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Post by Simon Black on Sept 27, 2009 11:59:21 GMT -8
 x  x  everyone i knew was waiting on a cue
to turn and run when all i needed was the truth
He had just about more than he could handle on his plate, what with trying to find his sister, rescuing and caring for a girl whom he suspected to be a runaway noblewoman, running away from an arranged marriage or something. Meeting pirates who just might have all the answers, keeping a sharp look out for manticores, avoiding the druid authorities, who by now probably knew what he was up to and healing whomever showed up at his door. On top of that, he no longer had his horse, which he had name after his sister, so transportation was suddenly difficult. What the man needed was a nice, long holiday, something to get away from everything going on around him. But to do that, Simon would need to get his life in order first and when you’re Simon Black, getting anything in order is always a struggle.
Like finding the time to slip away from his hut in the Cuillin Mountains in the first place, to make sure that Diana wouldn’t get herself into trouble while he was gone. He understood that the girl was longing for something, (just what he couldn’t quite put his finger on) but it seemed to him that she was easily distracted and a magnet for trouble, not unlike his sister, who was now a genius assassin in Sceith and probably brainwashed to boot.
But he couldn’t think about that right now. Right now he just needed to stop thinking, which he was now discovering to be a difficult thing. As an outrageously smart man, Simon’s mind was always at works, the wheels turning at a speed faster than normal human being. He was always thinking intellectually, but never practically. He could tell anyone at a moment’s notice how to treat wounds inflicted by a dragon, but he could not ask a girl to a royal ball to safe his life, but it wasn’t like he went to royal balls anymore, not now that he had other things to think about and that he had lost his fortune and been disowned by his parents, but such was the life of a brother who had a crazy nutcase for a sister.
The wind blew through his hair gentle, brushing it off his forehead. He kept his hair fairly short, even for a druid. At one time, he had wanted to appear as civilized as possible, but now it was simply to keep it out of the way. He might let it grow long again, as he had allowed it to when he was a young boy, but that depended on how much he wanted to cut it. Wouldn’t it be nice to have one less chore to do every so often?
He stared out over the harbor, watching the boats come in and out. Sighing heavily, he rose from his sitting position and started to walk down the hill, slipping, but then catching himself as he tripped over a rock hidden beneath the grass. It was indeed beautiful here, the pace was slow and there were others around. There was strength in numbers, and even Simon, with his limited knowledge of battle-anything, knew this. Others would be able to alert their neighbors if there was something or someone coming. It would be so pleasant, except for one thing.
Simon was no longer welcome with others.
eight seconds left in overtime
she's on your mind
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word count: 568
listening to: love song by sara what's-her-face
lyrics credit: over my head by the fray
mood: pretty good
notes: none
tagged: open
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