Death Does Not Become Me....

Sometimes I have so much going on in my head, I don't know where to start. I'm supposed to write in one of these things to help sort through the garblemess of my brain, but I don't think it's helping much. Everyone and everything changes. Constantly. You have to hang on for the ride, and accept it when it's your turn. My world flippy-flopped in a time and place called Sea-at-tel. I've met a new partner in crime, as well, and even though his face is familiar, it could never match to my spikey-haired lover. And it feels good to have a Lime-eyed Fan Club. The trip was ... a hurdle to say the least. I can barely describe half of what I saw, and can't fathom how people live in a day and age like that. Magic... oh magic, how they do without! I wish not to live to that time and place where I can't use the power given to me at birth. My chronicles of Sea-at-tel will be posted within the next few publications of the Times if you care to know of a w

Before I leave for Sea-at-tel, here's a story to hold you over. It's a mooshy story, the kind that girls like me fall for. The Dog and the Maiden There was once a poor gypsy with a very beautiful daughter, whom he guarded like the apple of his eye, for he wanted to marry her to a chieftain. So he always kept her in the tent when the lads and lasses sat an evening by the fire and told stories, or beguiled the time with play and dance. Only a dog was the constant companion of this poor maiden. No one knew whom the dog belonged to, or where he came from. He had joined the band once, and thenceforth continued the trusty companion of the poor beautiful maiden. It befell once that her father must go to a far city, to sell there his besoms, baskets, spoons, and troughs. He left his daughter with the other women in the tents on the heath, and set out with the men for the city. This troubled the poor girl greatly, for no one would speak to her, as all the women envied her for her beaut

I had a perfectly legit reason as to why I took that dose. It wasn't like the first time. The first time, the goop was spread on the inner-lining of a cigarette, looking innocent as could be. It made me groggy, and my vision turned into a foggy haze. I didn't like it, and soon succumbed to sleep so as not to feel its affects while awake. I hadn't touched it since... well, technically, hadn't used it since. I'd handled it plenty lifting it out of the warehouse when he wasn't looking. Last night, I was denied a bedtime story, which in turn upset me. Ok, not really upset, but I was disappointed. I wanted to hear the further adventures of flamethrower-ninja-pirate-gypsy-girl and her sidekick, spikey-haired eyeliner boy. So I took the vial that I had found laying around carelessly in the warehouse. He smiled then, but immediately coaxed me into going back to the Rhyme. Apparently I wasn't allowed to have my fun in public! I remember fighting off his

The most unexpected person from my past has re-introduced herself to my life. My big sister, Kizzie. She didn't appear for a social call, either, and I find myself entrapped in a situation that there's no escape from until it is finished. My caravan is in danger. And it also appears that Kizzie and I are the only ones that can save it. I miss my family, and I like the distance because I like the freedom, but I still love them and want them to be well. Maybe I shouldn't have left... If I hadn't left when I did, perhaps I could have saved them; but then again, I could be vacant-eyed and lifeless like them as well. *sigh* So, big sister and I are on a big mission, searching for big things, to eliminate this big curse. Magic can't save us now.... And if another vampire or witch-wannabe interferes with me or my zipperpants man, I'm perfectly able and willing to pull out my book of curses. Enough is enough.

No one has ever said I was nice before, but lately, I think I've fit the bill. I've recently met two newguys, Peilen and Genko. Peilen is a very straight-and-narrow type of guy, and always wants to jump into the action. Genko is... well, spacey. Maybe he's had too many magic mushrooms, but that's ok, he still hasn't lost his sense of smell yet. So, I've dragged them around, showing them all the hotspots, introducing them to the locals, and ( my favorite part ) showing them where to take baths. They were both so grimey! They despararetely needed some washing, and I wasn't afraid to tell them so. So showing them around is my good deed ( for the year ) and no one else should expect anything else, ok? Ok. And speaking of baths, that's where I've spent most of my time. It's just easier to ignore the Hell being raised all around us when you're locked up in the Rhyme in a hot steamy bath. Sure, those blood-thirsty nocturnals cat-call at me f

