terrorfromtheswamp

Going to Orzammar sounded like a really good idea when I was on the surface missing it. Right now I honestly want to turn back because it’s making me so homesick. Thing is, it’s not just homesickness for a place or even a time, it’s for a person. I miss my first Warden.

He was so desperate to be a paragon of virtue, the shinning light in the darkness, that he was very imperfect in his way. I miss his hopeless romantic desire for Alistair and his unyielding love of him. How naive he was, how afraid, and so grim and sad. I don’t think he knew how to laugh. Maybe he did when he was with his nephew. I never did give his story the ending it deserved. I want to go back and be that person again. I want him to be happier this time. I want him to have all the thing he deserved and never got.

I miss him in all his imperfection but right now I’m doing something new, I’m being someone else, and if I stop this story I’ll never get back to it. So my feelings will have to be quiet for a while and let today’s Warden see this world through her own eyes.