Legacy of Connemara- In the Still of the Night The night winds blew softly through 'The Glade', carrying gently on their backs the fragrance of heather and various other wildflowers. From the direction of the Knight's Rest, the gentle slosh of the water in the pond served as a reminder to him that for now, all was as it should be in Aegis. Sitting on the steps of Connemara, Aedon sipped a cup of tea, the last he would enjoy while looking out through the woods of Yew. His mind wandered back over the festivities of the night. It made his heart glad to recall the fine turn out for the story telling. He chuckled a bit recalling the insults flung at him in the spirit of fun. He thought of those so dear to him, their words this night, and also those words unspoken but conveyed through a look or a touch of the hand. He had vowed he would not feel sorry for himself as he said his farewells. After all, as was said to him, “Goodbyes are needed, so there can again be hellos.”, but, would there be any more hellos? He was glad that Aramis had arrived home this night, and relieved when he said that he would accompany his father on the journey. The travel would be made lighter by the company, and there was much he wished to discuss with his son. Most had been made ready for their departure. What was not shipped ahead or given away, would be carried along with them on the pack horses Llyrwech had provided. They were sturdy creatures, and quite spry in spite of what Aedon could only guess to be their age. Llyr would follow close behind after closing down and settling the accounts they held with the many tradesmen. It would be so good to see Jan and Kylee again. This thought ran through his mind over the days that led up to the party at the Rest, and now lay on his heart causing a quickening sensation that brought to mind a young man pursuing his first love. It had been some time since he had laid eyes on his wife and small daughter, but their faces stood out crystal clear in his dreams, and he could swear, from time to time, that he could hear Jan singing softly to Kylee in the nursery down the hall. A journey once begun is half done. But, though he longed to again hold his wife in his arms, and to hear the first words of his daughter, still Aedon hesitated in Aegis. There were things he must, he needed to do. There would be a breakfast with Beleg and Ahmaya. One more chance to sit with his elven family and enjoy watching their wee ones at play. Tea would be shared one final time with Sage in the quiet stillness of the Freehold of Roses. Then a last round of packing, the road routes planned out, and then, one final ride through Aegis. This he would do alone in the wee hours of the morn as the mists lay gently on the boughs of the trees. Stopping in the chapel, he planned to keep a silent vigil, and spend some time in contemplation of years spent within the shelter of the glade. Taking to the foot paths, he would embrace the feel of each familiar cobblestone that made up the well worn path which led from the Knight's Rest, to the spot where once the Saints and Spirits stood. All this, he would commit to memory, and carry away with him to distant lands. And, although there was so much he had planned and never accomplished here, he would take away with him no regrets for a life well spent among these people. Finishing his tea, Aedon stood and looked off towards the East. Already the first rays of the sun could be seen peeking over the horizon, illuminating the clouds which hung lazily in the skies of early summer. “Well, it would seem I have wiled away the night lost in thought again.” Turning to go inside his house, Aedon froze as he turned the knob. Something within paralyzed his body, his heart raced wildly as visions of despair filled his mind. A deep sense of foreboding and loss overcame him, and from the darkest recesses of his mind a voice called his name.