Until It's Gone

Snapshots from the life of Endahren Merchell.

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Shadows of the Past 886/7/11
Posted on 01 Jun 2012 17:06
It had been a hot day. Trade had been sluggish today, but considering how much cooler it was in the store than it was out here, working sounded actually alluring. In fact, that's what he had been doing most of the day, but it was now Calvier's shift. The guy needed something to do too, if he was to ever hold up shop by himself here.
Endahren took a gulp of his lukewarm wine and stared into the distance. Nightingale hadn't been around much lately. Not around much at all in fact. It hurt more than he thought it would have, and at random times whenever he was doing something completely unrelated, he would suddenly just stop and wonder how he was doing. Nightingale had formed so much of his life these past several years that he didn't know anymore what to do without him around. It was like a big gaping wound that had suddenly made its presence known, and it wasn't letting him forget that it existed. It was like it was purposefully looking for ways to surprise him and hit right where it would hurt the most. All this time to think wasn't doing anything to help for sure.
He took a deep breath and stood up. Maybe it was time to take another walk. He'd been walking a lot lately. At least it kept him fit, he supposed, although its main purpose was just to give him something to do, and for that he was despearate. As he turned, he bumped against something.
"What the…" He hadn't heard anything of this person's approach, and looking at his face brought a momentary sense of dizziness. "…Jenare?"
The black-haired man nodded. "Hello."
At first, Endahren could do nothing but stare. This apparition had confirmed itself to be his long-time friend, and while the features were the same as before this expression was something that he had never witnessed on Jenare's face before. It was empty and hard, and gave the impression that the wearer of the face wouldn't really care at all if you ceased to exist right then and there. It was very much unlike Jenare, so much it was unnerving. "…woah."
Jenare merely nodded at him, not that he had said much that required any kind of a response. Behind his head Endahren could see the grip of a big black two-handed sword. "…woah." It wasn't like he didn't know Jenare was getting quite strong, but he had also never been too much of a physical fighter, and always seemed more concentrated on his magical studies to anyone that knew him well. He licked his lips. "Err. Well. Great seeing you again?" It came out as more of a question than a statement.
"Yes."
While Jenare had never been too talkative, this was certainly a new record even for him. Something was definitely up, Endahren thought. "Oh, have a seat. And some wine. Do tell, dear old friend, where have your adventures taken you to this time?" He poured Jenare some wine from the pitcher on the table and sat back down. Jenare carefully laid his sword against the back of the chair before sitting himself. It gave Endahren some time to observe him more closely. (read more…)

Celebrate the Passing Years 885/8/4
Posted on 01 Jun 2012 17:06
"Older once again, Nightingale," Endahren said. He smiled at the silver-haired man who had just arrived to his and Calvier's home. It was evening, and the three had plans to go out to celebrate the day.
"You know I never age," Nightingale responded calmly, and smiled back at him. "You should be careful of what you say, you old man."
"Me? Old? Never." Endahren laughed, and patted Nightingale on the head. "Anything you want to do today?"
"Not particularly. We'll see if something comes up later."
"If you come up with anything, tell me."
It would soon be a year since Endahren had moved to Bastok, chasing after Nightingale. Endahren didn't know if they had been happier back in San d'Oria, or now here in Bastok. He guessed it didn't matter. While the relationship between the two hadn't changed, there had been other trouble to Nightingale in San d'Oria. So now they were here. Eventually, Endahren knew he had to leave, but the time wasn't yet. And a lot could happen yet.
"I got a letter from Ellanore today." Ellanore, his fiancée. He wasn't quite certain how much of the situation she understood. Nightingale knew of her for sure.
"How is she?"
"She's…left. To go adventuring. I was pretty certain she was going to end up doing that, but it's still somewhat of a shock." Nightingale nodded silently. While he did know of her, Endahren had never quite managed to figure out how he felt about her and her relationship with him. They would marry eventually, that was something Endahren had no intention of changing if Ellanore herself didn't wish it. It had been settled a long, long time ago. He felt it wouldn't be right to break it now, not after all these years.
"I had that feeling too. Adventuring fits her, somehow." Nightingale looked thoughtful. Lately he'd been doing that a lot. Endahren was starting to suspect Nightingale wanted to go out himself, find some adventures. Sometimes, he could swear it was like an epidemic. Everyone he loved would eventually leave like that.
"Hullo. I thought I heard your voice." It was Calvier, walking out from his room. "Happy birthday and all." Nightingale thanked him. The two weren't especially close, but they got along well enough. Calvier sometimes joined Endahren and Nightingale when they went out in the evenings, although most of his spare time he spent with Irene, his fiancée. Irene was a nice enough girl too, Endahren thought, but she wasn't too enthusiastic about partying. Not that he really blamed her for not joining them, if you weren't interested you weren't interested.
"Shall we go then?" The three walked out, happy enough to forget all worries for the night. (read more…)

Letter: To Ellanore Delouvien 885/4/23
Posted on 01 Jun 2012 17:05
Hi Ella!

Writing this in my lull time at the store, since it occurred to me it's been so long since I last wrote to you. Time has flown past here in Bastok, end the store itself is doing reasonably well by now. Calvier and his girl Irene - remember, I wrote to you about them the last time? - got engaged. A bit of a shocker, that. But I figure it's a good time for them, what with him expecting to take over the store pretty soon. Hopefully they'll find happiness.
Got a letter from Jenare a bit ago, says he's finally ditched his family and left to adventure. I thought you might be interested in hearing something like that, since you've always wanted to leave yourself. I don't really know what it is with all of you, sometimes it seems like all the people I get to know better want to leave everything behind for the uncertainty of fighting their way in the wilderness. I suppose it does have its own draw, though.
But my point was - it can be done. I know you're unhappy there.
Say my hellos to your family.

Endahren (read more…)


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