Welcome to my Mind

"That hurt. We remember things like that," he told me. Backing away from me, likely fearing I'd do it again. Telling me he'll think up some sort of revenge eventually.

I was a fool to think I can merely run to one seeking help. I was a Dryth, afterall. A known Dryth. Melchior's Chosen..their natural enemy. They'd likely just laugh at me, trying to convince them.

"No, no, I'm one of ye now! He cast me out and the Forsaken One took me in!"

Puh, I laugh at myself thinking on it.

I fear I'll be forced to remain alone. As a Dryth I've offended near all of them that I know, except for the 'Sira' he mentioned. I've never encountered that one.

Killed him, killed the Hound's little human pet...I've a feeling I should not take my chances with this 'Sira'. He mentioned her amongst the older ones.

But he remains an option. Surely I've offended him with the numerous times I've attacked him, but I was always the one to take damage. But how can I prove it to him? He is wise...He will know. He at least owes me a moment of explanation for what he had done to my face. Would he think me so stupid to return to try again after that?

He's not as....aggressive as the others, I suppose. Unless provoked, as I always did. Yet even then he seemed to try to convince me otherwise...Not to strike as if he didn't wish to harm me in return.

What was it I caught from his mind that night in the bar? Ah, yes...

She is like a pond. A poisonous pool with lillies on the banks.

Or something like that.

There is a speck of hope yet.