Today I spent a real long time jus sittin around doin a bunch of nuthin. I was sittin in the Common room of the Duke's Bounty drinkin hot tea cuz fer some reesin I woked up with a chill inside a me. I just felt cold and shivery all day, like I had swallad ice and it filled me all up and froze my bones or sumthin. So, I spent mostah thah day tryin tah git warmed up agin.
Lotsah people came by thah common room, includin Priestiss Sky and mister Jirand. ..
There was also this noble woman who came by, but she was real...dunno, snooty and stiff, then all dafensive bout it like she wunt like that atall. She got real mad whin she asked me an I spoke the truth tah her, its like she was shocked by her own stiffniss an unwelcomin nature. She puffed herself up real big and tried tah look down on me, but I was taller then her and I think that made her even madder cuz she couldn' look down on me like she was wantin. She was rude and mean, not acceptin handshakes or sum of my tea, like I was dirty and not worth her time, cept tah dafend her "kindly nature" to.
Ah well, that's not here or there. I spent lotsah time talkin with Jirand and Sky. They are real nice to me an always are good to talk to. I found out that Jirand wanned to be a sailer before the darkness came. Now, he like tailerin better. That rhymes, I aint noticed bafer. I wonder if he knows that? Mebbe I'll tell him next time I see him. Me and him talked lots, he finished his poshins and he had two of each one he coud make, so, as a xperament we tried em tagether so he woudnt feel bad bout poisinin me if they was poisin. One of them made me feel all warm inside, like I couda walked fer twelve days! The other made me feel like I was fulled up of energy an stuff. I thot that he should sell them poshins to rich nobles as youth formlas, but he said he dint much care fer makin poshins, he prafered sewin.
I like Jirand. Hesa real nice man. He treats me nice an I think he jus wants to liive quiet like, like me. He woud make a good husbind I think, mebbe not fer me, but fer sumone. Evaryone 'round here seems to marry the persin they wanna insted of the persin arranged to them. Its strange to me.
Posted by Tzoli at October 8, 2004 02:25 PM