Written By Rey
March 24, 2021, 5:07 p.m.(3/3/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Tibault
I seem to always be missing Count Tibault, it saddens me this, but I shall continue to hold on to hope, and pray that we will finally have a chance to see each other. I have missed my adoptive father. I hope he and the house have been doing well here in Arx while I was away, back home in Brighthold.
Written By Sunaia
April 10, 2020, 12:12 p.m.(2/3/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Tibault
...And then, there was the year I had decided I was going to Setarco; I think I was just months from being seventeen. He swore to me he wouldn't let me go, said he'd put an order at the docks and forbid them from letting me set foot there. Said he'd put a tax for a year on any ship that put me on it. Of course, by then, everyone who mattered knew who I was, that I was an Ashford and he owed fealty to us, so I was able to find a Setarcan ship heading there and I paid them enough that I could board.
I left him a note before I left; told him that, when I came back, I'd be seventeen and it would be well into summer. I suggested that we celebrate by going pearl diving again, just outside of Brighthold.
I returned with Setarco Fire and several bottles of red wine for him, but I'm afraid he was furious with me - though it became increasingly difficult to tell, the older he was. He never yelled; he didn't even look at me oddly, and rather graciously took the bottles of wine and liquor. We sat up all night, drinking wine; I fell asleep on the couch and woke up as I always do: gasping, alone, afraid. I didn't see him, anywhere. I didn't see -anyone-. The entire house was silent -- until I woke everyone up, running around, yelling for Rey and Tibault, crying.
It was still so early in the morning that the birds weren't even calling, yet.
He came out of his study; apparently, I hadn't been the one to wake him. I was so glad he was there. He settled me down, had tea made for me and we talked about my trip.
...Oh, why do I think he was furious? Because. We never did go diving for pearls.
I left him a note before I left; told him that, when I came back, I'd be seventeen and it would be well into summer. I suggested that we celebrate by going pearl diving again, just outside of Brighthold.
I returned with Setarco Fire and several bottles of red wine for him, but I'm afraid he was furious with me - though it became increasingly difficult to tell, the older he was. He never yelled; he didn't even look at me oddly, and rather graciously took the bottles of wine and liquor. We sat up all night, drinking wine; I fell asleep on the couch and woke up as I always do: gasping, alone, afraid. I didn't see him, anywhere. I didn't see -anyone-. The entire house was silent -- until I woke everyone up, running around, yelling for Rey and Tibault, crying.
It was still so early in the morning that the birds weren't even calling, yet.
He came out of his study; apparently, I hadn't been the one to wake him. I was so glad he was there. He settled me down, had tea made for me and we talked about my trip.
...Oh, why do I think he was furious? Because. We never did go diving for pearls.
Written By Sunaia
April 6, 2020, 10:50 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Tibault
For years, Brighthold was my port-of-call, the place where I passed through most often, both coming and going, from Ashford Keep as I ran across the Compact from one city to another.
Always, Count Tibault was there to welcome me. Of course he would, so loyal to the Ashfords have the Laveers been.
I cannot remember a single time I visited when he was not the most gracious of hosts, even when I'd slip away without saying goodbye, leaving nothing but a note to say which direction I was heading. He'd always welcome me back with a meal and the warmth of his smiles, which I think I took for granted. I'm sure, now, that I did - as I took for granted so many things, so many relationships, in my youth.
On the heels of connecting, at last, with some of the Wyrmguards here in Arx and in remembering the family I've lost, it's Tibault, again - now in Arx - who is a calm, familiar beacon to me.
I look forward to talking with him, spending time with him again - this time, for longer than a few days in passing.
Always, Count Tibault was there to welcome me. Of course he would, so loyal to the Ashfords have the Laveers been.
I cannot remember a single time I visited when he was not the most gracious of hosts, even when I'd slip away without saying goodbye, leaving nothing but a note to say which direction I was heading. He'd always welcome me back with a meal and the warmth of his smiles, which I think I took for granted. I'm sure, now, that I did - as I took for granted so many things, so many relationships, in my youth.
On the heels of connecting, at last, with some of the Wyrmguards here in Arx and in remembering the family I've lost, it's Tibault, again - now in Arx - who is a calm, familiar beacon to me.
I look forward to talking with him, spending time with him again - this time, for longer than a few days in passing.
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