Chapter 3: First Homecoming
I find it even more humorous now that I look back on the whole interview with mother. None of the others could understand a single word that we were saying. It was all in drow. Which I do have to admit is a slight bit rough on the throat.
Suffice it to say that I got everyone off the termination list with mother. Now if I can just figure out what is going on around here and pry from mother or Kox who exactly they seem to be preparing to fight I'd be doing much better.
My old rooms are stifling and seeming unnatural to me now. Reminds me too much of human building techniques, all sharp angles and edges. Nothing like the tunnels back home. Listen to me; here I am torn between to completely different worlds. Here I have to be sneaky and devious. There I just had to pull my weight and show proper respects and I received the same in return. A pity that would be difficult to change to here; the family adheres too much to the traditions of the old world.
Speaking of I wonder what Aunt Kayla is up to. I barely remember her anymore… enough I am feeling a little hemmed in right now. I think I'll go practice for a while.
That was invigorating. Not to mention that I am at an impasse now. I would like so much for him to remember what we had, but how would that further damage his mind? I would like to tell mother. Then again that would be a big mistake as well, especially considering that she would find some way to use it against us both. Her decent nature not withstanding, she is and ever will be Drow.
Kox will you ever reacquaint yourself to who you were…or are. Death has not taken you, mother would not allow it, and maybe I'll decide sometime before we leave to take care of the rip. Time will tell.
The others continue to prepare. I just seek to find out what is behind this war. Mother and Kox are not very forthcoming about the details. My brothers are hardly ever around and even when they are it is almost impossible to get them alone to talk. But my suspicion is that it has something to do with this rip.
I suppose that I shall have to kick the group in the ass. We can't let this go on. I just hope beyond everything that it is not the blood elves that mother fights. After evening meal I shall try to convince mother to hold off on much of the fighting. To give us time to see if healing the rift doesn't settle things down some.
She reluctantly agreed to keep the fighting at a minimum. I had to let her know what the Blood Elves were capable of, thank goodness that I had my tales for that. Now we have some time to see if we can't get rid of a threat with minimal bloodshed.
I have also given it much thought and decided to give Kox a letter explaining things as I see them. If he reads it or not is up to him. I really do not intend him to find it until after I have left. Suffice it to say that the only items that I will repeat in this book are Tahmaril and Dasinalrish'n. Tahm and Dasin for short. Should he come reading through here he should hopefully recognize that at least. If mother or anyone else manages to get through my protections, they will have to wonder about it.
We leave in the morning.
