Drakadlor Domain now included
Kifore Path. I don't know what mother did, but we're a... Hamlet? Estate? We're recognized as something other than just a path now. We... We own
Kifore Path. Mother mused on renaming it for a moment, before coming to the conclusion it was too rooted in our history to change.
Drakadlor Domain and
Kifore Path. For having ownership of two properties, it felt rather empty.
We had a few more logs to fit before the shell of the house was complete; we needed more lumber to redo doorways that were forgotten. No doors yet, no furniture, not a flooring. But a roof!
The path was the same as it was, almost crowded feeling now, and Didrit had plans on where to build set ups to include more local merchants a space, keep growing our little community until they try to stop us.
She is still living with the Maginvens, and our three children there. I never see them enough. I tell Didrit I worry they won't take to our home as it's different from where they were born, but my wife laughs it off. She reminds me a few years ago, when we teenagers stole onto their property, empty as a cave. They'll feel right at home, she tells me, a giggle in her throat.
She visits often, the two smallest strapped to her stomach and back, holding the eldest in her arms. We discuss the business, I teach her basics of selling the jewelry, and we try to have our family time when no ones about.
Mother doesn't like Didrit, but she doesn't hate her. Impartial, to say nicely. I'm not sure if she's trying to be kind at times, or trying to simple not make a fuss. She talks to me brothers now, to the customers occasionally.
But when the two of them leave, and mother and I take turns sleeping in the shed and running the tiny forge, it feels like I've gotten nowhere, like we don't have a home, a path, a family. I just have to persevere these next few weeks, until we can have something more to show for ourselves than two on a dirt path.
Because we have rights to the path and what grows on it, mother has taken to growing some more local plants and even some not from here around. She tries to manage them within eyeshot and closer to us, but some she tells me, needs more open space.
She'll tut someone who comes by, grabbing a herb they used to years ago, but it's surprisingly soft, don't take more than you can. She will sometimes bring up those that have, even in their childhood to their adult faces, a lesson learned once to be taught again, as she says. I've heard it plenty growing up.
The ones that would take the more expensive and delicate plants however, she'd sentence to a day in the mines. I tried to stop once, but she scolded me, in front of customers, in my old fatherhood age fo twenty, and I didn't say anything since. The house is under mine and my wife's title, but Mother, well, what would have done without her mean self, she deserves at least that. Is what she tells me.
When
Geldon does run low, I have to admit I am grateful for the free metals that come by, though not often enough it feels is it anything usable by those inexperienced hands.
After her spending half a fortune with nothing for a flower and old tomes to show for it, I change the plans for the shed, it was to be torn down for a larger merchant spot, but maybe expanded a bit, and mother can live out there. Didrit asks me if it's for her benefit or ours, but I try to convince us both that Mother would do best where she can get away.
Surely we'll have beds for more children, which until they are born in our house, she is welcome to sleep at in the main house. Winter does always run so very cold.
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