Blurty for Zosia the Pious.
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| Wednesday, July 30th, 2003 |
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I could hear the two servants in the distance, pounding stakes into the ground. They had become proficient at putting up the pavillion in the past month or so. The travel had been easy, and slow. Behind me, closer, I heard crashing through the underbrush, a slow, ponderous pace. Feny crawling towards me, I supposed, and her call of "You give me drink?" confirmed the guess. I felt my whole body clench. There is never time to think with Feny about. Feny has no room for anyone but herself, and our travel has been ponderous precisely because we are dragging the Queen along with us. Oh, great Eulodi, when I asked You to return me to service, I did not expect you to summon me to the side of Feny the Simple. I turned to her, spoke. "Your Majesty, I do not have a skin with me. Did you ask one of the servants?" She stopped crawling, sat on the ground. She looked at me with all her usual vacancy and said "Me want drink." Sighing, I walked back into the encampment. Didi dead, Kas in perpetual mourning so deep that he's incapable of governing, and his idiot cousin the only one old enough to sit the throne of Darkwood. No wonder the kingdom is a civil war waiting to happen. I gave the Queen her drink, wondering how long it would last, these quiet days before the storm. Eulodi, if only I could find her body. If only I could find Scott. If only. If. |
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| Wednesday, June 25th, 2003 |
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I think 20 years and more on the paths and trails of adventures and missions are long enough. Certainly I have earned the place I have now. I walk the coridors of the stronghold and the paths of the gardens and try to guide the spiritual life of those who come to me and seek. But I still find myself restless, wanting to wander. I found myself drifting over to the dolmen that marks Didi's grave, thinking about the years I spent as RealmCleric, but thinking even more about the time when Didi and I were just ordinary women living on the other side of the portal, when she was just Didi, daft and sweet and never dreaming of the fate that was in store for her. I wonder if there is some way to get back there? I wonder what differences there are in the lives on the other side. 20 years gone; a lot can change. Is my mother still alive? And, of course, the question that plagued me from the moment we became trapped here to the moment in which I write this: What happened to my beloved Scott? |
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| Thursday, May 1st, 2003 |
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| It's been a long time since I thought of Darkwood, of Didi, of the Dreaming Child and the Gods I knew there. It calls me back. Do I return, or do I turn my face to the wall and never look back? | ||||
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Blurty for Zosia the Pious.
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