He made me wash my skin til it was red, and my face stung with extra sensitivity. He lifted my chin, poised himself, then swiftly pierced the needle in my face. I believe I saw him shiver with pleasure as he was doing this, but I'm not quite sure, since I was crossing my eyes trying to see what he was doing to my nose. The pain was brief, not really pain at all, but a slight .... tearing. I could hear it in my inner ear as the needle penetrated the skin of my nose. I tried not to touch it. I really did. But it bled, and I instinctively rubbed it. Then he walked me around town with the freshly smeared blood on my face, and an amber-beaded nosering in place. I think he drew satisfaction from that. What next to stab?

I wasn't afraid to kill myself. Not in the least. It would have been easy to just slip into the bathtub at the cottage, and not come back up for air. Or just bleed into my freshly growing flowers that are starting to grow back in the garden. Ironic no? Taking life on fresh life. It was easy to envision. Some wandering soldier (since there's so many that like to trifle through my things) would come into my home, find my corpse, and raise the alarm. Oh no, another gypsy dead. Not like there aren't handfuls of them around Romania. And they'd take my body to the waste and dump it with all the other unidentified bodies. Some sentimental fool would come to my house and out of respect, burn my house to the ground. I would have liked that. Hey, I'm still thinking of just burning down my house for sport. It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. The letter wasn't a cry for help, it was a declaration of what I was to do. I was ready. Completely. But m

Someone has been in my house. They've gone through my things, and littered old things that I wished not to see again throughout the property. They even had the audacity to lock the door behind them. So I've been playing darts with some old pictures. It makes me feel better. I'm going to go take a bath in MY tub, to get some of this honey out of my hair. It's been there a few days, but hey, who am I trying to impress?

I've come to realize that I've been used. You doesn't really care for me as you claim. Hell, you never claimed. You only griped and complained about my actions. So goodbye, Zillahface. Relationships are not important to you, and you aren't afraid to express that. That's ok... for you. That's not ok for me. You've disappeared for long periods of time, only to be condescending and threatening to me when you come back. I'm not an expert at relationships, but my ideal man would miss me, and show it. I've been nothing but accepting to your ways, and might I add they are not the norm. You said I'd be back. No, you'll be back. Lime.

It's no fun causing trouble by yourself. So to alieve some time and sanity, I find myself wandering places we used to go. Today I found myself in London. It felt good to spraypaint his walls. I wonder if he'll ever see it? I consider my work a true masterpiece. The carnival called out to me. I could smell the lemonade for some odd reason. Stepping onto the grounds, I felt a sudden uncomfortableness. I've never liked the carnival. It makes me feel antsy, as if everyone there is trying too hard. Forced smiles upon cracked faces. So I wandered, avoided the lionesses, because they looked hungry, watched some boxing match, pointed and laughed at a guy pretending to be a mime. Man, those guys are dumb. If Zillahface were here, he'd point and laugh with me. Then I found myself at a dead-end with this Madame Zeena character. She was older, with pretty eyes and long hair down to her waist. Just cause you've got long hair doesn't make your a decent fortune-t

Eagles fly alone, but sheep flock together. People are funny. Awhile ago, I was approached by a lady named Plagasgraw. She informed me that she was the Grand Mistressorother of a sisterhood called the Coven. Isn't that nice? , I thought, Some person of status actually talking to me. She wanted to explain to me what The Coven was, a group of women that worship the Goddess. I still don't know what Goddess this is. I don't understand people when they're vague, Zillahface can vouch for that. I'm not smart in the whole pagan thing, but isn't a coven a group of witches? , I asked, and she replied, Oh no no no, you just have to be a woman to be in this club! And she sadly admitted that her circle of sisters was dwindling in numbers, and my enrollment would help liven the place up. This gave me alot to think about, so I asked for some time to twirl it over in my brain. Days went by, and it consumed me. It's a moral dilemma, you see, for a gypsy to go and

