A Knight's Purpose – Beets Sunwater– 15.11.2022
Dec 19, 2022 10:31:59 GMT
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Post by Beets The Beetle (Feenix) on Dec 19, 2022 10:31:59 GMT
“There it’s done.”
Beets let out a sigh as as she set aside the quill and ink borrowed from the Rooftop Beetle’s writing supplies, the two pieces of parchment that had completely occupied all her focus these past-hours?-set before her on the large kitchen table of the Beetlebase. She took a quick glance over at her silver pocket watch as she stretched out her numb writing arm. Buggin’heck it was two in the morning! Far too late to ask one of others to deliver it now, she’d have to ask one of them tomorrow.
The surface of the first piece of parchment spread in front of her was considerably messier than the other, a tangled ink splattered mess of words. Frequent inky black javelins streaking through many rows of them, as each time she reassessed the mental tumble of her thoughts after they’d hit the paper. Was this what it was like listening to her talk sometimes?
The final letter was better. It said everything, without going too far off route-like usual. If she was lucky, maybe Marto might even send a response.
If he didn’t?
Well, who could blame him? They hadn’t exactly parted on good terms.
Still, she had to try, as she’d realised these last few weeks alone, friendship meant everything to her. Her friends were her family now, and family know when to admit they had messed up…A lot in her case,
she thought, as she read over the letter one last time.
Marto,
I had a big scare a couple weeks ago, and I lost myself for a while.
It nearly made me leave without saying goodbye.
Marto. I haven’t been a good friend to you.
I don’t know if I could ever truly deserve a friend like you.
You’re the first real friend I’ve ever had and I’m so truly sorry I made you feel that you had to push me away.
I deserved it.
And you didn’t deserve having to worry about me or all the trouble I’ve ever caused you.
I’ve learnt more about myself recently than I’ve ever thought possible, and that's not counting the stuff I’ve learnt about Bogar and the curse.
There’s a lot I’ve gotta do to make up for things, both my friends and myself.
I’ll understand if you don’t ever want to talk to me again.
Just know…
I’m so glad I got to meet you.
Your friend,
Beets SunwaterFlittin’heck I hadn’t expected to see Marto so soon when he called out to me during my deliveries yesterday. It was, really buggin’ good to see him. If he had read my letter he didn’t mention it, and you know what? That was okay. Things felt like-normal between us, especially when he asked me to join him on a ‘thing’ tomorrow. I said ‘Yes!’ in a wing’beat.
Well, going to a very ominous creepy looking castle in the middle of the deep dark Angelbark Woods wasn’t exactly the type of ‘thing’ I’d expected to be joining Marto on, didn’t really seem his vibe. Especially with added details of the crumbling entry way surrounded by rows of deep black roses and the hulking great undead soldiers standing guard who silently granted us entry into the castle.
But Marto had asked me personally to come, along with Zola and Pippa and Tayz, so who was I to question it? He’d dealt with my own creepy flittin’shit enough times, so I owed it to him to have his back on this.
It turns out we were there for a grand knightly tournament, with us taking the places of his..squires? Army? Possy? Some knightly term-I can’t really remember too much, my buggin’heck is still ringing from when I got knocked out fighting that big bearded bugger in the final free for all bout with the other knights and their ‘friends’.
Marto did really well on the jousting for the first round of the contest I seem to remember though, least he didn’t temporarily get a lance stuck up his jaw like that leafy elf guy Silas from the fey wild, bug that looked like it hurt!
As I said I didn’t get to see much of the fighting round, but Marto apparently did well enough though to impress the judges, so much so that the hosting ‘family’ proclaimed him the winner and offered him the place of being their assiansant-oh-champion-aka personal knight…Which meant..staying here.
I’m not gonna flittin’lie I was worried for a moment.
Was this the reason he had asked me to come? Was Marto, saying goodbye?
I-I know I had almost done the same only a couple weeks ago, but faced now with Marto right in front of me, I realised again how important his friendship meant to me. Co-could I be strong enough to let that go?
Marto though, turned them down.
He said that he still had a lot left to learn. Many things still left to do.
You and me both, Marto, I thought as we parted ways back in Daring Heights earlier this evening.
You and me both.
