User:Choltai/Story

MY STORY continued

I settled on Adn, a majestic and flat land punctuated by mountains that lies at the edge of the sea. I was lucky enough to find paradise there, a beautiful grove of trees with a variety of colorful plants and a view you wouldn't believe: ocean from my doorstep to the horizon! I didn't have to deal with the crowded town, neighbors so close they can look in your windows, the traffic slowing your progress. Just the sun and fresh, sea air. I was happy for a time but was beginning to get lonely and this weighed heavily on my mind. My multi-great grandmother had died from lonliness; my grandmother tried to run away from it. I thought I could endure it, but when the Gods saw fit to recognize marriage my trial became more difficult. Happy couples all over the place. Celebrations and dancing and fireworks. The partnership, the companionship and the satisfaction it brought. I had to find a husband.

I was region hopping for some reason or another, maybe I was herbing or looking for acro, and there was this... talkative... guy in Stillwater looking for a wife in regional. Everyone seemed to know him, though he didn't live there, and no one was taking him up on his offer. My ride arrives for Shabbat Ab and I thankfully get on, and so does the wife hunter. Same story repeats itself: everyone knows him, he offers himself in marriage to any woman but no one will have him. I walk up to him and introduce myself - SteveThePirate, meet Choltai. We agree to marry and I agree to move with him... to Queen's Retreat. I thought I could hear the Gods laughing at their joke, but I tried to push it out of my mind.

I forgot about it completely when I was introduced everyone in the community for there were many good people to meet: artists, metalworkers, farmers, a hermited knight, and would you believe it, I think one is a distant relative for he bears the name of my grandmother's husband! That first night was chaotic, trying to keep everyone straight, trying to be on my best behaviour. The wedding was scheduled and went well. Many days of hard and happy work followed with stories to keep us occupied. Steve slowly stopped coming home, he was out for longer and longer periods of time with no messages of whereabouts or when he'd be back. I tried to be content with my friends but the bard kept grabbing my attention. When he spoke, it was like the Gods themselves were telling me their secrets, it was as though I was hearing and feeling for the first time.

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