Raoul
He watches her from the market when she goes to the water to watch the waves and searches for moonstones
Jörn sits at his piano and plays as the memory plays back, thrown back from dreams in his mind
He creates
Recalls from dreams
He plays. The music where he is conductor. Conductor of all. In control
He’s in control
Always in control
Of all his emotions....
She goes to the water to wash. To wash the blood from her clothes.
He stayed to watch her because earlier he had heard her screams. The father’s shadows on the stall wall behind the curtain he watched....
The Druid with the silver and gold; the crystal ball.... they were going to sack the market but he convinced the men otherwise. To trade instead his hides.... to sell his swords he spent all winter at his craft
They were going to sack the market
Instead he watched her red hair escape from the hood of her dark blue woad dyed robes
But as he watched her the men back at the market were drinking.
There was blood on his blade.... things turned when he heard her scream in the shadows and his blade found the reason for her screams and .....
He saw relief in her face as he dragged the Druid from her
And as he watched her wash still stunned she searched the shore for moonstones, washing the blood from her clothes
the screams from the market reached them. The look on her face reminded him of his dead sister and he ran and hauled her over his shoulder like his sack of swords. Her robes wrapped around and falling in drapes down his back as he ran to the long boat with her
His music on the piano goes mad as his fingers slam down on the keys
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