I am rather glad for the obscurity of my source media, the truth I will, more than likely, never stumble upon those i knew again. Not for a lack of missing them. i do, dearly. i miss running amock through forests with my good raven, our escape from the drab of court together. i miss nights spent in company with my dear hatta, how we would play at who.coukd infuriate the other most. i miss dragging cath away to skip stones and talk.of futures and dreams. i miss baffling poor haigha with riddles and rhymes, being baffled in turn by his oddest metaphors. i miss them. i miss home. but i do fear they'd be rather disapointed, to see me as I am now. not half as impossible. not half as fun, either, one might argue. ive become most dreadfully dull. i don't think.i coukd bear to know that dislike from.them.
— a rook. (heartless)
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