The Priest
It has been a while. Long ago, I knew all of your faces. Some were my enemies, others my closest friends.
Now I know so very few.
Where has the time gone?
I sense much darkness within this forest now. I fear the implications of such an occurrence...I fear a recurrence of that Time.
I fear that I have become useless to combat this darkness...
If it is even wished by the Gods. How am I to know?
Yet other presences are mysteriously lacking. Where are the ones I considered enemies once? Many seem to have fled.
For this, I am glad. Good riddance to the darkness.
Others, however, still remain. I have seen you, doe. I know you still remain.
I spoke with Brother Matthias today--or rather, where he lays now. His headstone gives me some comfort, even if...
I spoke to him of the forest. I spoke to him of my attempts to find the Gods again. He was silent, of course, and I gained no answers.
I went to the Gods then, yet they remained silent. Statues, nothing more.
Are they fading away from us?
The fawn that lay next to me, though, gave me some warmth. It has been awhile since I have sat so close to another.
If only I could have known your name, little one, yet you seemed to have no pictogram of your own...
I walked the forest then, saw faces I could not recognize, new life within this forest. I do wonder if I will eventually know them, or if I wish to.
I ended the day in a patch of sunlight, eyes closed, soaking in the warmth and listening to the light birdsong.
At least this had not changed.
Thank you AMY for saying hello and playing
It was short , but I enjoyed it sooo much *hugs*
And finally I met VALA and her friends
We had much fun together
SEE you
I awoke this morning and decided to run around playing with some fawn's and other stags.
I had tons of fun but left to be alone to think.
After a while of laying there and thinking i ended up falling asleep.
Once i awoke i seen that a stag was standing there, so i got up to greet him/her. although
i was curious why he/she was there. so we nuzzled and danced some.
After a while i decided to go be alone.
I noticed he/she was fallowing me so i decided to run to the Old Oak.
After i arrived there i laid down to think some more.
I ended up thing about if i was going to get chased off by anyone to day.
Wondering if i would make any more friends.
Then i turned my head and there he/she was standing there and then laying near me.
*thinking: is he/she stalking me? is he/she just bored and needs someone to hang out with?
or is he/she curious?*
So then i get up and run off looking for a new place to be ALONE.
Says inside my head * the De Drinkplaats should be a good spot! *
Finally i arrive there and lay near the drinking spot.
i say to myself in my head... *finally im ALONE...*
-The End-
( dont be to harsh on this diary its my first one like this...)
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"My wife." That was the phrase I thought. It repeats quietly weighing its expectations up against my own mind. It feels pressing like a lead weight. Like love, it halts my breath. And I thought it.
I had met up with Nevilly -- she was miniaturized today. It suited her. She looked so delicate, like a butterfly made of glass with wings as thin as the horizon. She greeted me, and she and (I assume) a friend of hers and I sat down. He sadly took the best place by her side, and I went to sit next to her in the tree she was under. As the third party got up and said his goodbyes, I thought, "Well, at least now I can sit by my wife without being in a tree to do it." And then it occured to me what words had just run through my head. I didn't say "my lover," or "my sweetheart," "my little snowblossom," or "my dear leman." I went through all the words I could have said in my head: paramour, mate, girlfriend...No, I had thought wife.
Should I be thinking 'wife'? It's not an institution not common in the forest...but I think it does still have meaning. I love Nevilly, I always will now... but this is...scary. It's huge. It means things I'm not sure I know how define -- and this, more than love, may change the basic shape of my life.
And if I'm wrong...Would I even know it? I could destroy what we have by putting too much pressure on it, or her feelings could die (I sometimes don't know why she loves someone like me in the first place) -- and there would be no honorable way out that wouldn't be so exposed, so clean, so ragged like a great red wound. I'd never have the courage for it again. It may be better to keep things simple. The list goes on forever...
The scales teeter uneasily, even as we talk about old nightmares and deep memories. Even as we lie together and fall asleep wrapped around one another...On one side, all these objections, my uncertainty, the weakness of my heart, the abuses of time. On the other...is her smile.
*hugs*
