Found:
Everything here is so static. The houses stand tall and still. The trees may sway but they never fall. The flowers grow in the same places each spring. Even the people are unchanged; the same faces, the same stories, the same clothes and petty concerns.
It is stifling.
I needed a change.
In lieu of being able to ride up over the next horizon to marvel at the different landscape, I decided to change my own. My hair specifically. I like what I've done to it. It's... sassy!
My efforts were interrupted by the call of Steel, who had taken note of someone being sneaky outside the house. Said someone turned out to be Rowan, come to drop off a crate of supplies. Something about a debt he felt he needed to repay. It's stupid, of course, and utterly nonsensical. He owes me nothing and never did. Those weeks he spent at my hospitality last year were not meant as reimbursable hours, but instead as aid offered freely for a friend. That he felt it necessary to drop them off and leave without so much as a hello is odd, like a confused thief who leaves items instead of taking them. When challenged about this, he was rude of course. He usually is. And I had neither the mind or the patience for it.
Now, I wonder the purpose of it all. I have questions; of course I do. But should I bother to ask them? Should I take his recent actions at face value and just leave well enough alone? Or should I try to delve deeper and almost inevitably find myself annoyed, yet again, by his propensity for trying to take his crap out on me?
I know which is the sensible option.
Meanwhile, my thoughts turn to Dernwynn, who is doing better now. Ashbark, who remains delightfully rigid. Nicasia, who, perhaps, I can sway from his present course of almost certain self-destruction. And Gregwald, who is adorable but far too young.
I look to the future; the possibilities and unspoken promises.
I look to the mirror and I like what I see.
