I've not had enough time, to sit with my thoughts. I've been kept awake, lately, with that acting troupe Nomads Miraculous living nearby. It isn't like living near a circus, it is living near a circus. Amoryl has moved in with me here lately, we live together in a little house in the stone quarter.
Before all these robberies occurred, I was rather comfortable living here. I'm honestly glad that Amoryl is living with me, I wasn't getting any sleep by myself. Having the bandits dubbed, the "Stone Quarter Bandits", really doesn't ease my nerves. I can only fathom how many times I've just narrowly missed, becoming one of their various victims. How close I've come to being stabbed, and left in an alley somewhere with no coins, or shoes. Then I wonder, who would be the first to come look for me, if I went missing?
It took dad months to put out posters for Wenford, my brother, when he went missing. I don't think Tholorast even realizes exactly how much money he offered - the only people with five hundred or more gold, are people that aren't from Bree.. It makes me wonder just how much gold is worth in the far south, since they all seem to have so much of it. I'm getting off topic - No, I don't think dad would be the first to look for me.
My mother is hardly even around as it is, she spends almost the whole of her time at home. We don't talk as much as I like, or as much as I used to. I doubt she'd come for me either.
I have various acquaintances in Bree, but not all that many close friends.. Except Amoryl. I mention her a lot.. I think of her a lot.
Last night I told her all about my first, longest, and worst relationship, all these being the same one - I told her all about Samuel, "Keenan", whatever-the-hell he's calling himself now. He's the reason for a lot of the things wrong with me, you know. I can't go anywhere without a set of gloves covering my forearms, and I prefer to have a scarf covering my neck.. I don't like things touching either area, beyond what rests to protect them from the nothing that I expect to happen to them.
I'm really bad at maintaining a steady thought. I feel like I just keep going back and forth between one thought, another, and another.
I hate Keenan.
I love Like Amoryl. I feel like she'd be the one to come after me if I went missing, or something like that. If I were stabbed in the back and left for dead, she'd happen across me by some miracle, and save me from dying. Then she'd probably go after the bandits who were responsible, to, and she'd find them.
She did act odd when I mentioned Keenan, who I still hate mind you. She became really flustered, mumbled out her words, avoided eye contact.. I really hope I didn't make her uncomfortable around me.. But given some of the things she's told me?.. I won't think about that right now, but still.. Her past is a lot worse than mine.
I think we should start our own band. By that I mean, name the pair of us something, so that people think we're in part of a group, and don't invite us to be part of other similar groups.
You know what I find odd? When I find posts around town, advertising some kind of criminal organization, or something.. The watch just pulls them down anyway, what's the point of posting them?
Wow, I really went off topic. I don't even know what the topic was..
- Amoryl would find me if I went missing
- Tholorast would eventually notify people, that I was missing.
- My ex boyfriend is a jackass.
- I can't maintain a steady series of thoughts.
- I don't want to be robbed.
I really like herI really want pancakes, right now.- I got a new harp.
No, wait, I didn't mention the harp. A dwarf broke mine, and some guy I can't remember gave me the coin for a new one. I think he was a watchman, but I'm not sure. Either way, my new harp is lovely! It's a lot better looking and a lot more fun to play on than my old one, to. I think I made Grogol feel bad for me, when he broke it.. I did leave crying and then sulk for a few days, but he shouldn't have knocked me over and broken it! Good. He deserves to suffer. No, he just, should be more careful.
I tried that, special, pipe-stuff, by accident. I don't actually remember what I said, just something about a moth. That I was a moth; no, a silkworm. And I was going to break out of my shell and become a beautiful moth. I think that comment was completely and utterly random, but it's the only one I remember! I woke up on the floor, right beside my bed. I think she tucked me in.
She's really sweet to me.
