so that's a date
I met DEATH in town for a drink, and it went... fine. He(shethey, is DEATH a gender after all? He seems male-like. I wonder if DEATH thinks in pronouns? Probably. I will use He.) asked me to this Homecoming dance thing, and I am rather looking forward to that. And flowers, so sweet. Silvered roses. They remind me of Corwin. *sigh* I miss home. And my brother. And the forest. And ... well... the war needs to be over with soon so I can go home and see all of that... and them.