My next project seems a lifetime away. I still train at the abandoned Poultry Farm. The crows peck and claw me until a bleed. When I reach my next advancement, I’ll likely need to take time out to hunt for crystals. After that, I’ll need to go beneath The Wall.
Taking time out to learn my spells is a bother that almost makes me wish that I had just remained forever an initiate. That was my original plan.
Another breed of Zombie lives down in those wall tunnels. I have been reading about zombies and other Undead lately. Wondering what differentiates them from humanoids. Azure’s Fieldguide categorises Corpse Grazers as humanoid. I wonder why that is…
A warped subspecies of humans.
I seen Hyacinthe yesterturn. It had been rather a long while since I had seen him last. He is one of those boys. Dazzling. Resplendent. Glittering.
A real life unicorn.
I feel lucky to see him up close. To have him smile at me. To listen to the sound of his laughter.
Hyacinthe is same as Krythix. Though, I do not think that Krythix realises what he is. He still thinks he’s a fawn. He hasn’t any mirrors in his cabin and it is likely that no one has ever told him that he is otherwise. Krythix is still flighty and shy.
Zev might have been one too, had life been kinder to him. I was also lucky that he allowed me so near. I can imagine him now, with a woman and children. Working long marcs doing something honest and backbreaking. Life keeping him too busy and contentedly tired to ever worry, wallow and self-loath. I remember how angry he was when I thanked him for spending the winter with me.
Then there is Jobe that lives in the highest tower of the Guildhall like a queen. Older, but still sparkling. He only leaves at night, clothed in finery and slinking like a sultry cat. He never speaks to me but sometimes he looks, cold, green eyes flashing.
He is promised to be bonded to another man. Lathai. Another young, beautiful, terrifying creature. I want them to do it just so I can see. I’ve never heard of two men getting bonded. Can it really happen? That we could have that same comfortable stability? That we can have a home just like everybody else? Be in love forever… Or are our hearts just naturally more fickle.
I wonder if Draekyn was the same as Hyacinthe and Krythix when he was younger. Beautiful and rare. What was he like when he was my age? Did he smile just as easily as they do, and strut in his capable, strong body. Untouchable. I would’ve been afraid of him just as I am of them.
… Or did the weight of the world and other people’s worries still drag at him just as greatly then as they do now, squashing his young man’s smile. Responsibility. A serious-faced child. His father and his wife. These turns it is me and a handful of others. Perhaps more than a handful – many women love Draekyn, I know.
So I cannot blame him when he vanishes for a week or two. Away from our selfish, needy chatter and pawing fingers. He is likely in some dusty, quiet library somewhere, brooding at a desk…
In my brattier moments I’ve contemplated tearing up his tomes and making a terrible mess of the observatory to display my displeasure. I’d even have the audacity to tell him that it was all his fault when he did return, for leaving me like an unattended pup.
But I think that the very least I can do is wash the dishes and change the bedding while he is gone. Try not to get myself eaten by Trolls again. Keep up with my studies and reading. He’ll be back soon.