Writing Prompt: Reticent
Word Count: 625
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Piles of letters sat upon a lonely table set off to the side of a dark room. All addressed to an “Uncle Pyshiro” with various dates upon when they were sent. Their contents spilled across the surface with each letter crinkled open and full of heartfelt words. Words of worry, of wonder, of care, and plenty more. All sent by one very special nephew who simply could not let go.
Pyshiro had made a terrible mistake.
He shouldn’t have given in to Ryme upon his leave. Should never have passed his new address and dwellings. Ever since the passing of his brother and his wife, Pyshiro knew his only option was never to return. Never to be the cause for more hurt for his family. To truly let go and never look back. Were he to stay, what little family he had left… Ryme might earn the ire of the people after him. All because of their familiar bond.
Whether that meant continuing his misguided deeds in another land or seeing a new light to live an honest life, he still had yet to reach that point of understanding what it is he wished to do.
All he knew was that he could not answer to his nephew’s words. He never responded. Ryme’s love and concern for him was just too much to weigh on his burdened soul. Praying that his silence was more than enough an answer to his calls.
Pyshiro had to make for new lands. With the gil he’d accumulated over time, he put he fortune all into a small manor residing within Kugane. Far on the other side of the realm to the east, where nothing from home could truly reach him. He was safe here. Isolated, but safe. A new frontier.
Could he not simply invite his nephew to his new home for a heart to heart? Where his bodyguard could not reach?
Of course not. Twas a near impossible feat. Ryme had become a ‘padjali’ and rooted himself into a place he could not leave. Not so easily and not without the ‘elemental’s’ blessings. Whatever that meant. All this merchant knew was that one day Ryme was normal, and then the next… horns! And a mysterious aura about him that he could not quite place as natural.
Though he never responded, even when it pained him so… Pyshiro still read the letters as they arrived. Finding some small comfort in hearing from the boy regardless of those complicated feelings. He’d learn how things were going back at home, how Ryme was faring in his role, of interesting happenings or things he learned. Not so great were when he included experiences with that nasty bodyguard of his… but it lightened his heart to hear that no trouble had ever crossed his young nephew’s path.
“Though you think yourself unwelcome, I pray that one day you might think otherwise. I miss your company… and would enjoy your presence like old times.”
Another plea for return in Ryme’s latest letter. Another letter he dare not return.
Although… at the very bottom of the crinkled parchment, there were dark and bleary smudges all across its length. As though what was written had been erased and redone a multitude of times to the point of difficulty to parse the writing. But as he squinted hard and leered in, he began to make out the words…
“As long as I have their permission… I’ll find a way to visit you eventually. In fact…”
The rest was too garbled to understand. But it gave an uncertain, nerve-wracking feeling within Pyshiro’s heart as it jumped. That mayhaps, one day, that foolish boy might very well find him in this place.
What would he do then, he wondered…