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undecided endings part 10 A tumult of thoughts raced through my mind. I knew we could not stand aside and let the lord be killed, but then again, Adela was a noble and trustworthy person. She was our friend. She would not do something so drastic without good reason. But a small part of me also knew that no matter how good the intentions were, Adela could be seriously punished for such a crime. The very thought of death chilled me to the bone, especially knowing it came from the hands of one of my friends.
"Rowan," I said, beginning to rise, "we have to stop her. We can't just sit here and let Adela-"
"Let Adela what?"
I spun around and saw our elfin friend crossing the floor toward us and found myself at a complete loss for words.
"Well then?" she asked, smiling.
I looked at her,
undecided endings part 9 I slept deeply that night, and well for the most part. Only once did my dreams turn to nightmares, but just as had happened a few nights before, just moments prior to the terrifying climax, I found myself in a peaceful place with no trace of the previous dream. The rest of the night went by quickly and uneventfully.
I awoke that morning to the sound of Adela quietly gathering a few things and preparing to leave. I watched her through my half-lidded eyes and lay very still, wondering where she was going so early, with every intention of following her. The hard part would be to avoid her ever-watchful gaze. I waited as she rummaged through the packs. She pulled out many dried herbs and roots and deposited them in a small black pouch, counted out a fair amount of silver coins, which she put into her bag, along with a small jewel-encrusted dagger. She sto
undecided endings part 4 The town of Dirwing was large by most standards. The fields alone that skirted it reached for miles in every direction. Huge tracts of land filled with produce of every kind stretched as far as the eye could see. It was no surprise that the harvest was so celebrated. It was because of it that the town could be called one of the wealthiest in the western realm. People came from miles around to be a part of the festivities and join in the bounty of the harvest.
We entered the bustling town in the late afternoon just as the street side lanterns were being lit. The outer edges of the city were vacant, but even from the outskirts the chaos in the center could be heard. Brightly colored ribbons hung from windows and flowers decorated doorways of shops and hovels that we passed. Red streamers crisscrossed overhead on the rooftops, maki
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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