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Late August 359 SR
Time seems to stand still in this elven sanctuary. I have lost track of the passing of the days, but I guess that it is still August, so my 33rd birthday is not yet. I have seen VanQa a few times since the day she awoke. She will let none but Miguen and I to approach her or to see her - nay, not even her sister Durinka. It is a hard fate for VanQa to bear, the brand-marks of her tormentor all over her body, a reminder that he will always be intimately next to her, his foul curses of eternal ownership tattooed into her fair skin. I sense she feels shame and revulsion. I have sometimes heard her quiet weeping, and my heart goes out to her.
I think sometimes of that empty house that once was my home, but the days pass and I wait, but I know not for what, other than to be near VanQa and be here for her if she should need me. That she allows me in her presence is a gift she makes to me that I will ever treasure. It is this that holds me here still. I will know when the time is come to depart, and I feel that it is not yet. |