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Title: dustbunnie2
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I have always promised Lord Smat that I would add
to his archives and yet being rather untalented in
the way of the written word it seems I constantly
put it off in favor of less strenuous tasks. For
my daughter's sake, however, at the very least I
think it best to put a bit of my history into the
books here lest she ever wonder about her mother.
For those reading, and especially for you, dear
Leila shall you ever come across this, I apologize
now for the informality of this. I rarely tell
stories and prefer to leave such tasks to
Alexander Silvermane, friend and bard. However,
after reading over a few of the entries made by
some dear friends, and indeed some by complete
strangers, I don't feel quite so inadequate.
Still…
I prefer not to speak often of my homeland. I left
a long while ago and my memories of the island
prove themselves to be a mixed blessing. Let it
simply be known that I come from a small island
far to the south, populated by my own people with
a smattering of other such exotic men and women. I
left many years ago when I was still a girl to
seek out the rest of the world. Our island was
always quite enclosed, and the people, as I've
found now were rather close-minded. Sometimes,
though, I can't but think it's not such a bad
thing. The people there are, for the most part,
content with their lives and the lack of worldly
knowledge they carry. I was…oh…sixteen perhaps
when I left? My memory is really quite poor and
I've never found age to be of great importance
regardless. I traveled for many years, mostly
along the coastline of the mainland, occasionally
hopping to other islands, once in awhile venturing
very far inland. I was met as an oddity in nearly
every place I went. As it still follows today. It
seems rarely a day goes by that some traveler
doesn't choke on his drink as I walk past. One
would think that a woman's ears are hardly
anything to take any notice of and I find it
remarkable the number of people who find
themselves immediately superior because they have
the ears of an ape. And sometimes a pointed ape.
I beg your pardon if I sound bitter, I had a
rather irritating run in just the other day and it
seems to have affected my judgement further.
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 per