A productive day, I think. Managed to get in contact with some old friends and family I had not seen since started keeping a low profile. For distant relatives, they were surprisingly accomodating.
I've spent a great deal of time with a human girl, as of late. Goes by the name of Emmi, but her name's Emiliana. Pretty, of course (most of them are), but she's also fun. Never thought I could feel this way about a human girl. She won't understand, of course. No one ever does.
I don't get attached to people. Something I learned very young, people leave. They shuffle along because of life, death, and what-have-you, and they leave you. The key is, if you find somebody else who's company you can stand, enjoy it while you can. And don't begrudge them when they're not there, anymore.
That Emmi girl's turning into quite a bit of trouble. I volunteered to take her out in the Sharahan Hills, let her have at some of the Spittlefist. We handled ourselves nicely and she's docking ears for ol' Sarge Greyham when all of a sudden, her cousin appears with a bloody mob. I thought I'd be lynched, for sure. Luckily, they were only keeping an eye on the capricious lass and yours truly.
I don't think her family (nor their friends) likes me all that much. Guess I'll have to cross them off my High Harvestide gift list.
I've spent a great deal of time with a human girl, as of late. Goes by the name of Emmi, but her name's Emiliana. Pretty, of course (most of them are), but she's also fun. Never thought I could feel this way about a human girl. She won't understand, of course. No one ever does.
I don't get attached to people. Something I learned very young, people leave. They shuffle along because of life, death, and what-have-you, and they leave you. The key is, if you find somebody else who's company you can stand, enjoy it while you can. And don't begrudge them when they're not there, anymore.
That Emmi girl's turning into quite a bit of trouble. I volunteered to take her out in the Sharahan Hills, let her have at some of the Spittlefist. We handled ourselves nicely and she's docking ears for ol' Sarge Greyham when all of a sudden, her cousin appears with a bloody mob. I thought I'd be lynched, for sure. Luckily, they were only keeping an eye on the capricious lass and yours truly.
I don't think her family (nor their friends) likes me all that much. Guess I'll have to cross them off my High Harvestide gift list.
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