*Beware, there will be some graphic and salty language in this post. If you are easily offended, please do not read. *
At least you’re still here and I can at least put some of my thoughts down and try to muddle my way through my life for a while longer. There really isn’t anyone that I can talk to about things with Fnor being away and my sister is all tied up with her marriage and two children. Besides, who wants to listen to a lonely and lost fellow trying to make some sense out of the things that have gone on in his life.
I have fucking toed the mark and tried to do all the right things without upsetting the Powers-to-Be, Fate and the Light. I’ve even sent my prayers to any of the damned gods that I can think of to try to make some sense out of what has happened.
The area where the zeppelin crashed is not uninhabited and there are towns and villages scattered all over the place. Yet, no one has seen my red-haired woman traveling with two small children. I know that I have searched until I’m am both exhausted in mind and body. It probably doesn’t help matters that I am still trying to keep the rest of my life in order as well – I do have obligations that must be met – one obligation is military and the other is making money with Morningstar Enterprises to make sure that my family has something to come back too. I don’t think that any of them would want to come back and live in a tent or stay in Silvermoon at this point.
Yes, I did take Fnor’s advice and I have been staying at the main house in Silvermoon and I will have to admit that I have enjoyed spending some time with Agatha and her children. At first, I was kind of nervous since she has never mentioned having a man in her life before, however, after meeting the children, there is no doubt in my mind whom the Father might be. Fnor has two beautiful children, a boy and a girl that he is apparently not acknowledging or he hasn’t been told about them although they seem to be more than a little bit aware of who I am and know of his whereabouts. Amyn would be crushed if she knew that Fnor didn’t keep his word to her, however, he is married to her and has never stepped out or broken his vows since they were married in Dalaran in the Sindorei fashion. The girl is as beautiful as her Mother; however, she has a lot of Fnor’s mannerisms and features – quick to smile and quick to anger, I suppose, just like Daddy. He won’t be able deny the boy – the boy is the spitting image of Fnor, same smile, same everything and his voice is already very much like his Sire’s voice although softer. Now, the question comes to mind of whether I should mention them to him or should I talk to Agatha first? Hmmm, can’t say that I want to confront Fnor about the kids when he is apparently unaware of their existence – that could explain some of Agatha’s absences, I suppose – off having a baby on those vacations she has taken. They both have the same heavy dark hair of both parents; however, the boy has the same exact eyes as Fnor’s other boys – the green flecks overriding the underlying lighter color. Strange but beautiful looking. I think I’ll talk to Agatha and find out what she must say about her children.
I know that I still wake up in the mornings here in Silvermoon and my heart longs to be on the farm in Halfhill. I miss the rain on the rooftop and the smell of the place. Yes, I miss the big bed that seems so empty without Romy in it and I miss the constant chattering of the villagers as they walk down the road towards their farms or the market. I have spoken with Agatha quite a bit about my feelings of loss and the loneliness that has seemed to take the place of the emptiness that I have been feeling. She has assured me that I will survive it all and that she had to experience the whole thing with the Commander when he lost the girl and his child when he was living in Dalaran. Those were turbulent and sad times for all of us, however, Agatha never left Fnor alone all those months, she was always there taking care of the house and a lot of the business stuff that he didn’t want to make time for. Here she is in Silvermoon taking care of his interests here …and his children.
I’ll have to give this all some more thought, my mind is totally spinning at the ramifications of the thoughts that I am having and for once, I’m not dwelling on my own losses. Light!! I wish that I could find Romy and the children soon.