Samuel
We can leave life for tomorrow
Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
In opposition to Sam's usual luck, Wessex seemed to approve whole-heartedly of his notice board post, even calling it an 'excellent pro-active move', not something he was often attributed to. "Oh, well, thank you. I just desperately want everyone to understand..." He was running out of ways to prove his Goddesses worth, but he'd keep trying until he ran out.Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
Sending his opponents to Wessex...he could help the amused smile. "I'm sure if I told Jigano to go see you, he'd tell me...well. Nothing very polite." It was hardly a secret that the bard didn't care for her. "But...I think I can actually manage for now. I think...I'm getting better at standing up for myself. These last couple of years, I've had to." Of course, he was nowhere near as strong as her, or a lot of the other members of their family, but he was miles from where he had once been.
As for his book, a topic he felt infinitely more comfortable deal with: Sam ran a hand over the page, the dry ink staying on the page. "I thought it would be good to start with a history of The Voice and our family. As much as I know...I made it so I could add more pages or take them out as I learn more. I'm sure The Voice will have some corrections for me. ...Do you know anything special about her history?" After all, he'd only recently become curious about it.
Or make each moment new
