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A Short Eulogy
Boom, bang, pound, smash
His teeth grind together in a final clash
Replying with no more than a grunt
He gives no damns he’s Rett the Blunt
A father and friend, a widower and ally
To this I say farewell and goodbye
Your hammer shatters bones no more
The last we hear your final roar
Another passing of another friend.
Borril couldn’t help but feel terrible at the news of the passing once again of another ally, another friend. Travelling from Divinity’s Reach through the Asura Gate. Standing on the bridge connecting the Piazza with the links to each city he had watched, though downcast eyes, Yimyeta walk off, her ancient frame moving even more stiffly than it once was, hobble off. He stood for at least a minute, watching her dissapear into the hustle and bustle of the pirate city.
Finally tearing his glance away from this, he would have walked back to the Rata Sum Asura Gate transporter, waiting for his own turn to travel through.
"Damn it Rett…"
The thought had flashed through his mind, he couldn’t fault the grumpy Asura for dying, he had enough close calls just knowing him, so his death didn’t suprise him deeply. What was the truely troublesome part was, he knew the people who would have lost him. A progeny who trusted almost nobody except for the man, an elderly Asura whose friends had become more and more scarce these days.
The portal had finally been completely reattuned, and Borril would have walked through, leaving his thoughts for a time to fester as he transported. Finally getting into his familiar climate, he would have begun to tromp off for home. While he wished to go and find one progeny, he knew he had somebody who cared about him, who had two on the way.
It was only a short walk from Rata Sum to his personal lab, as he would walk inside, he would silently go to work at stripping off his heavy armor. Pulling off his gauntlets, shoulderpads, boots, until he was stripped into his undergarments. Picking up a simple tunic and pants that he would leave at the door, he would have slipped them on. Finally walking into his home proper, he would have spied his wife Ida.
Sitting quietly in the pairs bed, the pale Asura would have given a warm smile toward her husband, her black eyes observing him, “Good evening Borril, how was work?”
Borril had, shaken his head slightly, his work tonight, a simple meet and greet, would have slipped his mind from the news. “It…it was of no importance…I ended up recieving some news at the end though.”
Ida canted her head at this, causing a slight tumble of her long black hair to obscure a bit of her face, “Oh?” she would say, her smile dampening a bit, noting her husbands tone and stance.
Ida would have said nothing at this point, only standing and walking to Borril, one of her hands on her barely beginning to bulge vaby belly, she would remove her hand in order to give him an embrace.
Borril would have, smiling gently, would have returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist and saying.
"It’s always hard to know of when a friend dies."
A bit of poetry…
My family will quite soon be doubled
In this I imagine a load of trouble
More to love and more to care
Though silence will be much more rare
My loving wife, the twins soon to be
All a deep seated part of me
Terra, Yetta, Ida, the three of them
All as precious as a brand new gem
I love the three with all my heart
Hoping that we shall never part.
Data Log: “Ida’s Pregnancy” 55th of the Colossus 1326 AE
Over a season, about halfway though my wifes pregnancy.
Ida has been doing well, it seems, she has been keeping away from much of her work and has been mostly focusing on trying to keep safe and healthy while still preganant. Though she has still been helping a bit with my projects.
I’ve been quite busy myself, crossed between my own personal projects, work with Kipptech, as well as working in Fox and Wolf. It has been a bit more stressful than I have imagined, I have been debating more of what will happen once we do have the children. I half wonder if I am going to have to abandon my own work in order to do so.
The other thought that has worried me as well, about the pregnancy. We are still unsure of if we need a doctor, if Ida is unable to give natural birth, we may require dislocating or even breaking bones in order to deliver the children. She is quite insistant on giving a natural birth unless there is no other option. Both her safety as well as the children I am quite focused on, if anything were to happen to either of them, I would be terrified.
Alchemy…this is going to be an interesting season.