Sylira isn't how my mother said it would be, it's grand, yes, it has knights, yes, it's even safe. But, that pretty picture she painted across my mind so long ago doesn't exist. I can't remember her face anymore, it's strange how the mind works, almost as if it pushes out old memories to make room for the vivid new ones. I can't even say I miss her, so little is left of her.
I met a woman, she seems nice, yet nice always has it's reasons, she wants to help me, I'm not sure why. I'll guess I'll know soon enough. After all, time tells all.
It's hard to feel welcome here, I've met no other kelvics, and I fear walking down the street in my true form might draw attention I don't want, I need to find a job, I need to belong, I need alot of things. Need and want, such a fine line seperates the two. So many new things, so many forgotten things, such a blur. . . what I'd do for a nice bloody chunk of meat..
I met a woman, she seems nice, yet nice always has it's reasons, she wants to help me, I'm not sure why. I'll guess I'll know soon enough. After all, time tells all.
It's hard to feel welcome here, I've met no other kelvics, and I fear walking down the street in my true form might draw attention I don't want, I need to find a job, I need to belong, I need alot of things. Need and want, such a fine line seperates the two. So many new things, so many forgotten things, such a blur. . . what I'd do for a nice bloody chunk of meat..
