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The voices in my head have not been kind.
I have a horse now. Her name is Malthen and she's a Palaminio from Rohan. She's very sweet and seems to like her new home. I may have to make a few adjustments though. She's clearly used to a bigger pasture to run in and I think she is a bit lonely for some four legged company. I may get a goat for her, I read that goats are good company for horses. Bloby loves her and spends a good deal of time with her. Its new favorite form is that of a horse. It'll canter around the table and on the floor. Chaucer on the other hand is terrified of her and doesn't really know what to make of her. He was investigating the barn and playing in the manger (silly kitty) when she stuck her nose in it and startled the poor dickens. Malthen thought he was the most intersting thing in the world and started following him around while he was trying to hide. She was very careful in snuffing him. He didn't seem to like it too much.
I feel like something is happening. Something I'm not privy to. It could just be my own parinoia, but I do feel out of the loop on things. On something. I don't know. It's like that tingly feeling of a storm on the horizion, and it feels bad.
I have a horse now. Her name is Malthen and she's a Palaminio from Rohan. She's very sweet and seems to like her new home. I may have to make a few adjustments though. She's clearly used to a bigger pasture to run in and I think she is a bit lonely for some four legged company. I may get a goat for her, I read that goats are good company for horses. Bloby loves her and spends a good deal of time with her. Its new favorite form is that of a horse. It'll canter around the table and on the floor. Chaucer on the other hand is terrified of her and doesn't really know what to make of her. He was investigating the barn and playing in the manger (silly kitty) when she stuck her nose in it and startled the poor dickens. Malthen thought he was the most intersting thing in the world and started following him around while he was trying to hide. She was very careful in snuffing him. He didn't seem to like it too much.
I feel like something is happening. Something I'm not privy to. It could just be my own parinoia, but I do feel out of the loop on things. On something. I don't know. It's like that tingly feeling of a storm on the horizion, and it feels bad.