Journal XXXVII

[frumpyface]

Ha... I'm almost proud of myself, or at least my older self, reasoning that I had never left. And yet that's one of the few crystal clear things I can remember from last week. I recall talking to people, holding conversations, yet the topics themselves elude me

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[thunder_striker]

I'm a bit disappointed I did not get to meet your older self. You must grow up to be a very good man.

I am glad, however, you remembered your magical knowledge.

[frumpyface]

I wish I could tell you, milady, but trying to think back on any of the details results in confusion and headaches.

Ah, I should give you fair warning. Lady Louise has been brought down to my age this week. I... told her to talk to you to verify the information that I gave her, that some of us here know her in her future. Forgive me, I should have asked you first.

[thunder_striker]

No, no, it's alright. I am more than happy to help.

[frumpyface]

I apologize. But, ah. Well, she looks like, ah, me. When I was, er, female. Only blonde.

[thunder_striker]

That's not surprising.

[frumpyface]

I wouldn't have thought I took after her that much.

[thunder_striker]

I promise to look out for her and help in any way I can.

[frumpyface]

I just... don't know who else she knows. I'm sorry if I'm forcing your hand.

[thunder_striker]

No, no. This is what friends do for one-another. I am glad I can help.

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[frumpyface]

...friend?

[frumpyface]

O-of course, Lady Fate. I'm s- you are too kind.

[thunder_striker]

Thank you.