The Art of Waiting

Submitted by Jeroen S. on Wed, 11/2/2011 at 8:39am

 Not once in the past weeks had Valorian complained about not seeing his friend Cail. Not once had he thought ill of his trip back home and how much danger he could be in at this very moment.
 
But that was yesterday.
 
Now, Valorian worried and was anxious to hear from Cail. As he walked through his small patch of herbs, the anxiety began to swell along with anger of how he wasn't there to help. Valorian swelled with emotion and let an anguished yell burst from his lips as he fell to his knees in the soft earth of his garden.
 
"Damn that man. Damn you Cail," he said to himself.
 
Valorian continued to kneel there staring at his plants as the early hours of the morning passed into midday.