Regrets~
Seth Callan
Windermere, Aleron
Grenmoon, 4415
“The more fate expected of me, the more I clung to my need to stand apart. The secrets I kept buried were too dangerous to let anyone come near.”
“So, you built walls,” he says.
“My father taught me all I needed to know about keeping a distance.”
Seth sipped his second aurello of the afternoon, staring out the window and steadying his resolve. A fishing boat trawled the cobalt waters of Windermere Bay, tacking for Greywing village, its hull filled with a catch of fresh flounder and halibut, most likely. Recalling the tastes from his childhood set his stomach rumbling.
Seth had grown up on those shores, running barefoot on a beach of coarse sand that had seemed miles wide then. But tides rise and perspectives change. His childho
