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...Mother tries her best, and yet I still find myself having to try for her rather often. I... I'm not /upset/ by it, not at all, but- but I still- ...nevermind. It's not my place to protest.
Father is a strange old soul... I know I love him, and I know he loves us, but sometimes I really, really just... I don't know. I shouldn't think like that.
Bee... he looks so much like his mother. Every time I see him, I... I cannot help myself from missing her that much more. Would she be proud of him? He's grown up so fine... Perhaps she wouldn't be enthused about the Pawnhood, but... such things can't be helped. He does his best; and in truth, isn't that all any of us can do?
The lonesome wind sings for both of us, and I wish so /desperately/ to shelter him from it--because even though he's... well, /him/, I... I feel almost safe again, when we talk. I can't tell him /everything/, but... I wish I could tell him /anything/ I wanted. I wish we could just be two cats under the light of the moon, tethered by no Code or Law or word of the Stars, free to say anything at all. ...maybe some day, if entropy pans out in favor of whatever the two of us may be.
Weird, for sure, but... I don't know. They're sort of endearing, and it's nice to have some unfamiliar faces around Camp. I do want to know /more/ about them, and I guess I have the chance now. Normal offerings are appreciated, but them bringing in little flowers, trinkets, and knickknacks without me even having to /ask/ for tribute? It's pretty admirable, actually.
ᵍᵒˢʰ! ⁱ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ˢⁱᵇˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ /ᵃᵐ/ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ⁱ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ :⁽ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵇˡᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍˢ. ⁱ'ᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵈ ᵒᶠ ˡᵘᶜᵏ, ⁿᵒᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳᵗᵘⁿᵉ, ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ :⁾
All the gods do is /get in our way/, and this fucking /newt/ does most of all. We just want some gods-damned /peace/ to do our work, and telling them to 'fuck off' just gets you branded as a heretic and thrown out of polite society--though, to be fair, the world we come from is hardly polite...
...rrr?
Hi there, Ewen! Who's a good dog?
... Shh, no one needs to know about the ears.
While I doubt he has anything but his own best interests in mind, he is kind enough to us all. Ewen seems rather fond of him; perhaps he sees something in the stranger that I cannot.
She seems to care a lot about those around her, and is rather devout, to my knowledge. She makes for good company, but I can't shake the feeling that my blood may fall on her blade and Ewen's teeth someday.
Wrrf wourf!!
You know I never pet a dog! They’re soOOOO fluffy. I wonder what Ms. Alan would do if I took one? They’re so nice and fluffy and I love to hug them I just gotta take one! Eventually, probably, I wish it was now.
Young, innocent, and soft... and yet, I suspect that they are more than what they seem.
Hello, Ms. Alan!!! You're really cool and nice, that’s super cool!
Ewen is... well. He is many things, quite certainly- but the most important is that he is still by my side. Even after everything, never would we leave one another alone.
Rrrff.
Without even knowing us, she threw herself into danger so that we could remain safe; as if she did not even know of fear. And, out of all the others, she is the only one who holds proper veneration for those who rule over our world; though, I suppose that is to be expected, considering the nature of her existence.
...She took a nasty blow, at the temple. I hope she's alright. I should have protected her, that's what I'm meant to do.
praise dog jesus, the woofer to end all woofers
ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕕. 𝕀𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠, 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕟.
A calming presence, deeply entwined with that of my lady. Even if she has never manifested to me in physical form, I find that I am most at home in her domain--though perhaps that is simply a sentiment common among elves.
𝒜𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓁𝓊𝒹𝑒 𝓂𝑒... 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝐼 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓈𝑒. 𝒮𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝓅𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝐿𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝑅𝒾𝒶𝒿𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜.
Despite her youth, she has great potential. With time, the girl may grow into her own strength. Though, I must admit that she relies a bit too much on fighting with fire for my comfort.
I like miss Alan quite a bit, I think. She's got a good energy to her, y'know? Like, a motherly sort. Not that I've got much experience with that, but...