This is one of my favorite stories that my uncle told around the fire. The Creation of the Violin In a hut on a mountain, in a fair forest, lived a girl with her four brothers, her father, and her mother. The sister loved a handsome rich huntsman, who often ranged the forest, but who would never speak to the pretty girl. Mara wept day and night, because the handsome man never came near her. She often spoke to him, but he never answered, and went on his way. She sang the song: 'Dear man from a far country, Slip your hand into mine; Clasp me, an you will, in your arms; Lovingly will I kiss you.' She sang it often and often, but he paid no heed. Knowing now no other succour, she called the devil. 'O devil, help me.' The devil came, holding a mirror in his hand, and asked what she wanted. Mara told him her story and bemoaned to him her sorrow. 'If that's all,' said the devil, 'I can help you. I'll give you this. Show it to your beloved, and you'll

Here's a few answers to questions that everyone is just dying to know! Q: Why is your name Lime? A: Gypsies are given two names when they are born. Lime is the only one I can tell you. My mother says she named me Lime for two reasons. One, because she craved the fruit while pregnant with me, and two, that I came out of the womb with the sourest expression on my face. Q: How many siblings do you have? A: Believe it or not, I have twelve! Seven brothers, Guaril, Marko, Nicolae, Stefan, Luca, Andrzej, and Yoska. Five sisters, Kizzy, Jael, Mirela, Tsura, and Lyubitshka. I'm the sixth born from my mother. Q: How long did you live with gypsies? A: I was born and raised a gypsy and left the caravan when I was twelve. Q: What's your favorite color? A: It's not green! I like shades of blue. And orange. And purple. And red. Mix 'em all together, I like them all! Q: So do you really know gypsy magic? A: Some! I carry only a little of the Sight with me. I've never

While waiting for my fire poi to come in, I continued practicing with my homemade set. Man, am I dumb sometimes... I really shouldn't have done this, knowing what I know now. I've never been blessed with an intuitive Sight, you know. I'm past the super basics. I can swing the poi around in meticulous circles; I can have them do loopty-loops and spirals. Easy. But then I tried rolling them over my head like a lasso. Someone taught me that, I thought it would look cool. I'm getting tingles just thinking about it... One of the pois didn't go where it was supposed to. Meaning, it kind of slapped up against the wall of my house, lingered there for a minute, dropped into a bunch of tansy I had growing, engulfed in flame within seconds, and spread like wildfire. I ran to my well, pulled up a large load of water, and splashed til I fell to the ground. It's funny how your body adapts to heat and fire. It adjusts, it tolerates, it can take more than others who

Spraypaints can only hold one over for so long. Before I knew it, I had splashes of paint all over my clothes, my face, and on the tips of my fingers. Yusuf charged me double to scrub it all off, and I'm sure he missed some spots, but I don't really care. It was a mild distraction while... The weekend came and went. I waited around, rebraided my hair over and over, paced around the usual spots I go to. Before I knew it, I'd had an incalculable amount of coffee to keep me awake and alert. I was ready for Sea-at-tel! But the coffee wasn't making me feel like myself. I had the jitters pretty bad, messed up my hair quite a bit without realizing, and I passed out at some Inn I forgot the name of already. I haven't been home til this morning.. and it was over-run with dogs and gypsies going through my things. I don't really care though, they can have it. He wasn't even excited to see me. It had been days! and he comes back, chats away with his friends,

So I have to admit... I got more spraypaints. I couldn't go without them. Screw that whole "growing up thing." So I went to a few places, tagged them with nice green paint, and hopefully people will remember what lovely artwork I do. -=laugh=- Yeah, right. This weekend is the big trip! I hope we don't get stuck there. Maybe it won't be so bad, though. The future seems to have some really neat things, lots of things that are shiney and glow in the dark. Hopefully there's time for shopping. I bet I could make a killing selling stuff from the future! Now if people would only believe the stuff came from the future. I wonder if cookies taste better from the future... Oh, anyways. Miss Orchid and Anadreva have been gone a few days now. It's not the same without their snarkiness around. But I did get a postcard, and they said they got me PRESENTS!!! They better come back with Orchid's Fateyfates, or I think we'll all be extremely confused.

