Renewal

Yesterday was not as bad as I feared. I spent the morning and afternoon hours hunting, but the vigorous activity did not shield me from unpleasant memories.

When I returned home, D.A. was waiting and saw to my comfort. We spoke for a time, and our emotions flowed deep. I confessed my doubts, anger and sorrow, and in return I received kindness, compassion and wisdom. Perhaps it is not my fault that I am this way: undead and corrupted, but there is no vengeance to take from a dead man. I can only live in defiance of his wishes by seeking happiness.

After we spoke and the mood lightened, my D.A. gave me a gift. I do not receive many of these, as usually I prefer to give them. It was appreciated.