| Flycatcher ( @ 2009-01-20 22:26:00 |
I try to make Haven a justly-named place. I think that I've succeeded, but I know that I will have to work to maintain this, no doubt. There are very particular lines that set this kingdom apart from what it was very, very long ago, and there are times when the two places blur in my mind. (But then, who would I be to deny that things in my mind tend to do an especial amount of blurring at times?)
Haven as it was was just as beautiful, and far more uniform. The name slips, and I'm not completely sure what it might've been, but it was my father's kingdom. I remember that our people were most usually gentle, and were wildly known throughout the lands as having a good work ethic. Even as the son of a king, my father took care to make me realize the value in hard work. Henry was my most constant companion and a good friend, and we attended to our own affairs for so much as we were allowed. He was a brilliant shot. We went hunting a good deal, and Henry was way better at it than I ever was. Then there's the wood, and the pond, and I felt water-logged even for some time after my marriage. My girls loved the gardens and my boys the forests, and they were all given fair warning about witches.
That is what I remember, anyway.
Haven as it is is a bit more rag-tag. We are the living and the dead, ghosts and gobs, and it's not nearly as scary as that may sound. The castle is built up from where my father's fell, amazingly restored by Weyland Smith. The city and the fields are growing. The houses and crops and families are a sight to behold. It's built from the ground-up, and every citizen has contributed a vast amount, more that I ought to have asked of anyone. There are baseball and soccer leagues for the children, provision for everyone, and lovely rose gardens. Apparently, if I should every host any important guests or provide holiday celebrations, I've got that covered for me, as well. I'd like to have a proper Christmas, and I'd like to have a band of some sort. I was given a task to accomplish, in the beginning, and I hope that I've done it well.
Haven as it was was just as beautiful, and far more uniform. The name slips, and I'm not completely sure what it might've been, but it was my father's kingdom. I remember that our people were most usually gentle, and were wildly known throughout the lands as having a good work ethic. Even as the son of a king, my father took care to make me realize the value in hard work. Henry was my most constant companion and a good friend, and we attended to our own affairs for so much as we were allowed. He was a brilliant shot. We went hunting a good deal, and Henry was way better at it than I ever was. Then there's the wood, and the pond, and I felt water-logged even for some time after my marriage. My girls loved the gardens and my boys the forests, and they were all given fair warning about witches.
That is what I remember, anyway.
Haven as it is is a bit more rag-tag. We are the living and the dead, ghosts and gobs, and it's not nearly as scary as that may sound. The castle is built up from where my father's fell, amazingly restored by Weyland Smith. The city and the fields are growing. The houses and crops and families are a sight to behold. It's built from the ground-up, and every citizen has contributed a vast amount, more that I ought to have asked of anyone. There are baseball and soccer leagues for the children, provision for everyone, and lovely rose gardens. Apparently, if I should every host any important guests or provide holiday celebrations, I've got that covered for me, as well. I'd like to have a proper Christmas, and I'd like to have a band of some sort. I was given a task to accomplish, in the beginning, and I hope that I've done it well.