Aeramin’s Notes

  • I’m so glad the wedding is over. Almost everything went as Hethurin planned, which was quite a feat considering how much there was to coordinate. And guess who had to make sure everything went right. Yeah, me. I had to teleport to the school, and back to town a few times to make sure things were going well and everything was on time. Teleports aren’t easy on me. Luckily, everything was perfectly timed with our arrival at the school’s garden gate.
  • There was one thing that went wrong. Hethurin passed out during the ceremony. It was a warm day and his robe had at least four or five layers. He was also very nervous, which probably contributed to his light-headedness more than anything else. I was standing next to him when he started to sway. I moved to catch him just as Terellion did on the other side. I wound up guiding him towards Terellion. I guess it was a bit symbolic, now that I think about it.
  • Of course, he had three priests rushing to his side as well. His father was already up front as he was officiating. Two of his sisters joined. I stepped back and wound up having to calm Vaildor and Malwen down a bit. Vaildor thought Hethurin had died, and Malwen was worried about him being okay. I had to assure them both that Hethurin was still breathing and would be fine. He wasn’t out for long, but his father and sisters made him lie down for a while right where he was. Tik had a glass of water for him almost as soon as it happened. I have no idea how that man can be so fast.
  • After about ten minutes, the wedding resumed, but Hethurin sat in a chair until the end when it was time for them to kiss.
  • I’ve never been to a wedding so fancy, much less been in one. That’s including the wedding his parents planned when they arranged his marriage to Xyliah. I thought that was fancy at the time, but it was nothing like this. He must have spent a fortune on it. I know he did on the robes. He even paid the tailors to come out to the Ghostlands to his sister’s house to make last minute adjustments! He also had someone come out to do our hair. I wound up hating having my hair done by someone else. They pulled it back in a braid and that was it. Hethurin did tell them to make sure my hair wasn’t prettier than his. He said that! I thought it looked awful, but Imralion said he liked it. Sometimes I can’t tell if he’s just trying to be polite or not.
  • Im and I have talked about most of the things that were bothering me. He said he’d be okay with Lyorri visiting when she’s older, which is good. However, I still feel guilty about mentioning her in any conversation with him. I feel like I can’t talk about her. I don’t know how having her visit when she’s older is going to work, but at the same time, I want to be part of her life. I don’t want to be ashamed of her. Maybe it took a while, but I think I’m finally bonding with her a bit. She has the sweetest little smile, even though she only has five teeth, and the cutest laugh. I’ve noticed she has different cries for things too. She has a hungry cry, and a wet diaper cry. She even has a Kes cry for when she want’s to be held by Kestrae. I don’t think she has one for me. She doesn’t cry a lot while I’m there. She tends to be very serious and observant, but prone to bouts of laughter. I love her.
  • But I also love him, and I can’t talk to him about her because I feel guilty. Maybe I should talk to the confessor soon. I don’t know.
  • Im has been investigating the murders on Murder Row. Well, not all of them, just the ones involving the male prostitutes there. I don’t know if he’s really doing it for them or not. He might just be doing it for me. I don’t know. If he cared about the people there who were affected by it, he would know their names, right? I found him at one of the restaurants in Silvermoon when I went to give him his portal home the other day. We sometimes eat there before coming home, so I knew to look there when he wasn’t at the building. He was there with two prostitutes. I didn’t know either of them, though the one does look familiar. He had bought them food. I ordered for myself, and asked for some extra bread with my order. I pushed it closer to them after it was brought to the table. I kept waiting for some sort of introduction to learn their names. I found out afterwards that he doesn’t even know their names. He doesn’t know them. He doesn’t know the names of the victims. Well, he did say he had those written down somewhere, but he doesn’t remember any without looking at his paper.
  • It makes me angry. It’s just the way people in Murder Row have always been treated. We’re not people there. We’re not worthy of having names. If anyone is sent to investigate anything they’re not doing it because they actually think it matters. They’re doing it out of some obligation, whether they were told to by their supervisor or they think they owe it to their boyfriend, it’s all the same. The murderer is going to get away with it as long as they stick to the Row. I bet if this was happening anywhere outside the Row, they would have called in more than one to investigate. The crime scene would have been searched thoroughly for clues, witnesses would have come forward, the body would be examined for clues, they would have dusted for fingerprints, and I bet there’s a high chance they would have caught the guy before he went on to kill more. But this is in the Row so no one cares.
  • I don’t know why it makes me so angry. That’s the way it’s always been.
  • I’ll be hearing from the mage I sent to find information on Imralion’s parents soon. His mother showed up to see him soon after Hethurin’s wedding. He’s decided that he’s not very keen on a relationship with her. It makes me worry that my own daughter will reject me when she gets older. After all, I’ve given her away so she can have a better life. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if my own parents had given me away to make sure I didn’t have to grow up on Murder Row. My mother was good with me, but she was always a little absent-minded. My father wasn’t good with me at all. I can’t think things were very difficult growing up with the Matron at the orphanage, at least not as difficult as it was growing up on the Row with a drunk and abusive father, and a mother who trained herself to forget about it and constantly forgive him.
  • Imralion’s father never wanted him. He paid Im’s mother to give them up and keep quiet. She placed them with the Matron. She didn’t abandon them to the streets. She didn’t just leave them to die out in the woods. She left them with someone she knew could care for them. I think if I were Im, I’d give her a chance now that she’s here. I guess I kind of understand how he doesn’t want to, kind of. I mean, not really, and the mage is going to come asking for his payment soon. I hope Lin appreciates that I helped find her mother, at least. With my luck, she’ll probably just wind up hating me more somehow.
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