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It's been...a strange week.
I've taken to walking around in the early morning. It isn't as if I've really got a place to stay at the moment. Of course there are probably places I could stay--I spent enough time at the Onyx Night for a while, but I haven't seen Xandria or her brother around, and, well, it's made me nervous, to say the least. So I left.
Trouble's bothering the bird less, although I wonder if that's less because of interest and more because we haven't actually been staying anywhere. He's skinny, and that means the cold seeps in to him just like it does me. It's not like I've got fat to spare. I'm pretty sure M is keeping eyes on us as best it can. And I know it's irritated that I'm doing the homeless shuffle. There's just...so much to do, I guess. Rhydin is such a strange place, but it's not free of what I fought in my first life.
And there's the fact that I really ought to do the job that M recruited me for. I ought to find more Seals. I've got my eye on a few people, that I should discuss with the bird. I need to learn more about them. I need to do what I promised Doc Valkonan I'd do, and talk to Irina more. It's not easy. I don't know how to really be a friend--I lost that skill over time. I know how to be a battle-comrade. I need to learn how to be a friend again. It's such a tentative dance. And I've never been much of a dancer.
I've been learning to play poker again with Irina and a couple of her friends. A Spanish boy named Salvador, and a gentleman named James Tanner. He seems like a walking anachronism, dressed like an old-style Western gambler. He may even *be* an anachronism...he's certainly very gentlemanly in archaic stle. It's quaint. Sort of...nice, even, I guess. Hard to describe for me. I'm not used to this. I'm just not.
I think I'm going to stop this here.
I've taken to walking around in the early morning. It isn't as if I've really got a place to stay at the moment. Of course there are probably places I could stay--I spent enough time at the Onyx Night for a while, but I haven't seen Xandria or her brother around, and, well, it's made me nervous, to say the least. So I left.
Trouble's bothering the bird less, although I wonder if that's less because of interest and more because we haven't actually been staying anywhere. He's skinny, and that means the cold seeps in to him just like it does me. It's not like I've got fat to spare. I'm pretty sure M is keeping eyes on us as best it can. And I know it's irritated that I'm doing the homeless shuffle. There's just...so much to do, I guess. Rhydin is such a strange place, but it's not free of what I fought in my first life.
And there's the fact that I really ought to do the job that M recruited me for. I ought to find more Seals. I've got my eye on a few people, that I should discuss with the bird. I need to learn more about them. I need to do what I promised Doc Valkonan I'd do, and talk to Irina more. It's not easy. I don't know how to really be a friend--I lost that skill over time. I know how to be a battle-comrade. I need to learn how to be a friend again. It's such a tentative dance. And I've never been much of a dancer.
I've been learning to play poker again with Irina and a couple of her friends. A Spanish boy named Salvador, and a gentleman named James Tanner. He seems like a walking anachronism, dressed like an old-style Western gambler. He may even *be* an anachronism...he's certainly very gentlemanly in archaic stle. It's quaint. Sort of...nice, even, I guess. Hard to describe for me. I'm not used to this. I'm just not.
I think I'm going to stop this here.