So my original mun finally returned from whatever the fuck he was doing up north, and is only now getting around to seeing how his puppets are doing. Apparently he holds us somewhat responsible for his lack of sanity. I say psh, because it's not like I or anyofus would exist were it not for his total insanity. Case in point: he's writing an
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*steps quietly around the Steward's Quarters after gathering the last of his things. Only that which had been his alone. Anything formerly "ours" is just "hers" now. After a thought, checking the nursery for Niphredil
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Niphredil and I are heading back to Minas Tirith. Mom's still going to be around Elanor's place to help out where she can. I've got to get back, though. Niphy misses her mommy.
I think I've said bye to everyone in the Shire who's going to miss me. Except dad. Couldn't find him. Left a note with that girlfriend thing of his, though. :D
Then an angsty elf showed up and started whining about how he wanted to save Ruby. Uh, sorry guy. So like, Maeglin and Ruby and I are heading back to the shire now.
Hey mom? Um like um I know you're busy with the new baby and helping Elly and all but er... couldyoupossiblylookafterNiphredilforawhilesoIcangosaveRuby?
It is so nice to be in the shire, at Elanor's lovely place with many wonderful friends and family members, completely oblivious to all the silly politics going on back in the M.T. is it not?
Remember children:
Poly = many Tics = parasites
Is it not also nice that my hair is long again? I am quite pleased, yes I am.