FuckYeah Babylon 5

ask-gquan:

I could not help but draw this fountain during my visit to Nor’Wal-eth.

I have stayed here much longer than I planned originally.  The mystery of the family I have never known has pulled me from my plans like a zoolow in the net.  I have spent several days in the home of my uncle and learned that my mother was much more than a farmer’s wife.  No wonder she understood so much!  She was knowledgeable in the Healing Arts because she had probably learned at her mother’s knee the herbs and potions used.  She had grown up in the Third Circle.  Now her guiding hand in our family made so much more sense.  My father’s lost purpose suddenly had reason.  He was never the dominant parent.  Obviously she would have led the family as she had until her death. 

Why did she choose to marry a man of the Tenth Circle, so below her in status?  She lost so much.   She should have spent her life in contemplation of the Gods or as a Seer or at least the privileged bond mate of one.  Her children should have grown up in this beautiful village learning the wonders of the world. Her actual children, G’Qual and I, would never be able to become part of her lost world.  Though my uncle welcomed me in his home, I have no doubt that I am probably a disappointment to him.  I am a farmer’s son.  And my pouch brother doesn’t even know his own mother.

My monopolization of our mother now felt like greed.  Why did my mother not bring G’Qual along more often?  Why did he spend so much time learning farming from father when mother was going to be with us so short of an interval?   

Why do we always assume that we have so much time for these things?  Life is uncertain.  Mother should have told us who we were.  She, like G’Qual, probably thought there was more time.