Post by Tristan Deschênes on Mar 15, 2015 19:13:39 GMT -5
The reunion with Gwynevere had been a nice one, and a strangely pleasant distraction. Certainly, he may have accused an innocent man of wrongdoing regarding the purity of his sister and she may have fallen and gotten hurt, but overall, the meeting had been a pleasant one. It was the perfect distraction that Tristan needed. Sir William had not given him much comfort during their ride home to Forestier from the eastern reaches of Estersea. Yet, nothing gave the knight so much assurance as the prospect of coming home.
Yet, now that he was home, he realized that it did nothing to assuage the dark thoughts that were plaguing his mind. He had been in the right. He was attacked first, he was merely defending himself just as he had been so trained. Yet, the fact that he had taken the life of another could not escape him. It was like a pernicious wound, refusing to be ignored and throbbing incessantly in his mind. The sequence of events played over and over and in his mind. Indeed, it was not just one life that he had taken, either.
Shaking his head, Tristan tried to banish it from his thoughts. His mind was in conflict. On the one hand, he knew he had done the right thing, but in the other? How could he call himself a knight of the realm? There was only one that he could think of to talk to about such manners. Indeed, he was the very man that had warmed him grimly of the harsh realities Tristan was to face. Tristan did not wholly believe his Uncle Aydan, but now? Now, he did.
He wandered the grounds of their home, relying on information on where his Uncle might be. Dinner had been served and the castle was settling in for the night. He hoped to catch his uncle before he retired for the evening. No doubt Aydan noticed how hollow and forced Tristan's pleasant discourse had been during dinner. Perhaps he would take that as a sign.
@aydan
Yet, now that he was home, he realized that it did nothing to assuage the dark thoughts that were plaguing his mind. He had been in the right. He was attacked first, he was merely defending himself just as he had been so trained. Yet, the fact that he had taken the life of another could not escape him. It was like a pernicious wound, refusing to be ignored and throbbing incessantly in his mind. The sequence of events played over and over and in his mind. Indeed, it was not just one life that he had taken, either.
Shaking his head, Tristan tried to banish it from his thoughts. His mind was in conflict. On the one hand, he knew he had done the right thing, but in the other? How could he call himself a knight of the realm? There was only one that he could think of to talk to about such manners. Indeed, he was the very man that had warmed him grimly of the harsh realities Tristan was to face. Tristan did not wholly believe his Uncle Aydan, but now? Now, he did.
He wandered the grounds of their home, relying on information on where his Uncle might be. Dinner had been served and the castle was settling in for the night. He hoped to catch his uncle before he retired for the evening. No doubt Aydan noticed how hollow and forced Tristan's pleasant discourse had been during dinner. Perhaps he would take that as a sign.
@aydan