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Title: db2 (Ctd)
Area: Characters
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To continue with my story, though this is hardly the
place to launch into long tales, I traveled for many
years. The friends I made during those journeys were
few and far between. I was quite shy and my ears
seemed to bring such considerable notice that
sometimes it was easier to simply stay quiet. I got
over that, however. It seems that some people can't
accept a person until they're clubbed over the head
with the truth of the matter. Oh dear, there I go
again. Sorry. As it is, I've not seen any of my
friends from those years for quite some time. One
who was most dear, I've heard, was killed in battle
in a distant land. The name of both land and friend
will remain my own, as will the memories of such.
Sometimes a woman is allowed a few secrets.
After quite some time…five years perhaps? No, I
was twenty-two when I arrived here…Seven, then, I
arrived in Ravensdale. There have been few places
that I've found more welcoming, though I must
admit that sometimes I refused to allow myself to
be ignored. That, Leila, seems the way to go
sometimes. The people that allow themselves to be
overlooked are the same who complain of such. As
it is, the patrons excused, and perhaps were
amused by my exuberance and I've made a host of
friends here that I will not seek to list. After
all, my memory is poor and scattered, as I've
mentioned, and to leave one out of the list would
no doubt be a source of mild contention. I have
lived in Ravensdale off and on for many years now,
occasionally living on the small isle of Argo
whilst married. That, now, is over, and I've
sought to return to Ravensdale. Lord Smat has been
kind enough to offer me a plot of land for a small
farm, an offer which I most readily accepted.
I feel it important to mention in this frightfully
brief introduction that I am not the only
dustbunnie to travel these lands. And no, I do not
speak of my people. There is another woman with my
name, my face, and most of my history who also
travels…who shares the friends and loves I do. Our
stories are intertwined by her choice alone, but
to explain such here would no doubt confuse the
poor readers. Perhaps I'll add another chapter. No
doubt I'd best write a brief history for her, as
well, lest she never return to do such herself.