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[Private to Rose]
[It's a good thing text can't get across how grudging this is, cause damn, is it.] Are you all right, my lady?
[It's a good thing text can't get across how grudging this is, cause damn, is it.] Are you all right, my lady?
I suppose, given that a majority of us took on other lives for a time, that this should not surprise me. I have seen others possessed by their dead, but--
Children? How have so many turned into children?
Children? How have so many turned into children?
[Written very carefully, very meticulously.]
I've found the Eluine Cycle in the library. Convenient, to seek solace and find something of home.
"And tho his wandrings bore him oe'r barren stone and harsh crag, threwe forest dense and ice and snow, bless'd Elua didst come alast to a land sun-gylded, where grewe olives ripe, and melon and grape, and the folk turned not away in feare, but ope'd thir arms in eager welcome. And Elua and his Companions didst therin abyde, and 'twas thus called Terre d'Ange."
I've found the Eluine Cycle in the library. Convenient, to seek solace and find something of home.
I don't - I don't understand. I am not that person - I was not that person.
Is this what all ports are like? I have had more than enough trouble understanding who I am meant to be, I have no interest in regularly foiling those efforts.
Is this what all ports are like? I have had more than enough trouble understanding who I am meant to be, I have no interest in regularly foiling those efforts.
