Jun 14, 2011 16:36
[Armand is sitting in the shade of a large tree. It's eerily quiet around him.]
I believe that tonight I'll be forced to commit my first robbery. I've made a few dollars since I arrived by selling little cards with people's names translated into elvish. Nothing much, but young girls seemed especially to like it. They laughed so hard and begged their parents for the money on the island.
I don't know where to find anyone now who isn't ill. But I would assume that some of these smaller towns are going to be dark or sparsely inhabited tonight. I hope there is no one left who'd begrudge me some food, and perhaps I can find the other supplies I need to continue on. Lighter weight clothing in an appropriately modern cut, a satchel perhaps to carry useful things. A bedroll and a way to carry water. Simple things.
I thought perhaps if I walked at night, I'd not dream, but I dream during the day as well--those dreams, if you know what I mean--and tis easier to lose my way in the dark. I haven't been this alone in years, and it tears at my heart.
so alone,
!project blue,
on the road