LongestRoad Sil Backstory1
This is the story of how I first met Zahn.
I wasn't long out of the monastery--maybe six months or a year. I'd traveled out of the mountains down the river, spending some time in a few towns on the way doing research and odd jobs on my own. When I was first out on my own, I adopted Song's mode of dress, manners, and attitude as best I could. She was the monk I was striving to be. Consequently, I was very quiet and conservative, wore full robes and covered my hair, and spent a ton of time contemplating my navel. I eventually made my way down the river to the ocean, into a pretty town named Port Brightside.
I stayed a the Stodgy Lobster and spent the days looking through their libraries and talking to scholars. I took meals in the common room at night. After about a week there was a bit of entertainment in form of a very loud argument in the common room. Some men were arguing about a girl. I tried to focus on my meal and not their fight, as it seemed like a very personal subject. ThreeTwo men accused the fourththird of having absconded with a magistrate'smayor's daughter on the eve of her wedding.Seriously? Now you're just making things up.
... So some smartass just begging for a face-punching was involved in an argument that interrupted my meal. If I'd known then that he'd never let me finish my own damn story I would have changed inns at that point and never seen him again.
I'm just saying that if you want people to think that you're wise and observant, then maybe you should do some fact-checking before writing down that sort of stuff. The bit about taking yourself too seriously was spot-on, though.
Argh. If you're going to be like this then I'm not going to write this thing at all.
You're barely writing it now. It took you three days to get through two paragraphs. Now you're just leaving it here for me to see, and I know very well that it's because you want me to respond. Will you please, darling Silian, commit your side of the story to paper? And if you can find it in your ancient elven heart to do it sometime before I'm thirty, I'd appreciate it.
Fine. But you're not allowed to correct anything in it until I'm done.
Wonderful. Perfect. And you're not going to hide it in the meantime, are you? You're going to leave it out for me to read, rife with spelling errors, logical inconsistencies, and outright falsehoods, aren't you?
That's the plan. Also, I get to correct your side of the story when you tell it.
That will be something to see. I'm really looking forward to that. I'm going to find some gold crayons for you to use.
