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14th of MidYear, 428 3E
Fargoth and Samia were married early this morning and following the small private ceremony they arranged for Fargoth's house in Seyda Neen to be put up for sale. This means that he and his golden retriever Widget will be moving into Samia's Pelagiad home with her and her retriever-poodle mix Cameo. Not only is Samia's house large enough for a family of three (plus two big dogs), but by living in Pelagiad their child will be able to attend the town's school. Plus if they have any more children it wouldn't be difficult to add an additional floor to the house.
I was wondering what sort of gift basket to send over to the newlywed's home when I received a call from Darkfell. Acacia had told him about yesterday's run-in with Godonir and Darkfell wanted to know if I wanted him to have a talk with my unwanted admirer.
Slowly walking around outside the barn, I answered, "It's kind of you to offer, but I think that would make things worse." Aware that Acacia had told him about the werewolves in my already convoluted family background, I added, "Besides, I think I gave Godonir something to think about when I mentioned my not-so-dead great grandparents turning him into a chew-toy."
Chuckling at that, Darkfell replied, "I admit that that likely had more of an affect than my threatening to throw him into a prison cell. Anaril and I were saying the other day that it's frustrating to know that Godonir doesn't take us seriously."
Sympathizing with him, I agreed, "He doesn't seem to take anyone seriously. Except for my great grandparents, that is. I saw him flinch ever so slightly when I mentioned them. He takes them very seriously."
To that Darkfell said, "Godonir is a typical bully. He'll freely strut around here intimidating everyone as long as he knows no one is strong enough to take him on, but as soon as he has an inkling that someone stronger might come for him, that makes him change his tune real quick."
Appreciating his concern, I told him, "Nonetheless I thank you for the offer. I'll let you know if I see him skulking around here again. For what it's worth he's been keeping his distance from the farm."
We each gave our regards to each others spouses before ending the call. A little later when the daily farm chores were done, I went into town to take one of my paintings to the consignment shop while Neldor was practicing with Clever Prank in the theater basement.
I noticed right away that Merriweather seemed cooler toward me than usual, but she accepted the painting I brought and at once put it on display with a sales tag. Remaining polite, I didn't let her coolness bother me. I certainly never asked for Godonir's attention and she should absolutely not see me as a rival. Besides, it's not as though Merriweather is in a serious relationship with him. She began an affair with him because she finds the antlered Bosmer werewolf exotic. Not to mention the fact that she also has the occasional fling with Tanor the Sleaze. If Merriweather is engaging in casual relationships, she shouldn't be surprised when she discovers that her lovers are not placing their attention exclusively on her.
Shortly after I returned home I received a notice from Merriweather that my painting had already sold and she would be forwarding the my share of the money to my account. It turns out that Fargoth had purchased it because the color theme and subject (some leaves and flowers I had painted in soft greens and lavender) matched the colors Samia had chosen for the nursery. While I'm usually pleased when a painting sells, I feel bad about this sale. Had I known that the painting would work well for the nursery I would have given it to Samia and Fargoth as a gift.
Although I knew I should use my free time to start another painting, I sat down at my desk, opened my Dwemer notebook and began writing the rough draft for a story that's been sitting in my mind for weeks. Since the idea refuses to go away I figured I may as well type it and get it out of my system. To describe it simply, it's about a girl, her grandmother, and...a werewolf. For the moment the working title is "Werewolves of Wayrest" after that ridiculous song that Godonir said he wanted me to play on the piano.
I don't think I'll ever submit the story to a publisher even though there is one in town. For one thing, the company is a part of Crodros Inc and they are known for publishing a series of erotica about Master Neloth. Neloth is of course furious about this and is trying to put a stop to the books being published. Unfortunately for him, Crassius and his business partner Odros seem to be experts at finding legal loopholes. Whatever the case, I really wouldn't want any book I might write published by the same company who is publishing erotica. The other reason I wouldn't want Werewolves of Wayrest to be published is because I don't want Godonir to ever think that he was an inspiration for anything.
