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Mar. 5th, 2016 06:47 pmBuddy,
I suppose congratulations are in order. You have bested our companions, proven to be the cleverest and of utmost guile. I must admit, I am proud — 'tis a strange feeling. I should be disappointed, upset, even, but I feel nothing but contentment for your cause. Perhaps it is merely because I have done what I was meant to do where I came from; I cannot shake the thought that this is what my mother has always intended. She works strangely, that woman.
This, however, is a digression from why I am composing this letter. I have a favor to ask of you, one I am unsure if you possibly can complete, but I must ask on the chance that it is indeed plausible. I have a son. His name is Kieran and he is but an infant. He is very important and has a future grander than any of us in this village. If there is some way you can locate him, to find him unharmed — I would like you to take him. He has a father, Alistair Theirin, that he has never met, and were it up to me, he never would. I leave it to your discretion whether to return him to Alistair or to keep him for yourself. I suppose it says droves about this man that I would trust your child rearing over his. He is a buffoon, but he will care for Kieran, surely, but I trust you all the same; how could I not, after what we have done?
Know that this is a task you must willingly do, nor is it something I am expecting of you. When I assisted you, I did not want anything in return. 'Tis another strange feeling. I helped you because it was what I wanted to do. Perhaps this was the first real decision I have ever made for myself.. for another. Sadly, I am still learning how to exist for someone else.
In closing, I ask only that you take care of yourself. You have earned that privilege.
M.
I suppose congratulations are in order. You have bested our companions, proven to be the cleverest and of utmost guile. I must admit, I am proud — 'tis a strange feeling. I should be disappointed, upset, even, but I feel nothing but contentment for your cause. Perhaps it is merely because I have done what I was meant to do where I came from; I cannot shake the thought that this is what my mother has always intended. She works strangely, that woman.
This, however, is a digression from why I am composing this letter. I have a favor to ask of you, one I am unsure if you possibly can complete, but I must ask on the chance that it is indeed plausible. I have a son. His name is Kieran and he is but an infant. He is very important and has a future grander than any of us in this village. If there is some way you can locate him, to find him unharmed — I would like you to take him. He has a father, Alistair Theirin, that he has never met, and were it up to me, he never would. I leave it to your discretion whether to return him to Alistair or to keep him for yourself. I suppose it says droves about this man that I would trust your child rearing over his. He is a buffoon, but he will care for Kieran, surely, but I trust you all the same; how could I not, after what we have done?
Know that this is a task you must willingly do, nor is it something I am expecting of you. When I assisted you, I did not want anything in return. 'Tis another strange feeling. I helped you because it was what I wanted to do. Perhaps this was the first real decision I have ever made for myself.. for another. Sadly, I am still learning how to exist for someone else.
In closing, I ask only that you take care of yourself. You have earned that privilege.
M.
