Some really short stories I wrote that relate to the guests at the Confessor and Lani’s wedding. Sorry they’re all out of order.
[[ This one takes place just after the Confessor and Lani’s wedding ceremony. ]]
Keyalenn Goldbrand lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He wasn’t sick. That was a lie he had told in order to be excused from the festivities early. While he was happy for the Confessor and Lani, and he did want to be there at their party, he couldn’t take the heartache he felt when seeing Linarelle. During the ceremony, he had tried to ignore his feelings, but the more he tried , the worse he felt. So, after the ceremony was over, he told the Magister he felt ill and that he was going to his room.
His stomach growled. He could hear the music from the party in the garden outside his open window. The thought occurred to him that he could go out, and get some food to bring back up. Maybe no one would see him, but then, he thought he might not be that hungry. It was just his stomach growling. He didn’t really feel like eating.
If he did go, he might see her, and that was the deciding factor. He lay still upon the bed, staring at the ceiling as tears welled up in his eyes. He’d rather not take the chance.
[[ This one takes place the evening before the wedding. ]]
It was a different house, Aunt Lani’s house, and there was so much to explore. Rylad was faster on his feet now than he was the last time he was here. He ran from one room to the next. The stairs were blocked, and the rooms were small, but it was fun. Aunt Lani wasn’t there, but he wasn’t alone. Two other elves sat at the table in the small dining room. One of them used pencils on a book. That wasn’t right. Minn’da said it wasn’t good to draw on books. The older elf here didn’t seem to know there was anything wrong with it. Maybe it was okay here.
Rylad stopped running and climbed up on one of the chairs to stand on and see better. The older elf reached over to help Rylad, but Rylad pushed his hand away. Rylad doesn’t need any help! The older elf still kept his hand near Rylad’s back without touching him. That was okay. Rylad hit the table with both hands and yelled in triumph.
He started to climb up on the table and reached for one of the pencils. That was when the older elf picked him up. He took the pencil out of Rylad’s hands and handed it to the other elf who was still sitting with his book open. The other elf took it. Rylad screamed. They took his pencil! He started kicking and flailing his arms as he continued to cry. Where was Minn’da? He cried out her name. Maybe she would come for him. He didn’t want to be picked up. He arched his back and cried louder as the older elf carried him to the other room.
Where was Minn’da? Where was Saff? He cried for both.
“Shh. It’s okay. Look, here’s your blanket.” The older elf said as he sat in a chair and pulled the blanket, which had a little tiger on it, over Rylad. His voice was gentle and soothing. Rylad forgot why he was crying as the older elf rocked him back and forth. His eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep.
[[ The last three take place the day after the wedding. ]]
Perothis had arrived home late the night before, and wasn’t able to speak to his parents then as they were already asleep. He woke up early this morning, and started planning what he would say to them. It wasn’t that they were against him becoming a ranger some day, and preferably, that’s what Perothis would like eventually anyway. For now, he was working, and training in the city. He was supposed to be saving up money for further training, but Desdeyliri had introduced him to the ranger captain in the Ghostlands the night before. He’d be able to join them and receive free training.
Of course, the obvious benefit was that he would be much closer to Des, and would be able to see her more often. Another obvious benefit would be the free training and immediate work. He was already saving up to get his own place as well, so being able to do that without worrying about further training would be ideal.
He did think he would miss the city, just a little. He’d miss his friends and his parents, and maybe even his sister a little too. He wasn’t sure about buying a house in the Ghostlands either. Most of them were in need of extensive repair. It was either that or build his own home, and he didn’t know much about building or fixing! Of course, the captain had mentioned that he would be able to stay at the ranger building. That would do to start with.
He heard his mother call out his name. Breakfast was ready. He took a deep breath. It was time to tell them.
Gaelardrim had always preferred to think of himself as being a logical person. If something didn’t make sense, he didn’t consider it an option. He was surprised then by his recent thoughts concerning one of the students at the mage school. There was no doubt her parents would not approve of her seeing a ranger. Mage students often came from the more affluent homes, those that could afford the tuition. They typically didn’t approve of their daughters running about with guys who didn’t have much, like rangers. Gaelardrim knew that first hand. His own family had been wealthy.
Of course, he didn’t have it now. The money was tied up in the Silvermoon courts as they decided exactly where it should go. Gaelardrim wasn’t sure he wanted it, even if they did decide it belonged to him. The mansion he had lived in, sat locked and rotting on one of the streets where most of the homes were in the same state and situation. His family was gone now. He was the only one left. The only one who saw that it didn’t make sense. The only one who had refused to go.
And yet, while he could see that he was setting both himself and Maerista up for heartbreak, he didn’t understand how he could still feel so powerless to stop it. He should be able to just say he couldn’t see her anymore and let that be that, but the very thought made him shake his head, almost in panic. He wanted to be with her, but it didn’t make sense. He had even kissed her!
“I love her.”
“What was that?” Ty asked. They had been practicing at the targets as they did every day.
Gaelardrim looked up, unaware that he had spoken out loud until Ty said something. “Oh, nothing. That was a nice shot.” he said, nodding towards the target.
Thankfully, Ty didn’t question any further, and allowed the conversation to turn towards their practice.
They’re hiding something. I know it. That was the one thought Vallindra kept having since meeting the boy her sister had adopted. They had told her that he was a local orphan. A local orphan who happened to have the same name as her dead brother. She would have been able to accept that as the truth, if she had never met him, but the moment she saw that dark red hair she had her doubts. His face was too close to how Sanimir looked at the same age, but he was far too young to be the real Vaildor, besides, she remembered very well that night over a hundred years ago when he had died as a baby. She frowned slightly. No. I won’t feel guilty for that. I was just a kid.
She shook her head. Whatever had happened then was done, and in the past. That didn’t change the fact that there was a boy here who looked like he belonged in the family and had the same name. She was determined to get to the bottom of it. She picked up her pen and began inking a letter to the Spire in Silvermoon where they kept the records.