From: redsonyaxx@aol.com (RedSonyaXX)
Date: 29 Jan 1998 13:46:15 EST
The first winter I can recall was harsh. Now considering I'm
calling it harsh will tell you something later, for I have a consistant
habit of downplaying most events. I suppose that I was around four
at the time and already showing signs of the artist I would be; in
other words I was driving my poor mother up the walls chasing me
about cleaning up the walls after I had scribbled on them.
The crop that year had been scarce and our animals were slowly
being picked off by the bitter and unnatural cold. Our family was a
close knit one though and we were managing as best we could. My
favorite memories stem from a family tradition that began that winter;
once a week we would sit around the hearth and tell tales; some true
some pure fantasy.
My family was an encouraging one and so they would listen
attentively to my four-year old ramblings as intently as the others.
Perhaps it was that they would find out in that five minute rambling that it
had been me that had performed some trick upon them during the week.
n my defense it was my brother Danor that encouraged that particular trait
in me;much to the later woe of many a man and woman from coast to
coast as I traveled.
But again I get ahead of myself... It was also during that bitter winter
that the tales and whispers of war to the south began. I can remember
one heated arguement between my oldest brother Timeron and my father
on whether he'd be allowed to travel south and join the fray. I think that it
surprised my father when one day he took me to Tear's point to watch the
waves crash against the icy rocks below that I asked what war was.
His words echo within my thoughts at times,"Ach, me bonny lass, me
ken you listen too well, at times. War is something tha' you should wish
ta stay far from our home. It is a game tha' none can win, there are only
losers in such.".
His wistful words would haunt me later, I wanted to ask him more but
the expression on his face nearly frightened me.(and again in my defense,
my father was 6'9" tall, and as big as a bull, when he looked thoughtful, it
was as though a mountain moved and frowned down upon you.)He gently
scooped me up and swung me over his shoulders, "I ken tha' it be time for
your bedtime, Red, my lass. Tommorrow, we'll be going ta town ta get
you a present."
His words working the magic he desired, I forgot my questions about
war and why my brother wanted to go play a game that there were only
losers and focused on what wonders I would see the day after at the town.
~You can choose...~(Chronicles,Red)
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From: redsonyaxx@aol.com (RedSonyaXX)
Date: 29 Jan 1998 13:51:58 EST
~You can choose your friends.....~
Were I given the choice of families, I would choose my own again.
We had our differences like most families, but overall we were happy.
We all felt like we had an important place within our clan; our parents
made it so.
My father was a stalworth man of immense portions(leastwise that's
how I viewed him.) He served as a role-model to my four brothers and was
conscious of the fact. He was cautious of his use of violence(it was rare),
and was a man that was not afraid to show the emotions he had in his heart.
I think that's why my brothers' were well sought after by women; tall,brawny,
intelligent and not closed off from their feelings. My father was a shepard,
in many more way than one.
He was born in the town of Hagersworth, like his father before him.. and
his father before him. He was no stranger to a blade, he had served in the
Kings' calvary for eight years; that is where he met my mother and fell in
love with her.
She was serving in the Kings' calvary, he caught her attentions the first
moment she saw him; but she pushed her emotions aside, her duty came
first. She was not the first woman to serve in the calvary; but she was known
as the fiercest, with the skill to back her heart for the struggle. (For at the
time that my parents served Rilian was fighting for it's freedom from the
tyranny of the Kingdom of L'ulsia.. but again that is another story for perhaps
another time.)
Date: 29 Jan 1998 13:51:58 EST
~You can choose your friends.....~
Were I given the choice of families, I would choose my own again.
We had our differences like most families, but overall we were happy.
We all felt like we had an important place within our clan; our parents
made it so.
My father was a stalworth man of immense portions(leastwise that's
how I viewed him.) He served as a role-model to my four brothers and was
conscious of the fact. He was cautious of his use of violence(it was rare),
and was a man that was not afraid to show the emotions he had in his heart.
I think that's why my brothers' were well sought after by women; tall,brawny,
intelligent and not closed off from their feelings. My father was a shepard,
in many more way than one.
He was born in the town of Hagersworth, like his father before him.. and
his father before him. He was no stranger to a blade, he had served in the
Kings' calvary for eight years; that is where he met my mother and fell in
love with her.
She was serving in the Kings' calvary, he caught her attentions the first
moment she saw him; but she pushed her emotions aside, her duty came
first. She was not the first woman to serve in the calvary; but she was known
as the fiercest, with the skill to back her heart for the struggle. (For at the
time that my parents served Rilian was fighting for it's freedom from the
tyranny of the Kingdom of L'ulsia.. but again that is another story for perhaps
another time.)