Unfamiliar territory, it has been many months since I last sought out the pages of my most trusted friend. Many times my quill has come down to kiss your pages but alas I found myself drawing a blank and with nothing to still the reeling of my mind. Life has changed for me and I often wonder why my gift simply cannot see that far into my own fate. That I won't ask... Finding myself omitted to everything around me, going through the motions of the day and looking for a sense of abatement on the 'what if's' that consume my t
It has been a while since I felt this magnetism with another but it was definitely there. Two sides of the same coin we are not, more like mirror images of ourselves. Did the Fates bring him to me to reflect? So much sublime surrounds him but below the still glassy surface I see a storm of villainous disposition there. Maybe I'm wrong.
houghts. Just as I was wandering through the Hollow a stranger came into my sights, sitting by the well next to the Bard's Guild a male seraphim. Or at least I think that's what he is. we started off quite rocky, his flippancy was very difficult to ignore -- until he was removed from the eyes of the others around us.
It has been a while since I felt this magnetism with another but it was definitely there. Two sides of the same coin we are not, more like mirror images of ourselves. Did the Fates bring him to me to reflect? So much sublime surrounds him but below the still glassy surface I see a storm of villainous disposition there. Maybe I'm wrong.