Let's Try This Again

As much as Sam had dived back into his Loreseeker work as a distraction from his difficulties at the moment, he actually found himself enjoying it very much indeed. There was something deeply satisfying about completing projects that he had control over, that could be done at a desk with no life-threatening danger or making any enemies. He had so been enjoying it (and avoiding his home) that he'd taken to bringing Mia to the Guildhall with him and not returning home overnight some days. It was early evening, not that he was paying much attention to the time, and Sam had just decided to make himself another cup of tea. Mia slept on the table by his work, for the moment calm and relaxed (unlike earlier, when she had tried to make off with his quill several times in short succession); he had come to an end of the chapter of a short book on the Flora around the barrier he had started months previous, noting on the effects of the now-vanished energy shield on the local plantlife. A thrilling topic, to be sure. Setting the tea back on the table and picking up his quill, wondering how to illustrate the corners of the new chapter page, he found a relaxed contentment inside himself he had not for quite some time. Had he forgotten the simple joys of his craft? If he had, he knew he had to be careful not to do so again. Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child