Today at worship services, Loomis was quiet and rather distant. He seemed almost smug, as he brushed off questions about his absent kids with "None of your ------- business." or "What the ------- is it to you?" His responses would always elicit a jab in the ribs from his wife who would remind him of the day of worship, but she was no more willing to indulge the curiosities than was he.
The blacksmith answered for his missing son with something about "Gone to try to get some blacksmithing supplies", and "May have to go all the way to Dusara..."
After the services the owner of the mercantile invited the blacksmith, his wife, Diana, and myself over for supper at his place. There are rumors around the community about the quality of the vittles at his table; so in addition to the business we were all anxious to discuss no one wanted to turn down an opportunity to sample the fare.
The meal was wonderful, and other than the wider variety of food, it was very comparable to Diana's table. The discussion after was quite relaxed. It seems that Loomis has retreated to his farm, and seems to have completely abandoned any interest outside of his own family and crops. Of course there was a lot of speculation about the missing children, but truly the only thing we knew for sure was that they were seen riding toward the capitol.
So, after a lovely evening with some great people, Diana rode back to the farm in great spirits under the bight moon. As we parted for the night she gave me a hug, and reiterated her gratitude for my help on the farm and in the town. I, of course, humbly blew it off and no big deal, and said good night.
I did walk the field on my way to my bunk. It gave me a chance to think about the value of settling down, and living the simple life of these people. But whether or not I ever settle down, it is good knowing that there are people like Diana and the blacksmith and all the good people around here. It helps me keep perspective.
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