Liliania Sunsong
When it rains it certainly pours, at least it has for poor Nes. During the middle of my Service he called to me over our Order’s stone, his voice so desperate and distraught that I couldn’t ignore the call even if I wanted too. I left in the middle of the very Service I am a hostess off. That makes me a poor hostess indeed. I owe Uraka such a debt of graduated. That’s twice now she has been willing to pick my own slack. I plan on making her some potions to help her, but first I need to collect Azshura’s veil. I am in low supply. It’s a good thing I enjoy swimming.
I left in such a rush thinking that Nes was injured again. I discovered him not physically injured but emotionally. After he came too and was mended by the poison that sent him in his nightmare, he has decided that romance is not the best thing for him. He broke it off with his lover.
It broke his heart doing so. I imagine it broke Kay’s heart as well. When I get a free moment I will need to track her down to make sure she is being comforted as well. This was not something she needed. Not when she lost her communications with the elements, and is so lost without a source of strength. Two hearts shattered. I wish I could pick up the pieces and put them back together again for them.
I am not sure I quite understand Nes’s decision. He explained that it had something to do with an incident with Kaze. That there has been some nagging doubt in his mind since before his attack. He says he doesn’t think he could take care of her properly. Whatever the reason it is, I know that both he and Kay will heal from this. Someone once told me that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but that’s not always true. Sometimes things happen to leave scars. I pray to the Light that neither of them will have any lingering scars, that these hearts will truly heal.
A small part of me, sees the pain that Nez is going through and Is very glad it’s not me. I am quite ashamed of this part of me. One should never revel in someone’s pain, one shouldn’t think “Hey I’m glad it’s not me” with someone’s pain. That is not compassionate at all. It has put my sulky mood in perspective though. Aidyn will come back. He loves me. This will give him purpose. He is much happier now, and will come see me soon. Speaking of which, I need to write him a letter.