There's this drug on the market that is completely legal and I find myself drawn to it whenever I'm not distracted. It's called cafe au lait. I don't know how you pronounce it, because I don't speak Latin or French or whatever, but when I drink it, it gives me this warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach. Actually, I think it's coffee, but with a prettier name. Today was one of those days that I drank cup after cup, and I lost count. Before I knew it, I had passed out on Zillahface's shoulder. I thought coffee was one of those drinks that woke you up, made you more aware and stuff, but not so for me! Zillah woke me up, and explained to me that I'm probably one of those people that is affected by coffee in a different way. That super hyper people sometimes just fall asleep while under the influence of it. Strange, isn't it? I recently tried something new as well. Since I've been hanging out with Zillahface on a regular basis, I've started s

So I know everyone has been hanging on the edge of their seats wanting to know every little detail that goes on in my little nomadic life. Calm down, calm down. Instead of giving you juicy gossip to hold you over til my next fruitful update, I'll just say that things are going really well. Maybe really well. Maybe sometimes I get really excited and have to calm myself down so I look and act like a normal human being. Ok, I'm over it. Some people don't like feet in their face. It's kind of funny really. I'm surprised I haven't gotten my toes bitten off, but maybe I'm just lucky. Me and Zillah were sitting in his bathtub, you know, the one that I want for myself, and I kept wiggling my toes in his face. He didn't like that much. I've learned that in the world of Sea-at-tel, there is no magic. How can people exist without magic?? I rely on my magic so much to get me through my days. It feeds me, it keeps me warm, it protects me from fire, it

My first relationship was never like this. I was sixteen, barely old enough to know what emotion was. He was in his thirties... and married. But he was a knight, and I had that naive soft spot for men dressed in shiney clothes. His wife, which I'm sure was a very nice lady, was never around, and we found ourselves sneaking off and hiding so as no one (and when I say no one, I mean his friends and brother knights) could stumble upon us. We would talk for hours, about everything you've ever wanted to talk about with someone. But we never kissed. Yes, we liked each other very much, but he was dedicated to his lost wife, so we shared nothing more than held hands. Sir Geber was an honorable man, and I hope not to shame him with this story. Our meetings ended suddenly and without any warning, but I still look back on them with a smile. Even if it wasn't a full-fledged relationship; even if there was no physical contact, I wantedthat same dedication that Sir Geber felt fo

Life is so much different when you do adult things. I find that I do things differently. I watch where I walk, I don't go over the top and pounce on people, I even pay attention to my bank account in ways I never thought. Being responsible and thoughtful is a strange thing for me. I've thrown away all my cans of spraypaint, probably to the appreciation of those that I vandalized (some on a regular basis.) I've donated the clothing I gathered for the trip to Sea-at-tel since I won't be needing them anymore. And I've decided to work in my fire-dancing on a more diligent schedule. Adults are supposed to have plans, right? Well, as an adult-in-training, I'm going to do what I was born to do, and that is dance. My job is to entertain, and I think that firedancing will be a new exciting way to amuse others. I may even make a few coins from my performances when I'm certain I won't singe myself anymore than I have already. Fire dancing is an art, one t

I had another friend that I trapped in my cottage. An older gypsy woman by the name of Sway. She liked to sway around, so I guess that's how she got her name. And don't ask me about my obsession in trapping people in my house. It's not that I trap them, I just kind of lock the door so they can't get out. Anyways, me and Sway got along real great. She'd be there hanging out in my garden practicing little jigs, and here I'd come and jump in on the dancing. I'm hoping that someday I can use the little hip tricks she taught me to seduce some boys. I must admit that she did distract me from my fire-dancing practice. She had no interest in such things, she said. She felt that it would singe her hairdo, and some gypsies won't ever risk that. But then the ... i want to say inevidable... happened. She was slaughtered. In front of my eyes. The murderer callous and irrational. Of course, he didn't care. Apparently I'm not allowed to have friends, no matter

A naked man hugged me today. That is all I have to say about that.

