Fragments of Vessels
Preface to the inner ramblings in head:
Back when things were bad I wrote whatever was going on. It didn’t seem to make me feel better, but it did give me a way to be introspective. With everything going on right now (and not knowing how long I’ll have the gift of fine motor skills), I figured some introspection couldn’t hurt.
I have been traveling for the better part of two months now. Not that it isn’t weird enough that I have been away from Thornwall for that length of time, I have been traveling with a changeling and an eladrin wizard. Both female. Both powerful in their own right. It has been strange talking with someone other than Al. Before, I used to do my “prowl the alleyway” thing, go home, have a drink, bandage up, and go to sleep. Now, I’m waking up in strange towns, different planes of existence, and fighting things my nightmares only released when my psyche was real pissed off at me. To top it off, I think I am actually getting to like these women I have been waking up with. (Get your head out of the gutter random person that killed me and is now reading this…or Zory.)
barlic clerd bard cleric), is probably the most (at the same time) optimistic and cynical person I have ever met besides me. She is the life of the party one minute, and ripping into a man (literally) the next. She seems to be two sides of a very interesting coin. Fragile and loving, while strong and menacing. I never know quite how she will take something. (Like if you’re are reading this, I don’t know what will happen when you’re done.) But I do know something. She is someone I could see calling a friend. Weird.
Sapphire (the eladrin wizard), will fool you. She will stroll up, and you will think, “Wow, there is an extremely tall and attractive women that poses no threat to my life whatsoever.” Then, she will flash her big blue eyes your way, point her staff in your direction, and you won’t have a chance to wish you could see it coming. I have never been so surprised with someone in my life. When we started off on this suicide, blazing glory, chicken stir fry craziness we call a trip, I thought we brought the wrong person. She seemed subdued, peaceful, and not at all helpful for something so insane. Then she disintegrated a man right before my eyes. Like I said before…she will fool you.
These women have gotten me back to where I was when I was a kid. Talkative, ready to adventure, and willing to make new friends. I just don’t know if that’s a good thing. I have survived a long time without anything of the sort. I’ve had Alfred to shoot the crap with and people to punch. Everything a man needs. Maybe. I just don’t like having to worry if someone gets hurt, or worse, starts to like me too. Then you can get hurt. I’ve been hurt enough. I don’t much care for it.
Wow, ok, it’s late and I just read what I wrote. Time to be done and get some sleep. We’re heading off to Sapphire’s home to see her dads in the morning. Then to a tower to find a relic that can bring someone back to life. When did my life get so strange?
Xavvry With Regards,
Hesitantly and unsure,