Bathing in the warm evening sun shining through the guild hall window as the sun begins its evening descent Jazmina looks up from her ledgers and takes a deep sigh. She has the hall all to herself and though the hall is a haven of rest to her, her heart is still not comforted by the sweet sounds of the birds singing outside the door nor the lullaby of the river nearby as it flows along its course. Leafing the pages of the guild hall ledger between her fingers her mind wanders back to days long past. The sweet memories of those who have made her and the guild what it is today.
She smiles as she remembers those early days of attending church services in the old abbey. Then those awesome adventures with Malohaut held after services. The picnics, the wondering through Lyn Barfog for the very first time. The innocence of those times. She remembers the time that Jadzzia, Peiter's wife gave her her first whole set of armor.
She smiles fondly as she remembers the voice of Palevale and his daily greetings whenever her and Blednnyn were around. Jazmina sighs as she recalls the beautiful wedding held in the abbey officiated by her close and dear friend Malohaut. Such dear times..memories that will never fade through time.
Jazmina opens a drawer in her desk and pulls out a fine leather bound book. Leaning back in her chair she delicately turns the pages. Before her a picture taken at the dawn of a battle in avalon city for the first time. She see's her self surrounded by the best of warriors..almost as if they were angels sent to battle a feirce demon foe. She smiles warmly, a tear almost flowing from her eyes. The picture proudly showing Colbi, Moniere, Zigafus, Aijalon, Malohaut, Blednnyn, Cammandus, and Phillippi bracing themselves preparing to battle.
She turns the page and there a photo of one of the first guild meetings held in the mess hall at the old abbey. She smiles to think how the guild has grown since that time. The following page holds a faded picture of Paron and Moogle playing a prank on each other.
Jazmina turns the page and there another beautiful picture that fills her mind and heart with memories. She can still hear faithful Gyllis, his pleasent voice echoing through the halls of Camelot church..spreading God's word for all to hear. The excitement she felt as she sat in service and watched that great church fill with curious onlookers who were drawn in by the hearing of God's word.
Jazmina continues leafing through the pages of the fine leather album. Pictures of younger members warm her heart, Odale, Seresia, Rolander, Icthus, Avengar, Hennis, Xits, and others. She wonders where the time has gone. So many memories so dear to her. So many people who have touched her life and that of her husbands.
Jazmina closes the pages of the book setting it down on her desktop. She gets up from her chair and strolls to the window of the new hall. Her mind wonders wondering what has happened to those she has not heard from in a while. Those like Hezron whose brief visits warm her heart. Zigafus and his beautiful wife Lilyan, Moniere the gentle soul who always layed down his life with a smile for his guild family. Phillippi, the one who was certain that the guild family had the finest of clothing to warm them in battle.And Malohaut....the one who guided Jazmina, the dear friend who gave her the courage and assurance she needed to lead such a fine family.
Her mind wanders to those so young in the guild. What will become of them? Sighing she kneels before the cross hanging over the guild mantle and prays..." Dear Lord, You have brought so many into my life and this guild's life. All a blessing and dear to my heart. I pray for their safety and that they have peace and prosperity in all they do.I pray you return those who are returning to our fold safely and bless those you have moved on to be a blessing elsewhere. I pray you will continue to allow this small band of faithful to continue to touch the lifes of those around us and show them a glimpse of you through our example. I know I am getting older now and I pray you raise vallient leaders to lead this family and help it grow into what you want it to be. Bless this guild Lord, bless everyone who is part of it. Lead us and guide us. I thank you Lord for each and every one of them. Strengthen me Lord and let me continue to be the example of you and your love in this guild. In Jesus's precious name...Amen."
Jazmina arises and walks back to her desk. She puts the leather bound album neatly in her drawer and close her ledgers for the day. As she closes the door to the guild hall for the evening the scent of flowers and fresh air fill her. Breathing in deeply she thinks she can smell the bittersweet scent of adventure. Pulling out her drum she begins an upbeat song of praise to the Lord for she feels the Lords reassurance that the guild is not ending a page but rather turning a page to a new time..full of new memories and new faces and new blessings!
She smiles as she remembers those early days of attending church services in the old abbey. Then those awesome adventures with Malohaut held after services. The picnics, the wondering through Lyn Barfog for the very first time. The innocence of those times. She remembers the time that Jadzzia, Peiter's wife gave her her first whole set of armor.
She smiles fondly as she remembers the voice of Palevale and his daily greetings whenever her and Blednnyn were around. Jazmina sighs as she recalls the beautiful wedding held in the abbey officiated by her close and dear friend Malohaut. Such dear times..memories that will never fade through time.
Jazmina opens a drawer in her desk and pulls out a fine leather bound book. Leaning back in her chair she delicately turns the pages. Before her a picture taken at the dawn of a battle in avalon city for the first time. She see's her self surrounded by the best of warriors..almost as if they were angels sent to battle a feirce demon foe. She smiles warmly, a tear almost flowing from her eyes. The picture proudly showing Colbi, Moniere, Zigafus, Aijalon, Malohaut, Blednnyn, Cammandus, and Phillippi bracing themselves preparing to battle.
She turns the page and there a photo of one of the first guild meetings held in the mess hall at the old abbey. She smiles to think how the guild has grown since that time. The following page holds a faded picture of Paron and Moogle playing a prank on each other.
Jazmina turns the page and there another beautiful picture that fills her mind and heart with memories. She can still hear faithful Gyllis, his pleasent voice echoing through the halls of Camelot church..spreading God's word for all to hear. The excitement she felt as she sat in service and watched that great church fill with curious onlookers who were drawn in by the hearing of God's word.
Jazmina continues leafing through the pages of the fine leather album. Pictures of younger members warm her heart, Odale, Seresia, Rolander, Icthus, Avengar, Hennis, Xits, and others. She wonders where the time has gone. So many memories so dear to her. So many people who have touched her life and that of her husbands.
Jazmina closes the pages of the book setting it down on her desktop. She gets up from her chair and strolls to the window of the new hall. Her mind wonders wondering what has happened to those she has not heard from in a while. Those like Hezron whose brief visits warm her heart. Zigafus and his beautiful wife Lilyan, Moniere the gentle soul who always layed down his life with a smile for his guild family. Phillippi, the one who was certain that the guild family had the finest of clothing to warm them in battle.And Malohaut....the one who guided Jazmina, the dear friend who gave her the courage and assurance she needed to lead such a fine family.
Her mind wanders to those so young in the guild. What will become of them? Sighing she kneels before the cross hanging over the guild mantle and prays..." Dear Lord, You have brought so many into my life and this guild's life. All a blessing and dear to my heart. I pray for their safety and that they have peace and prosperity in all they do.I pray you return those who are returning to our fold safely and bless those you have moved on to be a blessing elsewhere. I pray you will continue to allow this small band of faithful to continue to touch the lifes of those around us and show them a glimpse of you through our example. I know I am getting older now and I pray you raise vallient leaders to lead this family and help it grow into what you want it to be. Bless this guild Lord, bless everyone who is part of it. Lead us and guide us. I thank you Lord for each and every one of them. Strengthen me Lord and let me continue to be the example of you and your love in this guild. In Jesus's precious name...Amen."
Jazmina arises and walks back to her desk. She puts the leather bound album neatly in her drawer and close her ledgers for the day. As she closes the door to the guild hall for the evening the scent of flowers and fresh air fill her. Breathing in deeply she thinks she can smell the bittersweet scent of adventure. Pulling out her drum she begins an upbeat song of praise to the Lord for she feels the Lords reassurance that the guild is not ending a page but rather turning a page to a new time..full of new memories and new faces and new blessings!
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