There's nothing like lounging in someone else's bathtub. You can learn alot about someone just by the kind of washing area they have. Do they use a good kind of soap? Is it in a secluded place or out in the open where everyone can see? Are they hairy? Do they leave puddles on the floor? My friend Zillah has a bathtub next to a wall in his warehouse. Today he had me wait around for him while he was doing business in his office. So I sat around in his bathtub. And right there, next to his lovely cast iron tub was a bottle of Jagermeister, which is some liquor that I took a few sippysippys from. Maybe he won't notice? But it was nice to be in a tub. Contrary to what people think, not all gypsies are dirtystinky. I give Yusuf alot of business, too! Maybe I should build a tub in my own home, but I'm hardly ever there. Whyever did I purchase a home if I'm never there? I guess to hold all this crap I've accumulated! Today I also went with a small group o

My friends got me a present. A tattoo! It's right on my lower back, and his little parrot head peeks out. It's fabulous! Thank you everyone.

News as of late: The gypsy woman I had trapped in my home disappeared. I think she escaped. Ah well, I guess I'll find a replacement friend. Miss Nadia was really drunk the other day. It was kind of funny. I wonder if I acted like that when I was that drunk? But she deserved to get sloshed, because she finally had her baby!! And I got to meet the baby!! Babybaby! She's so precious. I can't wait for her to grow up big so we can cause some trouble together. Zillah got me a present! Can you imagine? He's becoming a softie but he still refuses it with his stoney face. I tell him I'm not falling for the stoneyface act, but he doesn't believe me. Ah well. One of these days he'll admit he's my friend. I'm still mad at him for giving his blood away. Of all people, I figured he would know better! But he's got this crazy plan to become stronger blah blah blah. Does he really need that? I suppose he is going for the challenge, but I could s

In my new home, I've trapped a gypsy woman. She seems not to mind. She's the type of gypsy that walks around town, "accidentally" bumping into people, and at the same time steals their coinpurse. There isn't anything to steal in my threadbare cottage, so I've trapped her there. Earlier today she was rocking in my chair... even though it's not a rocking chair. Then, later, in my garden, she was pulling leaves off the bay tree. I guess she just needed attention, because when I started talking to her, she just wanted to talk about makeup and fashion, things I have no idea about. I quickly bored of her conversation and went for a stroll in the abbey instead. So I've had lots of time to think. I'm not sure if thinking is such a good idea but something drastic is going to happen. Yes, yes, I know that's vague, but I can be mysterious if I want to be. My only friend screwed up! Yes you did! I know you're reading this and glaring at me me

...because today was more than I could handle. Everyone is lost in their own little worlds. God forbid a gypsy come around and actually have words fall out of her face that make sense. Oh yeah, I forgot, gypsies aren't supposed to have opinions of substance. I'm going to lock myself into my new cottage and not come out. I am invisible. A not-so-vibrant invisible gypsy girl.

I can see now that I've changed. I was so naive to think that any "knight in shining armor" would look at me and find me to be pleasurable company. Who was I kidding?? I mean, c'mon, I'm a wandering nomad, someone without a definite home, someone who relies on her instincts and her talents just to survive. I think all the stories that my uncle told me made me embellish my opinion of them. It was easy to mold them into my ideal. But what is an ideal anyways? They can change, I know that now. Any attempt I've made to get to know any kind of "hero/knight" (ones in clans and ones not in clans) has been a joke. None take me seriously, and most are more concerned with those that are on the same level on the heirarchy chart. Just because I hate wearing shoes and I wiggle around alot doesn't mean I'm not the same as anyone else. -=sigh=- On a lighter note, I'm considering learning how to fire dance... we'll see if I don't burn

