By the gods and the hells~
This I [spot]
I cannot believe what has happened~ That.. That all that happened, I hath never felt such an elated sort of fire within, even after, as though it were kindled in her presence and fans with my thoughts. I would wish to detail everything but I don't think I can separate myself from this whirling mess I have caught myself in long enough to explain, to describe, to note down precisely just, and it's terrible~
But wonderful all the same.
Instead, my head swims with recent memory and possibility, though is trapped in the feeling of 'now', how such a thing can encompass the past, present, and future is- [spot] I've no words~ Well, no, I've many words. All words that make only jumbles of sense when placed together, because that is what I am now.
What a Mess we are~
I did warn you~
Oh, by the gods and the hells of all, what am I going to do with myself? I must do something with myself. [a few spots] Learning better wards for this tome would be one. Perhaps some modifications, I'll need more crystals [a few more spots]
But to explain. I should take this down, even if [blot] Well, I want to!
Nothing went as planned. Well, no that isn't so; getting to the beach went as planned. And seeing the sea! Hells, what an exquisite experience, letting the sea have my time. The waves were such a force, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I wonder if we could learn to swim, her and I~ You know, I never would have thought Avis didn't know how either, not until she told me, of course. She'd been in the ocean before, seems to enjoy it quite, yet she doesn't know either~ What an amusing irony.
But she found me there, and after hearing of my to-be experiments, she led me on~ Deeper out into the waves, it was- it was rather indescribable. Such a vastness, like wading into a breathing thing that stretches on beyond sight and sound both. A suggestion to emerse myself was given, and it was- [blot] the sounds beneath! She was surprised I could hear the creatures of the sea moving about, or, so I thought I could. We spoke of Many Things, small things, (of course she knew the sounds, of course she couldn't hear the fishes, but that she might join me anyway~) and she sung a song for me.
A small experiment. And I could hear them! I'll be thrice damned if I can wring them to mind now, my mind races so. But that she would sing~ Something changed her mind, and I was quite excited by it.
She wished to see the tome though, and thus, we made a return and- [blot] That was when I- we-[spot spot]
I was so pleased that I could trust her.
I told her then, when she asked. Much. And- well, it was frightening, but also felt- I wanted to. I'd never given the words I'd wrote in the letters yet, but even then, even there, I wished to tell her that [blot] should I be an Uncertain thing, a strange being speaking a language unknown, to merely ask me, and I will try to give her my words more clearly. I would try to let her know me as I could.
And without my telling, she asked. So of course, I wished to answer.
[a few spots]
She knows me more now. From what I came, though not where, exactly who, entirely why. She knows my name. I [blot]
My thoughts dance in ever changing spirals~
She took my hand once. And I took hers. She lent me her eyes for which to view the sky that I can never see as the sun took it forth.
And we left ourselves to rest among the sands~ Hells, there is so much to write, and yet I find my mind dancing so to allow none of it~ It was all ever as I never expected, and I am left, so pleased plans went awry that night~
Its own Gentle Chaos indeed~
This I [spot]
I cannot believe what has happened~ That.. That all that happened, I hath never felt such an elated sort of fire within, even after, as though it were kindled in her presence and fans with my thoughts. I would wish to detail everything but I don't think I can separate myself from this whirling mess I have caught myself in long enough to explain, to describe, to note down precisely just, and it's terrible~
But wonderful all the same.
Instead, my head swims with recent memory and possibility, though is trapped in the feeling of 'now', how such a thing can encompass the past, present, and future is- [spot] I've no words~ Well, no, I've many words. All words that make only jumbles of sense when placed together, because that is what I am now.
What a Mess we are~
I did warn you~
Oh, by the gods and the hells of all, what am I going to do with myself? I must do something with myself. [a few spots] Learning better wards for this tome would be one. Perhaps some modifications, I'll need more crystals [a few more spots]
But to explain. I should take this down, even if [blot] Well, I want to!
Nothing went as planned. Well, no that isn't so; getting to the beach went as planned. And seeing the sea! Hells, what an exquisite experience, letting the sea have my time. The waves were such a force, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I wonder if we could learn to swim, her and I~ You know, I never would have thought Avis didn't know how either, not until she told me, of course. She'd been in the ocean before, seems to enjoy it quite, yet she doesn't know either~ What an amusing irony.
But she found me there, and after hearing of my to-be experiments, she led me on~ Deeper out into the waves, it was- it was rather indescribable. Such a vastness, like wading into a breathing thing that stretches on beyond sight and sound both. A suggestion to emerse myself was given, and it was- [blot] the sounds beneath! She was surprised I could hear the creatures of the sea moving about, or, so I thought I could. We spoke of Many Things, small things, (of course she knew the sounds, of course she couldn't hear the fishes, but that she might join me anyway~) and she sung a song for me.
A small experiment. And I could hear them! I'll be thrice damned if I can wring them to mind now, my mind races so. But that she would sing~ Something changed her mind, and I was quite excited by it.
She wished to see the tome though, and thus, we made a return and- [blot] That was when I- we-[spot spot]
I was so pleased that I could trust her.
I told her then, when she asked. Much. And- well, it was frightening, but also felt- I wanted to. I'd never given the words I'd wrote in the letters yet, but even then, even there, I wished to tell her that [blot] should I be an Uncertain thing, a strange being speaking a language unknown, to merely ask me, and I will try to give her my words more clearly. I would try to let her know me as I could.
And without my telling, she asked. So of course, I wished to answer.
[a few spots]
She knows me more now. From what I came, though not where, exactly who, entirely why. She knows my name. I [blot]
My thoughts dance in ever changing spirals~
She took my hand once. And I took hers. She lent me her eyes for which to view the sky that I can never see as the sun took it forth.
And we left ourselves to rest among the sands~ Hells, there is so much to write, and yet I find my mind dancing so to allow none of it~ It was all ever as I never expected, and I am left, so pleased plans went awry that night~
Its own Gentle Chaos indeed~
