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I don't know what kind of weird magic that shabby woodsman has over me, but he always makes everything feel a little less chaotic and swimmy. Balances my jimmies out, I guess. Oh, but I can't spend all my time out there, you know; one does need time to oneself with a pen and parchment and a little bit of the old elbow grease so to speak. Despite the imminent throbbing in my wrist, I have taken up my quill again to jot some more peculiar words on yet another blank parchment, to be readily available and read by whoever seeks to find meaning in the madness. (Or madness in the meaning? Oh, a quandry.) Well. I know we are unacquainted, you and I; granted, you are but a wooden board in the resplendant palace at the center of this fine Kingdom that I've sort of taken to calling home these days. So, I guess introductions are in order - isn't that where most great friendships begin? I'm Dearly. If there were a name beyond that one, nobody has thought to address me by it, so naturally nobody has told me as such, and how can I know what has never been told to me. What a silly notion. I don't think that I have been here for long, but oh how days do run into one another and my sleep has always been an elusive and unreliable thing, so I cannot judge the dark parts of the day from the light ones well enough to count them out on my little fingers. Besides, I don't like to count. So there's that. But I wager I've been here for a bit, wandering the little passageways and between the trees and sampling the fine assortment of soups that seem readily available at the inns. The beds, I confess, are rather uncomfortable. Can someone let Walsuk know? I don't rightly know what brought me here; I learned long ago not to look for answers in things because you oft won't like the things you find out, so I live with that in mind and just kinda float about like a leaf on the wind. Or on a river or whatever. You know, just...carried along with no real direction. That's the sort of thing that works best for me, you know. In any case, the winds have carried me here and I think I like it fine, so I imagine I'll stick around for a bit. The winds also carried me out to that shabby fellow that lives in that haunted village in the trees, where the sheep hang out. That guy who balances my jimmies. You know who I mean. I talked about him before. Anyways, he led me to that little cave out there, where that wise old Dragon lives, who gave me that neat little scroll with all the words on it. It makes for a terrible pillow, but it's got a lot of useful information in it. Told me to find someone out there to help me out, and I did find someone, as it turns out, who has been pretty helpful and is the reason my wrist is very sore because she asks for a lot of information that I am readily able to supply, I only hope it's not too verbose and obnoxious. I've been told that before. It's not something that's easy to hear, but you can't ask a cat to be a rabbit if it doesn't have long enough ears, right? Anyhow, it's good to know this is here, because sometimes I find myself completely overcome with loneliness and nobody is around to listen to me, so I know that I can visit the messenger and get some more parchment and ink and scribble out all these terrible thoughts that rattle around in my noggin' without interupting anyone's day all that very much. I figure, if anyone has read anything that I have to say this far, they're in it for the long-haul and I appreciate their interest in the routine nonsense that I have to share. If not, well, they'lll ljust take the pin out, and then like me, it will be off to wherever the wind will carry it next. Oh! I hope it's a beach! - Dearly | |