Tales of Gandamyr
Gorack's Journal1 - Falling Up
Journal 1: Falling Up
“Bairn is starting to take after his father.”
“As he should my dear. How else would you have him raised?”
“Well Raegar has done the family proud so far. Would it be so bad keep in his footsteps?”
“Well if I had been just like my father, we would not be sitting here having this conversation, now would we? You know how hard I had to work to get him to accept you as my wife? Do you really want your son growing up with those same biases?”
“Which one of those questions do you want me to answer first dear?”
“By Moradin, you know those were rhetorical.”
“I know. I also know how easy it is to get under your beard.”
The conversation was a throw away little quibble between my lovely wife and me some time ago. However it still echoes in my mind as I lay under this expansive open sky. It helps to think of Karthra and my boy when I feel like I am going to fall right off this world. One might say that the open night sky is not much different than the massive ceilings of the Citadel. Other than the pin holes of light shining down from the heavens, looking up to the top of the Citadel is just as dark and endless, right? Ohh no not so. When looking up in my lovely home, there is always a wall that can be perceived in the periphery of your vision. Giant streaks of grey or brown climbing into the darkness to remind you that there is an eventual ending to the air above you. Not so outdoors. Your eyes take in everything and yet there is still more beyond that, infinitely expanding in all directions. It can be quite disorientating and nausea inducing at times. Don’t even get me started on this abomination they call rain! When there is a leak from above in the Citadel we simply patch it and it stops. How do you stop a leak when there is nothing you can patch? And my compatriots think I am the crazy one? Ohh no I am the only sane one.
So when I am laying in the open staring straight up into the endless void, which is just a slip away from pulling me up and in, I like to think about other things. Sometimes it can be difficult to ignore those annoying little sparkling lights that taunt me constantly though. Give me the pitch dark and dry Citadel any day.