So there's all this stuff happening, bad vibes, people getting angry, throwing stuff around, blah blah blah. And you know what? I'm not involved! It wasn't me! And I'm staying out of it! I can barely handle myself, let alone other people's issues. I like the people that are involved in the drama, I just can't let myself step into it. So I wish them well. Yes, you know who I'm talking about! And there was no one around today to play with me. I guess they were all distracted. So I kicked a few people I thought deserved it, pocketed their money, and ran off to sit in the Falcon Inn. I hope Zillah doesn't get mad about the pamphlets I left in his office.... I thought them kind of funny and the kind of sarcastic humor he would get. Some of my friends haven't shown up in awhile. I wonder where they've gone to? And I need some opinions on the houses I've narrowed my choices down to! It's just so horrid sleeping in a different bed every

So after my fieldtrip a few days ago with friends looking for good real estate, I looked around a bit, reconsidered places I've been and narrowed it down to a few possibilities. There's some great apartments in Alhambra, but they have marble floors, and I know my feet will get cold superfast. But they have balconies that overlook ornate plazas. If I choose wisely, I could get an apartment that is away from the slummy area. Romania has some cutesy cottages, too. I like the location, and I like the fact that there's other gypsies around, but maybe I don't want them seeing me coming in and out of the same place all the time. They might catch on... And Tara has these awesome looking treehouses! They are alot smaller than the other places I'm interested in, and more expensive, so I'll really have to think hard about my decision. I don't need a huge place, just somewhere comfortable to lay my head, and somewhere to drop off all these easter eggs I've b

So yesterday I was roaming around, paying my friend the pardoner a visit. Boy, is that guy evil. He sure puts up a front! Atone for your sins, he says! But he's got a plateful himself. So I kicked him in his fanny and took all his money. Muhaha!! Orchid wanted me to drop by, so I checked out her shop in London. It's definitely colorful, the kind of colorful I like as a gypsy! Mister Letheguy and Anadreva were hanging out, playing the guitar, and chatting about "unmentionables." Some people really have weird obsessions, I tell you. They all tried to explain to me what "snarky" is, but I think I'm still confused. Maybe I'll have them explain it to me again. And Orchid read my cards again. I asked about the whole buying a house thing. I really was hesitant to invest in a solid physical address, but I feel better now that the spirit world has accepted it. I drew the Adaptation card, and it was clear sailing! Mrs. Nadia showed up and the whol

I'm trying to prevent myself from getting my hopes up in any situation. Today for example, I hear wind of a group of people wanting to join up and beat up some bad guys. And of course, I'm in. I love getting rid of bad guys. After much waiting around, and people being flakey (not the cornflake kind) me and a friend named Krista gave up. Krista is a big hunter type, and she doesn't like to be much in the spotlight, so I'll shush about her. We tried our best though to get the action going, but maybe another time. This gave me time to ponder (I like using that word) where I'm going with myself. So I hung out with my hermit friend near France. He doesn't like many people, but he doesn't mind if I hang out in his garden. He wasn't much help with my mind-doodles, though. For one, my bank account is steadily getting larger. Richard the Innkeeper is stealing some, I think, though, but I'm too hesitant to approach him about it. Ah well. But now t

I kind of drank a bit the other day. I remember a few things, but most of it is fuzzy. It's taken me 2 days to recover. I never realized a jug of wine could have the kind of effect. I hope I haven't embarrassed myself.

It must have been about 8 summers ago when I was last with the caravan. They were my family. We travelled all along Europe, seeing the sites, meeting people, living off the land. I couldn't imagine any other kind of lifestyle. I was surrounded by my family, and my extended family, and everyday we travelled, not knowing where until we were there. During the day, we'd find villages and fellow travellers and attempt to make some coin with our talents. We practiced tarot readings, sight into the crystal ball, and other fortune telling techniques. I learned the Sight very slowly, even though I found it interesting. To this day, I'm always reluctant to pull out my crystal ball. Some of the gypsy men were great at pickpocketing, and we would cheer them for bringing bread to our tables. Being a gypsy is about bringing out the gullibility of people and taking advantage of that. Don't tell anyone I said that, of course. The nights were the best times, because I would

I have absolutely nothing of interest to post! So you can stop reading now. ok, how about now? you're still reading! Busted! I haven't had much opportunity to adventure and play with my new friends. And yes, I miss them bunches. I've been attempting looking into my family history, but it's been quite difficult since they live the nomadic lifestyle, and I don't know much about them since I left the caravan. But that's a story for another time.

