that you did have sweet moments of your own. I'm glad his father is good with him."
The rest of the conversation was good, a few more memories naturally came back as they talked. It was surreal, like reading a book about his past while it was being written. In between their old stories he added a few of his newer stories about the ship, though he avoided talking about Ketan at all. By the time he was done with his tea and was back to leaning comfortably against his old friend again he asked, "So... what should I do now? I'm fairly sure I'm too old to try to join you in the dragon life, I don't know that I want to go back to the hall... and I don't know if I want to go back to sailing either. Still trying to wrap my head around things you know?"
He leaned back in his chair, pulling his hands away so he could take a thoughtful sip of his tea. Helyna was his wife. Or at least she was. If everyone thought he was dead then did that mean the marriage didn't exist anymore? "Are we still... I guess you don't need me anymore for that. At least not here." The corner of his lips twitched upwards into a smile as he shook his head. "I don't even remember our marriage... I don't know why I'm bothered by the thought of you having another man to pretend with. Maybe because I still don't know what I'm going to do."
Vondal had found some memory, some sign of who he used to be, who he was, only to find that one little anchor had been removed as well. It wasn't anyone's fault as far as he could tell, maybe a bit of his own for not trying harder to find out who he was. He let himself get distracted with the talk of her child, finding that a much more pleasant line of thought. "You had your moments... I think. I don't remember anything specific, but I have the general impression that you did have sweet moments of your own. I'm glad his father is good with him."
The rest of the conversation was good, a few more memories naturally came back as they talked. It was surreal, like reading a book about his past while it was being written. In between their old stories he added a few of his newer stories about the ship, though he avoided talking about Ketan at all. By the time he was done with his tea and was back to leaning comfortably against his old friend again he asked, "So... what should I do now? I'm fairly sure I'm too old to try to join you in the dragon life, I don't know that I want to go back to the hall... and I don't know if I want to go back to sailing either. Still trying to wrap my head around things you know?"
