Mrs. Baker cleared her throat.
“Like I said before, the woman didn’t leave me much information. She left this note when she moved on, and I supposed it was by accident, but now I guess not.” She handed Azura the note.
It read:
Into the wind
Across the horizon
Mountains your my way
North of the silver wisp
Owls whisper secrets
To the moon, oh the beautiful moon
Dares to keep shining
Ever shining
As bright as it could be
Deep in your eyes is fury
Far into the darkness, rise
And overcome the gravity
Rise
Rise to the stars
Onward
Never stop moving.
"That doesn't make any sense…" Farron muttered, reading the note over Azura's shoulder, "I mean, there must be clues to her location in there, right?"
Azura stayed silent for a bit, analyzing the note. As her eyes scanned downward, she was completely focused.
“Maybe. . .” She said. “Or maybe they are directions for you?”
"It's possible…" Farron said, running a hand through his hair, "It's the most likely answer and makes sense."
She was still studying the note, and her eyes scrolled downwards.
"Well, I guess we'll have to figure it out later," she said. She turned to Mrs. Baker.
"Thank you for all that you've done for us. This is a very helpful hint."
Mrs Baker gave them a warm smile, "You're very welcome."
"Yeah, thanks for everything." Farron added.
Azura then made her way towards the door, and hesitated a bit for him to follow. She could tell by his face that that conversation had opened fresh wounds, and it looked like it was too much for him to handle.
poor Farron, she thought.
Farron looked towards the ground on thought the entire way back towards the inn. He still
couldn’t half believe that his own mother might still be alive. It was a lot to take in, and didn’t like it was entirely real and it showed on his face, “Sorry I’m not talking much,” He muttered to get rid of the silence.
"It's no problem," she said. She was actually a bit annoyed with him for saying that. Who in their right mind would be talkative after what had just happened? She patted his back and clung to is arm, but they continued to walk in silence. Azura was still trying to decipher the note, and she would look back at it every once in a while.
Farron sighed through his nose, turning his gaze to the sunset on the horizon. He didn't realise how late it was, not after everything that had happened. The oranges and yellows and light pinks distracted him from the world. He looked down at Azura and admired her for a few moments before turning his head away.
Azura held her arm out to stop him for a brief minute.
"When do you want to begin the search for your mother?"
Farron opened his mouth for a moment then closed it, thinking for a few moments, “I-“ He swallowed, “I don’t know…” He whispered.
"We can go whenever you're ready. No rush, because this must be hard for you. But Farron," Azura grabbed his face in her hands. "Whatever you do, don't try to do this alone?" she kissed his cheek.
"Promise?"
Farron swallowed again for he nodded, “Promise.”
Satisfied with her answer, she grabbed his arm and began pulling him down the street again.
Farron sighed through his nose, trying to fight back the nausea and the heache that was beginning to form.
"Hey," she said to him, seeing that he wasn't in the best mood. "Do you want to just go back to the inn? I'll keep looking around town and you can take a nap." Actually, she was planning on doing a little sleuthing while he went away.
"I don't- What if-" He was going into protective mode and had to fight to protest that he didn't like the fact that she was going to be along but sighed, "Yeah. Sure, okay."
"Awesome. I'll see you in a few hours," she said. She hugged him, then turned and walked away.
"Okay. Now, back to that Mrs. Baker." She went all the way back to Mrs. Baker, planning on asking a few questions. Something didn't seem right about her visit.
Farron watched her go before turning back into the tavern. He headed straight for their room and barely made it before he fell asleep.
She knocked on the door, and Mrs.Baker seemed surprised to see her when she returned.
"Hello again," Azura said. "Seems to me you might be able to help us a bit more."
"I don't know about that, dear," Mrs. Baker said. "But I'll certainly try." She ushered Azura in.
"You knew just what we needed to know," Azura said. "Why?"
Mrs Baker frowned a little, "A lucky guess I suppose."
Really," Azura said. She sighed, but continued questioning.
"what about when you looked uncomfortable when I suggested that someone could have made Farron's mother run off?"
The old woman shrugged, "I would be the same in any situation. She never told me what happened, was too scared that she was going to be 'found'"
"But you said you knew she had a son. If that was the case, then don't you think her son would be devastated with his mother gone? If your mother left you, wouldn't you want her to be found?" Azura was frustrated.
"The only thing that Farron asked for was something he couldn't have. His mother. He never asked for anything else. He's a good person, and he cares so much about other people. Can you please, not even for me, but for Farron, tell me everything you know? He loves his mother, and he misses her, terribly."
