Scrawled in a loose hand on the pages of a maimed and singed oilcloth-wrapped journal. It's cover and page margins are scrawled over with doodles of kittens. Some of these are, unfortunately, pink.

Dear Diary,

Gil never told me he knows a smith!

But then, I might not have told him I started smithing myself in my downtime back in Minos.

That smith, ( Read more... )

When I came out here to rejoin with The Apple, I never once thought I'd find myself climbing up the side of a pavillion to chase down a runaway pneumatic-mechanical monkey alongside a Begman bareknuckle-fighter/governmental code-breaker. Not once!

I love my life!

Awkward conversations with old friends completed - 1
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