As of lately, things have seemed less where I wished them more. Mountains have seemed lower. Rivers dryer. Woods emptier and shadows taller. Friends have seemed farther and I more as a stranger. Days have grown long and arduous, my escapades have worn thin and the soles of my feet have come to itch with wanderlust.
I have been here some time now. Not long, but intensely. As swiftly as I came I must leave, no, I shall say, must arrive. Arrive where faces are unknown and where the land still whispers to me, its hushed, inviting speech of undiscovered knowledge. Perhaps you will understand, perhaps you will not. Know that I intend to come back, even if I do not yet know when, and I mean to come back as an ally.
Farewells are not my forte, but regardless, this is mine. I gained many feral friends here and I wish you to look out for them, as I am sure you will, out of grandness of your hearts. As you did with me not too long ago.
May fortune be with you and let hope live in your hearts.
Miryalin
Sun Jan 25, 2009 6:50 am