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Fargoth and Samia were married early this morning and following the small private ceremony they arranged for Fargoth's house in Seyda Neen to be put up for sale. This means that he and his golden retriever Widget will be moving into Samia's Pelagiad home with her and her retriever-poodle mix Cameo. Not only is Samia's house large enough for a family of three (plus two big dogs), but by living in Pelagiad their child will be able to attend the town's school. Plus if they have any more children it wouldn't be difficult to add an additional floor to the house.
I was wondering what sort of gift basket to send over to the newlywed's home when I received a call from Darkfell. Acacia had told him about yesterday's run-in with Godonir and Darkfell wanted to know if I wanted him to have a talk with my unwanted admirer.
Slowly walking around outside the barn, I answered, "It's kind of you to offer, but I think that would make things worse." Aware that Acacia had told him about the werewolves in my already convoluted family background, I added, "Besides, I think I gave Godonir something to think about when I mentioned my not-so-dead great grandparents turning him into a chew-toy."
Chuckling at that, Darkfell replied, "I admit that that likely had more of an affect than my threatening to throw him into a prison cell. Anaril and I were saying the other day that it's frustrating to know that Godonir doesn't take us seriously."
Sympathizing with him, I agreed, "He doesn't seem to take anyone seriously. Except for my great grandparents, that is. I saw him flinch ever so slightly when I mentioned them. He takes them very seriously."
To that Darkfell said, "Godonir is a typical bully. He'll freely strut around here intimidating everyone as long as he knows no one is strong enough to take him on, but as soon as he has an inkling that someone stronger might come for him, that makes him change his tune real quick."
Appreciating his concern, I told him, "Nonetheless I thank you for the offer. I'll let you know if I see him skulking around here again. For what it's worth he's been keeping his distance from the farm."
We each gave our regards to each others spouses before ending the call. A little later when the daily farm chores were done, I went into town to take one of my paintings to the consignment shop while Neldor was practicing with Clever Prank in the theater basement.
I noticed right away that Merriweather seemed cooler toward me than usual, but she accepted the painting I brought and at once put it on display with a sales tag. Remaining polite, I didn't let her coolness bother me. I certainly never asked for Godonir's attention and she should absolutely not see me as a rival. Besides, it's not as though Merriweather is in a serious relationship with him. She began an affair with him because she finds the antlered Bosmer werewolf exotic. Not to mention the fact that she also has the occasional fling with Tanor the Sleaze. If Merriweather is engaging in casual relationships, she shouldn't be surprised when she discovers that her lovers are not placing their attention exclusively on her.
Shortly after I returned home I received a notice from Merriweather that my painting had already sold and she would be forwarding the my share of the money to my account. It turns out that Fargoth had purchased it because the color theme and subject (some leaves and flowers I had painted in soft greens and lavender) matched the colors Samia had chosen for the nursery. While I'm usually pleased when a painting sells, I feel bad about this sale. Had I known that the painting would work well for the nursery I would have given it to Samia and Fargoth as a gift.
Although I knew I should use my free time to start another painting, I sat down at my desk, opened my Dwemer notebook and began writing the rough draft for a story that's been sitting in my mind for weeks. Since the idea refuses to go away I figured I may as well type it and get it out of my system. To describe it simply, it's about a girl, her grandmother, and...a werewolf. For the moment the working title is "Werewolves of Wayrest" after that ridiculous song that Godonir said he wanted me to play on the piano.
I don't think I'll ever submit the story to a publisher even though there is one in town. For one thing, the company is a part of Crodros Inc and they are known for publishing a series of erotica about Master Neloth. Neloth is of course furious about this and is trying to put a stop to the books being published. Unfortunately for him, Crassius and his business partner Odros seem to be experts at finding legal loopholes. Whatever the case, I really wouldn't want any book I might write published by the same company who is publishing erotica. The other reason I wouldn't want Werewolves of Wayrest to be published is because I don't want Godonir to ever think that he was an inspiration for anything.
