January 13, 2013 - 7:08am — Seed
[=darkgreen]I awoke to the sounds of Lemon and her good friend Riften at play. When I approached, she was glad to see me -- I've been gone for at least a week now, after all -- but she also seemed worried, since it seemed that I arrived with my usual perfectly terrible timing; she'd have to depart at a moment's notice. Still, the three of us sat together, and we caught up. When she left, Riften bid me farewell, if I chose to take it...
And since Verve came skipping up, I did. She and I and some friends of hers went off to play and frolic, until she came upon a sleeping deer I didn't recognize (Was that Lucamo then, or did he join us later, when I wasn't paying attention? Ah, I'm sorry!). She sat beside it, and I beside her, with some care...
While we waited for him (I assume) to awaken, Verve presented me with my surprise! It is a pen! A bracelet-mounted quill pen, for me to write poems with! While it's far too delicate for carved work, it's so easy and precise for doing ink-work that it's like a dream!
I blathered about it at some length, impressed as I was by the smooth working of the metal, the perfect selection of the black raven's feather for the length of its quill, the refined craftsmanship... I felt, for a moment, completely unworthy of it, like a pauper standing before a king, like a swine fortunate enough to have had pearls cast before it. It faded: after all, it was made only for me, so how could I be unworthy of it? It'd not exist to be unworthy of, otherwise.
We sat and spoke for some time, until a little fawn, at the moment unnamed but I suppose I'll call her VOCT, came by, and roused us one-by-one, even Lucamo, to playing, and from playing into a line of dancing full of the best tricks we could manage (Not wanting to take off my new treasure, I was perhaps a little slow on the tricks tonight. You need to be careful!)...
And then eventually Verve settled down, and the rest of us with her.
