"We could just shear it all off and have someone knit you a sweater," Naeth suggested idly as, for the third time, he tugged the wide-toothed comb free of Bere’s mane. "There would probably be enough to make one for Summer, too — you know, like the humans put on their pets?"
The druid grumbled. “Don’t tempt me.” They’d both given up on having him sit still, and now he lay face down on the grass while Naeth struggled to undo the knots that had somehow worked their way into his hair. “Just keep going.”
Good reading. Now I’m imagining an unwary Summer getting tangled up in Bere’s hair, never to be seen again.
Gonna draw pokemon in panties.
like or comment or reblog this—i don’t care which, just as long as you participate.
the reason will be announced a week from now. IT IS A SURPRISE OOOH
(im doing an experiment in case its not obvious.)
*if you are already a follower as of this post being posted, 7:45 am 02/28, since this is about those already following me
[A thick piece of parchment, folded twice and tucked into the back pages of her tome.]
Something has changed, and I think it’s for the better.
Maybe I’m deluding myself and it will all go back to the same as before once he’s fully recovered, but I’d like to believe that he at least trusts me more now. I’d like to believe that I’m important to him — and he did recognize me, even when he couldn’t remember how to return to his true form. That’s proof of something, isn’t it?
I was so afraid, and I don’t want to tell him. How many did I see lose themselves to the wild? More than I care to remember, and yet if I try all of their names come back so easily. I didn’t want that for him — no, he might have been content with it, but I couldn’t bear to lose another friend. Especially not him. I can allow myself this selfishness, I think.
It was a great relief to see him as himself again. Had I been any later [several lines have been crossed out]
I would have stayed anyway, I think. Even if he’d lost himself already. How could I not, when he seemed convinced I would hate him for it? I couldn’t have left without it eating me from the inside out, and I wouldn’t have had the strength to finish him. I’ve always been one to hold onto the smallest scraps of hope, after all. I can’t let go.
Perhaps I would have followed him.
I’m glad it didn’t come to that, of course, but it’s oddly comforting to think of. Less negative than some thoughts I’ve had, so perhaps Howsa was right: taking action, making plans, it will help. I hope so.
For now, I am in need of more sleep. I’ll need to hunt in the morning — my job now, since I’m discouraging his use of cat form. To lose him again so soon after
I don’t even want to think of it.
This is your daily reminder that Azeroth is not medieval earth and the Light is not Christianity.
Honestly, I don’t know why people expected Leonardo DiCaprio to win an Oscar last night - wasn’t he nominated for his role in The Wolf of Wall Street?
The man’s a damn good actor, don’ get me wrong, but the movie was basically a multi-million dollar handjob to the entire investment banking industry.