[Private to Rose]

[It's a good thing text can't get across how grudging this is, cause damn, is it.] Are you all right, my lady?

I suppose, given that a majority of us took on other lives for a time, that this should not surprise me. I have seen others possessed by their dead, but--

Children? How have so many turned into children?

[Written very carefully, very meticulously.]

"And tho his wandrings bore him oe'r barren stone and harsh crag, threwe forest dense and ice and snow, bless'd Elua didst come alast to a land sun-gylded, where grewe olives ripe, and melon and grape, and the folk turned not away in feare, but ope'd thir arms in eager welcome. And Elua and his ( Read more... )

I don't - I don't understand. I am not that person - I was not that person.

Is this what all ports are like? I have had more than enough trouble understanding who I am meant to be, I have no interest in regularly foiling those efforts.

I've sailed frequently, and I've seen wonders at sea, but none of them prepared me for...this. Traveling among the stars is so far outside the realms of what I thought possible...but, I suppose that all knowledge is worth having. How is this done?

Ah - forgive me, my lords and ladies. My name is Imriel nó Montrève [there's a short pause, and then ( Read more... )

( I will try to be good )