To Thine Own Self

It was with a practiced hand that I caught myself before I would be completely devoured.
The invisible mourning cloak has been burned, unemotional barricades successfully reinforced, content with the secondhand knowledge that the Poet has been discharged from the clinic, cleaned to resume his normal schedule in the process allowing me the same.

This morning I dispatched crumb to deliver a scroll to, Claudius Marselius, proprietor of the 'House of Three Swords'. The requested meeting purposely delayed in light of everything that has recently transpired, not wishing to exposure of my own culpability in the salt shortage. I do so now only because I do not wish Savana to remind of the owned favor, our involvement even casually would prove hard to explain. The carefully worded scroll of introduction has yet to warrant a reply.
I continue to remain hopeful that it will provide me the needed access, if not I will be forced to seek out another alternative.

Tynan has safely returned to the City. The better part of yesterday spent at the Warriors Academy, assisting in his registration. Once the necessary paperwork was completed, we shared a lengthy conversations while I unpacked his belongings in the quarters that will house him during his training.
I have never treated him as a child, so it didn't surprise me when he questioned my reasoning's for sending him to stay with his grandfather in Port Kar. .I stand behind my decision and expressed as much to him, stating that the exposure and adversity that he faced being away from the City was good for him. A true leader needs to not be aware of his own surroundings but also be familiar with those things that helped in shaping his past.
What I failed to mention was the fact that I had missed him, deeply, along with the hated undeniable fact that he has gotten taller, vanquished are those things that made him a child, replaced instead with the slow evolution of masculine features. I imagine that he looks a great deal like Taimh did at that age, especially when he tried on the crimson cloak that his father purchased for him. I don't consider the resemblance a bad thing, for despite his fathers many flaws, he is a somewhat handsome man.
While I am unable to deny the shared similarities of both Taimh and Tynan, I will see that it extends no further for unlike his father, I will not allow my son's planned procreation to be wasted on poor choices.

His return reminding me that he is no longer mine to love like a child, weakened by motherly smothering. I take comfort in the fact that while his body grows stronger and more agile that his mind remains open to my influences, childish tactics reshaped and defined to meet the demands of impending adulthood. I look forward to the day when he shall naturally assume the leadership roles as Ar's next Administrator.

At his side I shall remain guiding him.