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Da ‘eart is stronger den da mind. I will simply fog joor mind of her. Like if all was a dream.
Staring at the hat in his hand, he sat on the edge of his bed in Silvermoon. He didn’t want to stay long but after meeting with several people, he realized it was too late to find a place to stay that wasn’t in Silvermoon. The hat in his arms, a delicately intricate design, finely embroidered down to the smallest detail, rested against him as he simply looked at it.
He had received it, that was obvious, but he couldn’t remember who gave it to him or why. His hands ran over the softness of the feathers that decorated the top, and the crushed velvet feel of the outer shell. The rich blue made him smile. Like the ocean. Like water. Like…
He couldn’t help but wonder who would give him such a hat. He lifted the hat to his nose, inhaling as he looked for a scent. He blinked when he found it. It was faint, but it was there. He pulled back the hat, staring at it. She started to come into his mind. But why?
He lifted his hand to his nose, scratching an itch when he stopped as well. My hand… it smells like… Her scent was on him. Did…did he see her? Was that why he was holding the hat so tightly against him? He quickly looked for something to write with. He removed a writing tool and found a white spot within the hat. He began to etch the word inside the hat, rubbing hard, making sure that he would never forget. Never forget who gave him the hat. Never forget her.
Seeing the name scratched within the hat, he recalled what they spoke about when they met earlier that evening. He recalled her bruised face and the fury he felt. He cursed the other man. The one who swore to protect her. He hated him so much at that moment. He recalled how much he still loved her and how much it pained him to see her in pain. He recalled how it felt to touch her once more, smile, and even laugh with her. He remembered the promise to write to her.
And just like that, his mind began to cloud once more. First, her name let, followed by the conversation, the touch, and the smiles. The last thing he tried to grasp tightly of before it disappeared was her face. No…wait, please… he begged the image as it slowly swirled into a cloud of gray and emptiness.
Cris blinked, unsure of what he was thinking. All he knew was that the hat was important and frankly, he liked the way it looked on him. He placed the hat on his backpack, so he wouldn’t forget it. The deals had been made with the innkeepers and he was setting out on his journey alone throughout the world. As he lay back in bed, thinking of what he had to do, he felt his heart racing.
“No…no…no!” He lifted his hand to his heart and clutched his chest as the pain overwhelmed him. Cris crawled over in a fetal position on the bed, the pain running through his body. He trembled and shook for a moment before his tense body relaxed. “No…not yet…”
He knew it was going to be a long night as he trembled on the bed. “No…not yet, please.”
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