Working late in the kitchen
Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 5:23 pm
Trust is a strange magical thing. It is ephemeral, existing, yet having no true definition. It links all people together, and separates all enemies. And one lost, it could not be regained easily.
Once it was gone, you would need to work very hard in order to regain it.
And it was gone. The Valkyn'vi had been set up and betrayed. Even worse, it was someone from Haven. Someone had sought to spread rumors lies and tricks as the seeds of deceit. They planted suspicion where there was none. They made actions that were good, look terrible,
Where had Sen gone wrong? Each day he awoke, working only to feed,cloth, protect, heal and save those of Haven. He gave willing, everything he could provide. Every Havenite had probably received one of the cook's potions. Every Havenite probably had been fed and cared for. But none of it mattered in the face of some kind of shadow gossip war.
You learn who your friends are when the hammer drops. They stick by you. They defend you. They help you. They do not help spread terrible things. They do not turn your every action into some kind of conspiracy. And Sen know knew who his real friends in Haven were. And the list was different than he could have imagined. Some on both sides of the line.
An innocent man never again regains the trust of the people. As it will be for Sen. He can see in there eyes that they do not trust him. How can they? Atrum sealed that fate. Atrum had spoiled them with his accusations. No evidence. No witnesses. There could not be. It was unfounded blight. But still Sen's reputation was shattered. His every move would be watched and calculated until they found something they could finally find him guilty of.
Ingram was gone. So angry at this round about farce that he stormed off through the gate. Sen's only really close friend since the dark days. And he should be mad. Ingram built every door, every lock and every key in town. Only to be betrayed.
But Sen had no where else to go. The lowly cook, could not find easy lodging elsewhere. Besides. He had a reason to stay.
Someone out there knew about this set up, or actually did it. They played the fool and lied. They danced about in their dark corners.
The Valkyn'vi smiled to himself as he cleaned Quoth's cage. He was going spend every minute of every day finding out who betrayed them and why. Then, maybe could the town regain Sen's trust.
Once it was gone, you would need to work very hard in order to regain it.
And it was gone. The Valkyn'vi had been set up and betrayed. Even worse, it was someone from Haven. Someone had sought to spread rumors lies and tricks as the seeds of deceit. They planted suspicion where there was none. They made actions that were good, look terrible,
Where had Sen gone wrong? Each day he awoke, working only to feed,cloth, protect, heal and save those of Haven. He gave willing, everything he could provide. Every Havenite had probably received one of the cook's potions. Every Havenite probably had been fed and cared for. But none of it mattered in the face of some kind of shadow gossip war.
You learn who your friends are when the hammer drops. They stick by you. They defend you. They help you. They do not help spread terrible things. They do not turn your every action into some kind of conspiracy. And Sen know knew who his real friends in Haven were. And the list was different than he could have imagined. Some on both sides of the line.
An innocent man never again regains the trust of the people. As it will be for Sen. He can see in there eyes that they do not trust him. How can they? Atrum sealed that fate. Atrum had spoiled them with his accusations. No evidence. No witnesses. There could not be. It was unfounded blight. But still Sen's reputation was shattered. His every move would be watched and calculated until they found something they could finally find him guilty of.
Ingram was gone. So angry at this round about farce that he stormed off through the gate. Sen's only really close friend since the dark days. And he should be mad. Ingram built every door, every lock and every key in town. Only to be betrayed.
But Sen had no where else to go. The lowly cook, could not find easy lodging elsewhere. Besides. He had a reason to stay.
Someone out there knew about this set up, or actually did it. They played the fool and lied. They danced about in their dark corners.
The Valkyn'vi smiled to himself as he cleaned Quoth's cage. He was going spend every minute of every day finding out who betrayed them and why. Then, maybe could the town regain Sen's trust.