Back in Ar for a while, I decided to head to Jula again to visit. This stay has ended up longer than planned and for the time being is indefinate. I am enjoying myself there and for the first time in a while I am allowing myself to enjoy, to not over worry things and to just be. I enjoy the time spent with Akil and instead of the Inn, he has put me in a room at his house, Aris in the next room over. It is more comfortable than the Inn, the gardens are lovely as well.
At times I am not sure if he is serious by the things he will say, I do not know him overly well and while he teases in some regards, I think he might be deadly serious. When I broached the subject of the children, I said I would have to go back or bring them to me and was leaning toward heading to Turmus to meet them there at the vineyard on the river. It had been decided that the children will meet me here. Aris was sent to see to their safety on the journey with instructions to add an entourage of guards until my children are safe with me. I have had word that they have set out on their journey. I am very excited to see them.
Work is still taking place.. I manage both wineries, Marcus' and mine, by documents coming back and forth. At some point I will have to go to Ar to oversee the bottling. The Turmus winery is small enough and my staff trustworthy so I don't worry about that winery much.
Reck - - if only he knew what a space he left in my life. I owe him much for reminding me that there is a life to reach out and grab. I have ended up playing it safe and have become so stagnant. Now, I allow myself to look out to the horizon and start.. there.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Sunday, December 04, 2005
The Meeting of Children
Since the night at the alley I have been trying to put the horrible scene behind me. It isn't easy as I worry over.. and miss.. Reck. Daily walks past the shop leave Aris in a foul mood. Nothing I do seems to please him and so it is good that I don't try to please him. That would get us no where. He notices things though and so I feel his hard and dark gaze on me more and more. He knows how he found me, he doesn't know what transpired, only that I still have the remnants of occasional nightmares and this obsession with finding Reck. Asking about Reck on the Street of Brands only brought my guards into an altercation with an overzealous slaver. The man offered that he was more suited to my needs than Reck. For once I did not reply and was escorted away swiftly before the situation became worse. I do not know who else to go to. Thalonius doesn't seem to know anything and if he does he isn't giving me any sign that he has any knowledge of his whereabouts. The wine sales are going well in the arena and finally I am seeing some return on that venture. Still I look for him, still I see him how he was the last I saw him.. from a man I knew in a fevered embrace, to the killer that I stood staring at, trying to help and being smacked away from him to protect me. Reck, I hope you are safe. Please, I need some peace, I wish you would get word to me that you are alive and well. He should have taken me with him, I have coin, I could have helped him.. Bah, this is insanity.
My work has been part of my sanity, instead of laying in bed most of the day like I was trying to.. now I have decided to do something with all of the peach juice I ended up with from the added polination orchards. A peach wine and a peach liquor seem to be a minor success. Perhaps I have sampled a bit more of the liquor than I should but I am thinking when the taste tests are ready to generate to the public, we will find this line a success. The drink does add a mellow warmth to my frayed edges.
Finally the Cabot children have met. I found my heart went out to the young Maximillian but soon he was embraced by our three and romping the gardens like they have known each other forever. Madeline keeps asking over and over when she will see him again. I was a bit nervous about the meeting, more worried about how Maxine would take things as they are but she seems to be taking all in stride, the visit with her father adding more of a smile to her eyes. Of the three I think she is most like him in looks and personality. Young Maximus met his father "man to man" but then caved into the young boy he is by hugging to his father like the child he still is. My young stoic man trying to be the man of the house. I enjoyed watching the two of them together. Then there was Maddy, the child Max has not yet met. She was very shy at first but then seemed to take over like she usually does. Our dramatic child and the child most like me. May the Priest Kings watch over her closely!
Soon the children were having to much fun playing that Max and I were able to talk for a while. There seemed so much to say but not much was said. We seem so formal with one another but he did extend an invitation that I have accepted. Parting was difficult when he and Maximillian had to leave. My heart went out to the boy who now knew his brother and sisters to now going back to a quiet house. I know my three miss him and Max already. Maxine cried herself to sleep, I heard her yet the next day she would admit to nothing - just, like her father. The Cabot brood still snicker at what they saw, I only need to give them the eye to hush them to silence. Max told me that I needed to get some meat back onto my bones. Looking in the mirror that night I realize that I have lost some weight.
Back to work then my daily walk to the Street of Brands and to the shop .. will today be a day of news?
::closing the book she sat back in her chair and rubbed her eyes while she rested for a moment, thinking about where he could be. She knew what she heard, she had a better idea just where he might be and this brought a unpleasant crease to her brow. It was hard to admit but she missed him. A soft sigh as she drew her lower lip between her teeth, memory from one moment to the next, a nibble then to the dark smear of leaking liquid, that nauseous wave once more. He could have left her for dead...::
My work has been part of my sanity, instead of laying in bed most of the day like I was trying to.. now I have decided to do something with all of the peach juice I ended up with from the added polination orchards. A peach wine and a peach liquor seem to be a minor success. Perhaps I have sampled a bit more of the liquor than I should but I am thinking when the taste tests are ready to generate to the public, we will find this line a success. The drink does add a mellow warmth to my frayed edges.
Finally the Cabot children have met. I found my heart went out to the young Maximillian but soon he was embraced by our three and romping the gardens like they have known each other forever. Madeline keeps asking over and over when she will see him again. I was a bit nervous about the meeting, more worried about how Maxine would take things as they are but she seems to be taking all in stride, the visit with her father adding more of a smile to her eyes. Of the three I think she is most like him in looks and personality. Young Maximus met his father "man to man" but then caved into the young boy he is by hugging to his father like the child he still is. My young stoic man trying to be the man of the house. I enjoyed watching the two of them together. Then there was Maddy, the child Max has not yet met. She was very shy at first but then seemed to take over like she usually does. Our dramatic child and the child most like me. May the Priest Kings watch over her closely!
Soon the children were having to much fun playing that Max and I were able to talk for a while. There seemed so much to say but not much was said. We seem so formal with one another but he did extend an invitation that I have accepted. Parting was difficult when he and Maximillian had to leave. My heart went out to the boy who now knew his brother and sisters to now going back to a quiet house. I know my three miss him and Max already. Maxine cried herself to sleep, I heard her yet the next day she would admit to nothing - just, like her father. The Cabot brood still snicker at what they saw, I only need to give them the eye to hush them to silence. Max told me that I needed to get some meat back onto my bones. Looking in the mirror that night I realize that I have lost some weight.
Back to work then my daily walk to the Street of Brands and to the shop .. will today be a day of news?
::closing the book she sat back in her chair and rubbed her eyes while she rested for a moment, thinking about where he could be. She knew what she heard, she had a better idea just where he might be and this brought a unpleasant crease to her brow. It was hard to admit but she missed him. A soft sigh as she drew her lower lip between her teeth, memory from one moment to the next, a nibble then to the dark smear of leaking liquid, that nauseous wave once more. He could have left her for dead...::
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