Lights hung on a forest of masts and sails, glittering like a blanket of stars spread over the black surface of the water at night. With the new moon, there was little other illumination over the harbor to compete. Hudson finally turned away from the window in the Yransea warehouse and walked back to his desk and the papers piled there. He sat and pulled over the topmost in the pile remaining. There was already a stack dealt with, but as the hour had grown late his ability to concentrate had worn away.
Violet eyes that should have been merry instead lurked, haunted, in his memory. Hudson frowned at the paper in his hand without really seeing the neat rows of figures provided by the accountant. After several minutes he snapped his wrist and sent the paper spinning back onto the ?in? pile. His voice sounded too loud in the empty office, the empty building. ?Chriosd comhnuich mi.?
Leaning back in the chair, Hudson lifted one scarred hand to grip the stag?s-head brooch at his shoulder. Black eyes seemed to absorb the light instead of reflecting it as he stared blindly at the office wall opposite. Finally he sighed and nodded once to himself, as if a decision had been reached. Pulling over a clean sheet of parchment, pen and ink, he began to write.
Leannan,
I fear I brought you both grief and pain on our last parting, and that is something I regret. I apologize with all my heart, and hope that you might find it in yours to forgive your heart-brother and my own self. Know that what I said, I did mean ? I will stand by you and your decisions, whatever the reasons you have.
And now I will turn from apologies to the ordinary farings of life here. Sianna and Johnny are days into their honeymoon, and there is a stillness to this place while they are gone. Juliane cares for their home and keeps the Silver Lark open, but I find that again I learn that what makes a home is the people in it, and not simply the place. For as many times as I have had that lesson pressed upon me, you might think I would remember it better.
Trade with Mount Yasuo begins, tentatively on both sides. I thought that dyes and spices would do well ? instead, enameled jewelry from Yransea is popular, and in return some of the elaborately woven and hand-painted silks have sold well in Seansloe. Captain Caisson?s trust in this matter will pay off handsomely, and Yransea too will turn a profit. I will be bold and suggest that if Captain Caisson is not already an officially appointed factor for the Yransea trade interests, it would perhaps be a thing to consider.
It is busy here, and I am sure it is ever the more so for you and yours there. In what free time you have, perhaps you will enjoy the rest of the tale of Finlay and the giants, and the mischief caused by letting a fire go out. I have written it out separately and from the beginning, that if you wish to share it you will have the whole of the story. There is excitement enough in the tale to suit any pair of young boys, I should think.
Tell me of how things fare for you, caraid. Small things or large, I would like to know; if you have burdens perhaps the writing of them will lift them in some small measure. If you have joys, I would be bold and ask to share them. There is only so much in a measure of pen and ink on parchment. Take thought then for deed, and know that in parchment and ink I am with you as much as I can be. Tha d?chas r?s a dearc thu, leannan.
Di?ilidh,
Hudson
Hudson set the letter aside to dry, and pulled over a clean sheet of parchment to begin scribing the story of Finlay and the Giants upon. When it was completed, the hour was late indeed. He read over the words quickly before he placed the letter on top of the story and folded it all together. It was a rather thicker packet of parchment than his others had been, but once again his stag?s-head seal pressed firmly into the wax that held the folds closed.
The next run of letters to Yransea would bear the frail message of parchment and ink.
Violet eyes that should have been merry instead lurked, haunted, in his memory. Hudson frowned at the paper in his hand without really seeing the neat rows of figures provided by the accountant. After several minutes he snapped his wrist and sent the paper spinning back onto the ?in? pile. His voice sounded too loud in the empty office, the empty building. ?Chriosd comhnuich mi.?
Leaning back in the chair, Hudson lifted one scarred hand to grip the stag?s-head brooch at his shoulder. Black eyes seemed to absorb the light instead of reflecting it as he stared blindly at the office wall opposite. Finally he sighed and nodded once to himself, as if a decision had been reached. Pulling over a clean sheet of parchment, pen and ink, he began to write.
Leannan,
I fear I brought you both grief and pain on our last parting, and that is something I regret. I apologize with all my heart, and hope that you might find it in yours to forgive your heart-brother and my own self. Know that what I said, I did mean ? I will stand by you and your decisions, whatever the reasons you have.
And now I will turn from apologies to the ordinary farings of life here. Sianna and Johnny are days into their honeymoon, and there is a stillness to this place while they are gone. Juliane cares for their home and keeps the Silver Lark open, but I find that again I learn that what makes a home is the people in it, and not simply the place. For as many times as I have had that lesson pressed upon me, you might think I would remember it better.
Trade with Mount Yasuo begins, tentatively on both sides. I thought that dyes and spices would do well ? instead, enameled jewelry from Yransea is popular, and in return some of the elaborately woven and hand-painted silks have sold well in Seansloe. Captain Caisson?s trust in this matter will pay off handsomely, and Yransea too will turn a profit. I will be bold and suggest that if Captain Caisson is not already an officially appointed factor for the Yransea trade interests, it would perhaps be a thing to consider.
It is busy here, and I am sure it is ever the more so for you and yours there. In what free time you have, perhaps you will enjoy the rest of the tale of Finlay and the giants, and the mischief caused by letting a fire go out. I have written it out separately and from the beginning, that if you wish to share it you will have the whole of the story. There is excitement enough in the tale to suit any pair of young boys, I should think.
Tell me of how things fare for you, caraid. Small things or large, I would like to know; if you have burdens perhaps the writing of them will lift them in some small measure. If you have joys, I would be bold and ask to share them. There is only so much in a measure of pen and ink on parchment. Take thought then for deed, and know that in parchment and ink I am with you as much as I can be. Tha d?chas r?s a dearc thu, leannan.
Di?ilidh,
Hudson
Hudson set the letter aside to dry, and pulled over a clean sheet of parchment to begin scribing the story of Finlay and the Giants upon. When it was completed, the hour was late indeed. He read over the words quickly before he placed the letter on top of the story and folded it all together. It was a rather thicker packet of parchment than his others had been, but once again his stag?s-head seal pressed firmly into the wax that held the folds closed.
The next run of letters to Yransea would bear the frail message of parchment and ink.