July 22, 2011 - 4:06am — Celtis
Celtis returns to the forest.
There are few in it now that he knows. So many new name-shapes. So few old friends. His pelt is bare, his face unmasked.
Please don't take offense to this old dusty deer. He may 'talk' in an old-fashioned way, and seem to stop and stare at all the new little groups of friends; he may brave tossing a few spells onto you, or do the opposite, turn tail and run.
He never was a very brave deer. Now he's shy and old.
((The last time I was in the forest had to have been at least a year ago, if not more. Probably more. Maybe two years? Funny how so much and so little has changed...I think I saw one person I remembered from Ye Olden Days...I look forward to meeting many more of you.))
Upon further investigation it
I'm not sure I remember you,
Anyway, welcome back.