Aislinn
08-13-2002, 11:25 PM
Chronicle LVIII
Tenth month, Fifth day
Year Two of the Recent Awakenings
How Chronicler Andrew Broke His Leg
Many of the kindly and concerned denizens of this noble Castle have expressed concern, or at least a mild curiousity, when they see me, humble Chronicler Andrew, can limping, hobbling or even hopping down the hallway.
In hopes of satisfying as many questions as possible in one fell stroke, I have penned this chronicle.
The Story
I was very busy that day, searching high and low for Sera Faer. I was quite worried about her and was willing to poke my nose where I usually did not. Normally, I studiously avoid the hayloft, partly due to the fact my blindness make such a locale dangerous, but mostly because the musty smell I find quite distasteful. While I did not uncover Faer, I stumbled over a very different find.
The Lovers
There was a young couple, whose identities remain mysterious to me, going for a roll in the hay. Some may ask how a blind man could detect such activity, but beleive me when I say there was no lack of noise to accompany their affections. I was very embaressed to discover this intimate moment and was momentarily confused.
Flight
Very flustered, I turned around several times. To sighted people, turning around is no great concern, but my blindness made it impossible to recover my bearings. I took an admittedly random guess and struck off in one direction. I found the ladder, and letting the moment rule reason, tried to descend down it.
Fall
A blind man falling down a ladder sounds like the finishing part of a joke. My feet, unable to see the rungs, slipped and could not regain their hold. I flew threw the air, just lonjg enough to think "Andrew what a silly goof you are." I landed wrongly on my leg, and it hurt it badly. To add insult to injury, I then landed squarely on my face.
Aid From Passerby
Radulf and Alexandrea where the first to find me. Radulf kept me from trynig to walk (and therefore injuring myself worse). Alexandrea worn her soles down running about, searching for a person skilled in medicine. Many people, intrigued by this newest predicament, gathered to talk and gaze (one ser in particular kept offering cake to the gathering). Corbin was the poorest of the lot, as he evidently thinks it amusing sport to taunt a wounded blind man.
Eventually, the skilled and benevolent Sera Destini came to my aid. She proved her expertise in the medical arts and treated me most excellently and with compassion. She bandaged my leg, and gave me some drugged ale, done was done.
Epilogue
I hope this tale of clumsiness has informed and entertained you. I tend to want to tell people that I injured my leg protecting a sera in distress from a horde of green oliphants, but none in my audience ever seems to believe that version. This story was the truth.
In the Service of Her Majesty Queen Vivienne Long May She Reign
Chronicler Andrew
Tenth month, Fifth day
Year Two of the Recent Awakenings
How Chronicler Andrew Broke His Leg
Many of the kindly and concerned denizens of this noble Castle have expressed concern, or at least a mild curiousity, when they see me, humble Chronicler Andrew, can limping, hobbling or even hopping down the hallway.
In hopes of satisfying as many questions as possible in one fell stroke, I have penned this chronicle.
The Story
I was very busy that day, searching high and low for Sera Faer. I was quite worried about her and was willing to poke my nose where I usually did not. Normally, I studiously avoid the hayloft, partly due to the fact my blindness make such a locale dangerous, but mostly because the musty smell I find quite distasteful. While I did not uncover Faer, I stumbled over a very different find.
The Lovers
There was a young couple, whose identities remain mysterious to me, going for a roll in the hay. Some may ask how a blind man could detect such activity, but beleive me when I say there was no lack of noise to accompany their affections. I was very embaressed to discover this intimate moment and was momentarily confused.
Flight
Very flustered, I turned around several times. To sighted people, turning around is no great concern, but my blindness made it impossible to recover my bearings. I took an admittedly random guess and struck off in one direction. I found the ladder, and letting the moment rule reason, tried to descend down it.
Fall
A blind man falling down a ladder sounds like the finishing part of a joke. My feet, unable to see the rungs, slipped and could not regain their hold. I flew threw the air, just lonjg enough to think "Andrew what a silly goof you are." I landed wrongly on my leg, and it hurt it badly. To add insult to injury, I then landed squarely on my face.
Aid From Passerby
Radulf and Alexandrea where the first to find me. Radulf kept me from trynig to walk (and therefore injuring myself worse). Alexandrea worn her soles down running about, searching for a person skilled in medicine. Many people, intrigued by this newest predicament, gathered to talk and gaze (one ser in particular kept offering cake to the gathering). Corbin was the poorest of the lot, as he evidently thinks it amusing sport to taunt a wounded blind man.
Eventually, the skilled and benevolent Sera Destini came to my aid. She proved her expertise in the medical arts and treated me most excellently and with compassion. She bandaged my leg, and gave me some drugged ale, done was done.
Epilogue
I hope this tale of clumsiness has informed and entertained you. I tend to want to tell people that I injured my leg protecting a sera in distress from a horde of green oliphants, but none in my audience ever seems to believe that version. This story was the truth.
In the Service of Her Majesty Queen Vivienne Long May She Reign
Chronicler Andrew