[Good day, Luceti.
Today, there is a man striding boldly into the village wearing nothing but the (previously) white New Feather pants. They are more muddy than anything else now, especially in the back and on the knees. He is also carrying a tree branch as though it was a weapon of great power, and has his journal tucked under one arm. Some of you might even recognize him.
He doesn't appear to be going anywhere in particular. Just looking around, somewhat consternated.
Also, it is cold. And raining. This is not ideal.]
... This is not Fayel.
Today, there is a man striding boldly into the village wearing nothing but the (previously) white New Feather pants. They are more muddy than anything else now, especially in the back and on the knees. He is also carrying a tree branch as though it was a weapon of great power, and has his journal tucked under one arm. Some of you might even recognize him.
He doesn't appear to be going anywhere in particular. Just looking around, somewhat consternated.
Also, it is cold. And raining. This is not ideal.]
... This is not Fayel.
Not Fayel
getting a bit concerned
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[He pauses, and then:] Your mother, Svala, is here. She arrived mere days before you. We... knew each other from her past visit to this world. [He's as stoic as ever, even though he feels so awkward talking to Sigmund about stuff like this. Man. How is he supposed to tell him that he and Svala are in a relationship?]
[People don't just walk up and offer helpful advice for no reason. Well. Sigmund doesn't, that would be alarmingly sociable. Naturally, everyone else is the same.]
Edited 2010-03-14 05:34 am (UTC)