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I’ve been reading some fantasy of late, thanks to my big sis, Kel. She sent a whole load of fantasy books, and all ones I hadn’t read before. Tis revitalizing my thoughts in the way of Friday’s Fantasy. Which is a good thing, because Tirashar has stopped talking to me. I’m not sure why, or for how long, but she has been silent.
It’s funny the way a story plays out, There are so many directions open, yet when I test one, I seem to travel in circles. I wonder if Tirashar has been talking to me, but I have not been listening. For I have ideas of where to go, just seem to need a little clarity of vision.
I’m not pressuring her though, for I’ve learned when I try too hard, a cloud of darkness descends, enveloping my imagination. Without a light to see my way, it’s best not to move forward, or back for that mater.
3 comments:
Perhaps she's not only yourself, but everyone around out while she tries to absorb the impact of having gone into a berserker rage.
Something like that is terribly strange and frightening, and makes one incredibly vulnerable and not trusting of one's own self.
It would not be unusual for a person to pull tightly into themselves whilst trying to understand what happened and perhaps even protect those around herself.
I meant perhaps "its not only yourself, but everyone around her she's not talking to."
Sigh . . . damn brain skids.
LOL, could be. I know when I try to follow the wrong path, she sure as hell lets me know. She is such a stubborn little cuss, all fiery and full of vinegar.
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