Standing in the shade, eyes closed, the sound of the River at my back. I hear the various voices of my family calling out, looking for me. I know that some of them have decided to wander the Twisted Path, see where it takes them, and of course I’m welcome to go along should I wish to. Others have chosen to stay put, swim in the River, sleep in the Keep. There has been discontent wrapped around these people that I love, causing unhappiness and strife and my heart aches for us all.

I am picturing the route of the lovely Twisted Path, I have wandered it extensively on my own when I require peace and quiet. I know that it touches the River often, dipping into the crimson waters, at times nearly being absorbed by it. There are also places where, even straining, there is no sound from the River. The Path and the River both occupy my heart, I’ve lived in both my whole life even before I knew it.

The River will always be there. As will my Path. The Path I have been following my whole life, when I first met the River I felt renewed, rejuvenated. Now I feel tired, dragged down, as if I’m drowning. So perhaps it’s time to wander the Path again. The River will always be there, not always so close but I know my Path will cross it often.

I love my family. All of it. Even those I no longer speak with. There will always be room for any of them on my Path, and I hope that the River will always flow.


Crimson/Silver Tongued Duchess