A Dream Achieved
Summary: Where Rivea speaks of a achieving her dream
Date: 08/07/2013
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08/07/3013 — The Grand Chantry, Primus-Val, Primus

Grandmother's Song

In the early hours of the morning, a lone figure enters the Chantry. Her dark hair is unbound, she wears a simple gown of cream colored cloth, a full length cloak with a hood hangs gently from her shoulders while an intricately worked silver chain and clasp holds the cloak fastened. She kneels before the altar, clasping her hands together and closing her eyes, to silently contemplate the matter that brings her here this morning. Long moments of quiet thought pass, before her eyes open and she begins to softly speak aloud.

“Grandmother, how I wish that you were here with me today: to advise me, guide me as you did when I was a child; to run your hands through my hair and tell me that what I have done meets with your approval; to simply be here to calm my heart and wild thoughts.”

“You always told me that fortune favors the bold and to follow the path I chose with a whole heart and mind, to work for a dream in the same manner. Grandmother, I took that step and am working towards what I’ve dreamed of and wanted since I was small. Always, in my heart everything I do will be for you as well - to honor your memory, your love, your strength, your wisdom, your kindness. “

She falls silent again for a few moments, before continuing, “‘Who dares and does not win, fails not so far as he who never dares. Or, daring wins unworthily.’ I will hold these words to my heart, and remember them, as I remember an oath I take to myself to the one who honored me with the first new step in the path to my dream.”

"By the Gods before whom this sanctuary is holy, I will to my Lord Sir Advent Sauveur be true and faithful, and love all which he loves and shun all which he shuns, according to the laws and the order of the world. Nor will I ever with will or action, through word or deed, do anything which is unpleasing to him, on condition that he will hold to me as I shall deserve it, and that he will perform everything as it was in our agreement when I submitted myself to him and chose his will when he chose to honor me in asking me to be his squire, thereby allowing me to take the path to my dream.”

Her voice falls silent and she simply rests in quiet thought and contemplation for a time; then to rise, and turn and make her way of out the Chantry, saying quietly just before she leaves “I love you, Grandmother and wish you were somehow here again.” Then, pulling the hood from her cloak over her head, she steps quietly outside the doors.

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