You are good to ask, friend. Speaking of her, perhaps, will conjure a piece of her to soothe my heart.
Iltha, she is called. She will be seven years this Tarsakh, and dreadfully serious. I think she has trouble sometimes, understanding why it is the rest of the world does not take her as seriously as she takes herself.
I've thought much on this matter, in fact. I would like nothing more than to provide her some sort of contact - I vanished so suddenly that I cannot imagine what she must think happened. But the volatility of our current circumstance stays my hand.
I had suspected that you two may find something of an understanding in one another, should you ever meet. She is like her father; quiet and sharply perceptive. I miss her more each day.
Alas, you're not wrong. But there must be some way to keep her from thinking the worst, surely. Just knowing that you are alive would surely bring her comfort.
Is she a fellow lover of books, perchance? We could keep an eye out for gifts for her, once you see her. I suppose a child might prefer dolls at that age, but I'm much more an expert in the area of books.
I suppose that I'm left unsure what is best. I worry of what it would do to her to receive such comfort and then have it taken away by an unfortunate twist of our path. She has suffered such a loss once already, you see.
[ when you're the party therapist so you know everybody's tragic backstory but nobody knows yours so it gets dropped in horrifying bits and pieces because you never talk about yourself with them. ]
Her reading comes slowly, but she quite enjoys being read to. If naught else, I would like to come back with something new, if you've a recommendation from your own childhood :-) [ not the dadmojis ]
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[ hmm....why does that wording feel unfortunate suddenly ]
Ah, well, my daughter. She has been a hole in my chest since the nautiloid.
I don't know that I've mentioned her to you, my friend.
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I can't even imagine how hard it must be for a parent to be apart from their child. Would you tell me more about her?
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Iltha, she is called. She will be seven years this Tarsakh, and dreadfully serious. I think she has trouble sometimes, understanding why it is the rest of the world does not take her as seriously as she takes herself.
[ which, naturally, only makes her funnier. ]
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A lovely name. I was something like that myself as a child. "Adorable" was something I absolutely loathed to be called as a child.
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I had suspected that you two may find something of an understanding in one another, should you ever meet. She is like her father; quiet and sharply perceptive. I miss her more each day.
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Is she a fellow lover of books, perchance? We could keep an eye out for gifts for her, once you see her. I suppose a child might prefer dolls at that age, but I'm much more an expert in the area of books.
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[ when you're the party therapist so you know everybody's tragic backstory but nobody knows yours so it gets dropped in horrifying bits and pieces because you never talk about yourself with them. ]
Her reading comes slowly, but she quite enjoys being read to. If naught else, I would like to come back with something new, if you've a recommendation from your own childhood :-) [ not the dadmojis ]