I walked upon a fascinating sight today, that of Orchid and Nadia engrossed in a Tarot reading. I'd never seen another of the Divine not from my caravan practice before. It truly was a sight to see, especially with the colorful booth set up. Mistress Nadia had chosen the Hermit card, and hopefully it enlightened her to her own situation. Miss Orchid insisted that she read my cards next, even though I was a bit hesitant at first. But it is always interesting to see how others interpret your life and your actions. I tried to be as generic with my question as possible, and it turns out I picked the Hermit card, too! Perhaps Mistress Nadia and I are on the same brainwaves. Heheh. Miss Orchid proceeded to tell me her interpretation of the card in relation to my question, and I believe her to be true. It's all about distance, no? Literally, we travel distances everyday, no matter how we get from Point A to Point B. (I prefer flying on my magic wings, actually) Hypothetical

I have this great friend named Nepon. He's not your normal kind of guy. Yeah, he's way older than I am, but he's "cool older." When I first met him, I was kind of intimidated, but I soon realized he's a big fuzzballhead! (That's a good thing) He says he plays this game called "football" whatever that is. Apparently it's an aggressive game where you run around alot and run out of breath. He's a big guy! Really tall and he wears this funny hat on his head. And he's always talking about this thing called a "Superbowl." I guess that means it's a big bowl that holds lots of soup. -=shrug=- But he's a great guy! One of my true friends around here. Unfortunately he's not a knight of any kind. -=make face=- Then there's this "kid" named Zillah. He is so mean! He's a walking contradiction! And he's frustrating! Sure, he eats people, and he's got the sense of humor of a "fo

The other day I was hanging out in the Stag. It was full of people that recognized me! I didn't realize my name had travelled so far. But anyways, after the common civilties were passed, an extremely handsome surgeonguy kissed my hand. YES!! He kissykissy my hand!! I was completely surprised, but I tried not to show it. So I put on my cute face, slid a bit closer to him, and tried to engage him in conversation. I ended up asking him questions I knew were trivial (and I presume he thought the same) but it was an opportunity to smell him. How dreamy!! And he gave me a lovely red rose. A woman by the name of Ms. Nadia mentioned something about this handsome surgeonguy intending to meet me, but cute surgeonguy quickly hushed her. I wonder what this was about? I also got pretty tipsy off some wine with a person from the Stars! Who would have guessed someone could have made it this far...

I was all over today! I hitched up my skirts and joined a group of folks who were adventuring to this tower where a bunch of assassins hang out. I don't think they were the ninja type of assassins, though. They were pretty mad at us for trespassing, and I don't blame them, but we had a mission! A mission to get to the Grand Master Assassin! And we showed him who's boss! We also found these ... what were they? I want to say pirates, but they had no flesh! So we beat those bad guys up, too. It was a fun group to hang out with. I felt all important making sure everyone was prepared with the strength and armor they would need to survive. I like being relied upon. Makes me feel useful that my magic can do amazing life-changing things. People still think I'm a fruit. I am not a fruit! I'm a gypsy!

Today was a hectic day. I was reminded of my beginnings, being alone and in the dark. I awoke to mind myself in a strange land. Apparently I had fallen asleep while adventuring with friends! I hope I don't do that again. But anyways, this place, Shadowlands, was pretty scary, especially since I was by myself and it was pretty dark. But I was rescued, and all is well now! And I'm more learned from this experience. Now I'm off to find some friends. It's difficult in a world so big, and most people don't take me seriously. But I'll show them! I'm an amazing gypsy! I can foretell, I can sing, I can play any instrument, AND I can dance like there's no tomorrow! Until next time....