Greetings Stranger, from a Stranger! Never do we know more than the cards can tell, and such is life, is it not? I hope this is not my first tale to tell by the fire. Be it known to all that this journey is but one yarn in the tapestry of Life, and the fellows whose tales I tell are but threads of one yarn; as I digress we shall learn how strong the One makes the Whole.
Forgive me my impertinence, as I am still younger than my Family when I tell the tall tales of Varisia! I am Sivoulette, one of the last of the Farateldi in my homeland. I have traveled far from the Plateau, and learned much in my time. You know there are giants and worse in the hinterlands, yes? I lost much to them, and find myself here in Sandpoint for many reasons; none I’d choose given a blind test, though.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’ve been through and over Sandpoint these past few weeks, and it’s a charming place. The new Cathedral is amazing. But so is Junker’s Point. The people are friendly enough without intruding- seems like passers-by are a bit of the norm in Sandpoint. I’ve noticed several myself, part of my nature I guess.
Mum was right to come here so many summers ago. Though now I know exactly why she did, I’m not as bitter; it’s but another thread in this yarn. Shaiira came back here, too, in a fashion of my own. To find Mum. She’s passed on, and the Tale of Two Strangers is not one I’ll tell now. Be it said that Mum is strong in her daughters, and they love her for that.
Mum’s gone, and tomorrow awaits.
Forgive me my impertinence, as I am still younger than my Family when I tell the tall tales of Varisia! I am Sivoulette, one of the last of the Farateldi in my homeland. I have traveled far from the Plateau, and learned much in my time. You know there are giants and worse in the hinterlands, yes? I lost much to them, and find myself here in Sandpoint for many reasons; none I’d choose given a blind test, though.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’ve been through and over Sandpoint these past few weeks, and it’s a charming place. The new Cathedral is amazing. But so is Junker’s Point. The people are friendly enough without intruding- seems like passers-by are a bit of the norm in Sandpoint. I’ve noticed several myself, part of my nature I guess.
Mum was right to come here so many summers ago. Though now I know exactly why she did, I’m not as bitter; it’s but another thread in this yarn. Shaiira came back here, too, in a fashion of my own. To find Mum. She’s passed on, and the Tale of Two Strangers is not one I’ll tell now. Be it said that Mum is strong in her daughters, and they love her for that.
Mum’s gone, and tomorrow awaits.