After cleaning up the morning meal and doing the dishes, Gentil moved to his room and closed the door. He rested his back against it, just staring at the bed for a moment and debating on whether or not he should nap. Napping was fairly easy to do, it was the sleeping that he found hard. He would lie awake for hours, debating Teir’s words.
If you are going to pledge yourself to the House Shado’loran it might surely change you. But continue as you are and we will still welcome you as a friend; you will just have to find your own space to move forward in life.
Teir was right. Gentil knew that eventually he would have to rely more on himself and less on the family if he wished to move forward and progress, independently. He owed much to those that had given him shelter and he would not pledge to another House so long as he was with the Shado’loran’s but as Alinith had said, Gentil might not be ready to decide.
Today would be the day Gentil would inquire about apartments in Dalaran. He was comfortable here, in a Sanctuary City as opposed to a capital that might tie him up in politics. And he feared that the large amount in his bank account, due to the settlement might sit there forever collecting dust if he didn’t set out on his own. This would be a new thing for him. So he set about dressing for the day and worried perhaps about taking those steps into the world.
Be brave, Gentil. Once there was a time you were powerful and feared in Netherstorm. Do you not remember? No, he did not. It was only what people told him for the way that he was. For all he knew they could have all been lying about his old life… it wasn’t like he could remember past a year and a half ago. And in this respect, Gentil was still a child, bright-eyed about the wonders of the world.