Post by Lady Ditto Armunn on Sept 21, 2007 18:00:12 GMT -5
Her task with Lord Bloodmoon complete, Ditto recalled from the Gargoyle city back home, to the confines and coldness of Keep Armunn.
Plopping herself upon her bed, she recalled the lava pit she and Galnor had sat by. It had been a wonderful inspiration for her artwork, and also a tune she often hummed. It was a tune that reminded her often of her son, Daerauko. Often she was taken back to the last day years ago that she saw him. Handsome and proud like his father, but a laid back, confident air was always surrounded him. He was loyal and kind to people in general, and knew his own mind. He could be playful and quietly charming, yet ferociously protective of loved ones. Daer didn't bellow or stomp about....rather, he's been the opposite. Not shy, but quiet and observing. He'd been a good protector as well as a good teacher for Imryrr when they were but children. When tiny, and if her father wasn't around, Imy would always run to Daerauko and command him to "fix it", if it something were broken, or to "kill it", if someone or something didn't give her her way. Daer was patient with Imy, but, unluckly for Ditto, he too spoiled her like their father did. Imy was always at her best behavior around her brother though because she was constantly seeking to better him in all ways. A little older and Daerauko became Imy's confidant and her best friend. For Daerauko, she was more of a funny playmate that tried her best to tag along where ever he might go. Daerauko became very good at stealthing away from Imy, but still being able to keep his eye on her. After all, a brother doesn't always want his baby sister bothering him.
At first, military school had been a good choice for Daerauko, Ditto thought, but overtime she learned that he was getting bored there. He just didn't want to be a soldier. And so, she stood by her son when came the day he spoke to Tarothin. He wasn't asking for permission, he'd already made his decission. Daer wanted to find his own way, train in diifferent areas of fightining techniques. But the life of a soldier, just wasn't for him. Tarothin, though slightly disappointed in the choice, had been proud of his son and supported his decission. Daerauko stood on his own two feet, asking for, and accepting nothing other than the love of his family and so traveled more and more, learning more and more.
He was a good and faithful son, but hardly ever home. He would come when asked, and they all knew not to ask unless it was of great importance, for he was training and learning constantly. He and Ditto wrote letters often to keep in touch. She made sure to tell him everything she could, to help him feel that he was always with his family. When his father began having difficulties with keeping up his human appearances, letters were less frequent, and when she did write, she mentioned little of the problems surrounding Tarothin's change. Daerauko knew his mother, the infrequency of the letters alone, told him something wasn't right, but other than asking if he were free for this birthday or that festival day, she did not ask him to come home. Daerauko's last letter was sent to wish her a Happy Birthday, but included no questions, nor his future plans of what he might be doing next. This was odd, because he too, though cryptic with little detail, tried to keep his family informed of his doings as well.
That was the last she'd heard from her son. Her birthday, more than ten years ago.
She's kept up with the letter writing loyaly. At least one a week whenever she could. Just three years ago, the messenger service sent her a huge bundle of letters.....returned to her after a clerical inspection showed that the letter recipitant hadn't been found in over seven years. Ditto paid a personal visit to the messenger service, and it was now part of the Dark Order holdings, and no more are her letters returned to her. They had been the only ones to bring up the fact that her son might not be recieving the letters because he might be dead. Ditto would not accept this. No one had ever brought proof that he was dead, and so, she refused to even humor the thought. He might be lost, but he was not dead.
Ditto sat up on the bed and looked over at the bedchamber desk and glanced at the many shiney presents Tarothin had given her. Their value high in price because her husband never did anything in a small way. All the riches in the keep, and Ditto herself was near broke due mostly because of the many search parties she'd hired over the years, to find her son's where abouts. On the desk, another letter by the last expeditiion,...the last failed expeditiion.
She was back home, Imryrr was back home, now Tarothin was back home......Daerauko would be next, she vowed. Tarothin was thinking clearly once again, and getting his barings quickly.
It was time they discussed their son........
.
Plopping herself upon her bed, she recalled the lava pit she and Galnor had sat by. It had been a wonderful inspiration for her artwork, and also a tune she often hummed. It was a tune that reminded her often of her son, Daerauko. Often she was taken back to the last day years ago that she saw him. Handsome and proud like his father, but a laid back, confident air was always surrounded him. He was loyal and kind to people in general, and knew his own mind. He could be playful and quietly charming, yet ferociously protective of loved ones. Daer didn't bellow or stomp about....rather, he's been the opposite. Not shy, but quiet and observing. He'd been a good protector as well as a good teacher for Imryrr when they were but children. When tiny, and if her father wasn't around, Imy would always run to Daerauko and command him to "fix it", if it something were broken, or to "kill it", if someone or something didn't give her her way. Daer was patient with Imy, but, unluckly for Ditto, he too spoiled her like their father did. Imy was always at her best behavior around her brother though because she was constantly seeking to better him in all ways. A little older and Daerauko became Imy's confidant and her best friend. For Daerauko, she was more of a funny playmate that tried her best to tag along where ever he might go. Daerauko became very good at stealthing away from Imy, but still being able to keep his eye on her. After all, a brother doesn't always want his baby sister bothering him.
At first, military school had been a good choice for Daerauko, Ditto thought, but overtime she learned that he was getting bored there. He just didn't want to be a soldier. And so, she stood by her son when came the day he spoke to Tarothin. He wasn't asking for permission, he'd already made his decission. Daer wanted to find his own way, train in diifferent areas of fightining techniques. But the life of a soldier, just wasn't for him. Tarothin, though slightly disappointed in the choice, had been proud of his son and supported his decission. Daerauko stood on his own two feet, asking for, and accepting nothing other than the love of his family and so traveled more and more, learning more and more.
He was a good and faithful son, but hardly ever home. He would come when asked, and they all knew not to ask unless it was of great importance, for he was training and learning constantly. He and Ditto wrote letters often to keep in touch. She made sure to tell him everything she could, to help him feel that he was always with his family. When his father began having difficulties with keeping up his human appearances, letters were less frequent, and when she did write, she mentioned little of the problems surrounding Tarothin's change. Daerauko knew his mother, the infrequency of the letters alone, told him something wasn't right, but other than asking if he were free for this birthday or that festival day, she did not ask him to come home. Daerauko's last letter was sent to wish her a Happy Birthday, but included no questions, nor his future plans of what he might be doing next. This was odd, because he too, though cryptic with little detail, tried to keep his family informed of his doings as well.
That was the last she'd heard from her son. Her birthday, more than ten years ago.
She's kept up with the letter writing loyaly. At least one a week whenever she could. Just three years ago, the messenger service sent her a huge bundle of letters.....returned to her after a clerical inspection showed that the letter recipitant hadn't been found in over seven years. Ditto paid a personal visit to the messenger service, and it was now part of the Dark Order holdings, and no more are her letters returned to her. They had been the only ones to bring up the fact that her son might not be recieving the letters because he might be dead. Ditto would not accept this. No one had ever brought proof that he was dead, and so, she refused to even humor the thought. He might be lost, but he was not dead.
Ditto sat up on the bed and looked over at the bedchamber desk and glanced at the many shiney presents Tarothin had given her. Their value high in price because her husband never did anything in a small way. All the riches in the keep, and Ditto herself was near broke due mostly because of the many search parties she'd hired over the years, to find her son's where abouts. On the desk, another letter by the last expeditiion,...the last failed expeditiion.
She was back home, Imryrr was back home, now Tarothin was back home......Daerauko would be next, she vowed. Tarothin was thinking clearly once again, and getting his barings quickly.
It was time they discussed their son........
.
