Korranberg Chronicles: Just a Feeling of Hiraeth

There is a strange sensation that comes over me whenever approaching a destination, we are nearly at Stormreach and I can’t help but find myself thinking of home. Perhaps it’s that lingering dream I have from time to time, sailing back to the City of Stilts and making my way back to the Shadow Marches. Almost every time we are near to port I feel that pull to home, that dream in the back of my mind just nagging to become a reality. Though this one seems a bit stronger than normal, perhaps it’s because my birthday is coming up.
 
To help with those longing feelings of home I always find myself making some of my mother’s recipes. Smelling her cooking just brings back childhood memories and her kind words. I’d be closing my eyes and hear her voice telling me to not over stir the pot or be careful when cutting those vegetables.
 
I don’t know if I have ever told any of yall before but when I lost my eyesight my mother was the one to help me relearn this world. She always joked about how she was blind at night anyways so who better than her to teach her son how to listen to what is around you and navigate this world with all your other senses?
 
My mother was a very interesting teacher, figured you’d learn from experience, kind of person and boy do I have the scars to prove it. I’ve lost track of how many trees and branches I ran right into or holes I’ve fallen in, though to be honest I still sort of do that now but it’s not as bad as before. But I still appreciated how mama taught me and wouldn’t have changed it any other way.
 
However, with all this reminiscing I can’t help but think about the fates and what they have brought me so far. This journey, this group. My mother is a full blown believer in the fates and it has most definitely rubbed off on me if it hasn’t been clear so far. As always fate always has me curious about the future. Toodaloo my darlings!