[003] - Voice: Excuse Me.

[mysicksadlife]

[She's been putting this off. Actually, she's managed to put it off for a very long time now. But as slow as she may be, she knows when there's something she needs to say.]

Look, this probably isn't how you're supposed to do this sort of thing, but I'd rather get it out there up front and over with. I'm sorry for any... strange things I may have said or done while I wasn't quite feeling like myself.

That goes for Valentine's Day, and more recently. Though I have to admit recently wasn't that bad. In fact, if it was always like that here, I could probably get used to it. Eventually. Enough to hold my complaining down to a dull roar, anyway.

So I was wondering, too, about these filial spirits. If magic is really something here, it probably behooves me to try to see it at work. Anyone willing to volunteer to let me? I'm not saying I'm going to try it out myself, or anything like that. I just want to see it.

Comments

[wise_maiden]

I suppose that depends on what your definition of 'more' is. [With the factions and missions, there are only so many 'unique' people to keep track of. Though she's not exactly comfortable having this conversation on the network, anyway.]

[mysicksadlife]

More than we know now. If he wants our help, he should be willing to help us, too. So that makes me wonder what he's really up to.

[As far as she's concerned, everything related to him coming to the village could be staged.]

[wise_maiden]

You could always try asking him. Although he's not exactly receptive to accusatory tones. Or to people in general, at least not anymore.

[mysicksadlife]

[A shrug. When has she ever gotten along with people in general?]

Neither am I. And yet, I still manage to communicate when I need to.

[wise_maiden]

Indeed.

In any case, it's all been some food for thought.