My own dad won't listen to me and says I shouldn't be so angry. Gods he's so blind! My mom doesn't want him and he tells me that I don't understand!
Fine. He says I can't live anyone else's life for them and can't protect anyone from themselves. Forget it then. Forget this stupid family. If my dad wants to stay here and get hurt then he can, but I won't! I'm leaving! I'm old enough to take care of myself, so I will.
Things won't ever be the same no matter what, so why should I keep waiting for them to change? If they want to be stupid and blind, so what!
I don't know where I will go - I'll probably have to find work or something to get a place to stay. Oh well. Anywhere is better than here.
Collision
Sanria came back from the castle exhausted and grateful to see her own house. She had spend the day in meditations coupled with advising sessions with Enmach. She threw off her robe and stepped into her waterfall shower. Through magic the water diverted here was the perfect temperature. It ran down her face, neck, and body - easing hear pain and clearing her mind. Once finished, she wrapped herself in a fresh robe and headed to her bedroom.
Colin was there, waiting for her. Somehow, though they were "apart" they weren't "apart." Colin had slowly worked his way from the guest room back into Sanria's room - and she was so accustomed to seeing him there that the thought of forcing him out no longer crossed her mind. She told him she'd be staying until he was healed anyway, and Enmach had suggested not rushing that, so, to see him there wasn't troubling, but the look on his face was.
"Leandra is really, really upset," he began haltingly.
"About?"
"Us... everything... she wanted to move out. Me and her."
"I see."
"Do you think she got that from me?" he asked, avoiding her gaze.
"Got what from you?"
"Being so angry..."
"No. She's never truly seen you angry. Only one of our children has."
"And he hasn't been the same with me since," Colin replied quietly.
"Nothing has been the same since."
"Yeah... I think maybe you should talk to her."
"Yes. I don't know what good it will do, but alright."
The soothing affects of her shower gone, Sanria sighed and got up, padding down the stairs to Leandra's room. She expected a fire storm. With Leandra, lately, Sanria could never know. The girl was so full of angst and irritation with her... she knocked. No answer. She knocked again. Nothing. With dread creeping in, she opened the door to find an empty room and what appeared to be an open diary on the bed.
Sanria crossed the room and picked it up and as she read, her blood went cold.
Colin was there, waiting for her. Somehow, though they were "apart" they weren't "apart." Colin had slowly worked his way from the guest room back into Sanria's room - and she was so accustomed to seeing him there that the thought of forcing him out no longer crossed her mind. She told him she'd be staying until he was healed anyway, and Enmach had suggested not rushing that, so, to see him there wasn't troubling, but the look on his face was.
"Leandra is really, really upset," he began haltingly.
"About?"
"Us... everything... she wanted to move out. Me and her."
"I see."
"Do you think she got that from me?" he asked, avoiding her gaze.
"Got what from you?"
"Being so angry..."
"No. She's never truly seen you angry. Only one of our children has."
"And he hasn't been the same with me since," Colin replied quietly.
"Nothing has been the same since."
"Yeah... I think maybe you should talk to her."
"Yes. I don't know what good it will do, but alright."
The soothing affects of her shower gone, Sanria sighed and got up, padding down the stairs to Leandra's room. She expected a fire storm. With Leandra, lately, Sanria could never know. The girl was so full of angst and irritation with her... she knocked. No answer. She knocked again. Nothing. With dread creeping in, she opened the door to find an empty room and what appeared to be an open diary on the bed.
Sanria crossed the room and picked it up and as she read, her blood went cold.
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