Rickstan

    Upset. Appalled… There were quite a few things Dryn was feeling despite giving a somewhat cheerful farewell to Rick after their talk. Rick was right of feeling the way he had after realizing Dryn had taken in Brandi and Amanda in his spare house the hard way. Well… Amanda for certain due to her injury back then. Dryn had thought he was doing the right thing, with the whole conflict of people wanting to harm those who were outsiders, especially elves and elf-friends.

It had been a long mind-boggling day by the time the sun was setting low against the horizon of the lake, casting shadows and darkening corners in every nook and cranny. The Inn was a welcome respite after all the excitement. The fires had been lit by the Inn maid and the smell of something roasting was thickly wafting through the main common room from the kitchen at the back. 

Rickstan was born in the family home of Dale, living comfortably and happily in the blissful unawareness that his Mother and Father harbored a secret, a secret that did not seem to change or quibble their devoted and instinctive love for their Son. He grew up quite unremarkably like any other infant. He babbled, he rolled, he filled a changing rag and he threw his mushy food once he stopped being nurtured by the breast.

How much have I felt as if I did not have much family left. The parents who had me at birth were dead, the cousins that I had disliked me, the family who adopted me disowned me... Hell, I can even hear Corrben now telling me, "I told you so." It was when Rick when he was going to travel with Nessya that I still had family in them. Even though that Erimyl was gone since she was adopted as well, Rick and the others still treated me as part of their family.