They say being free comes with a high price... and if feels as if I have paid that price ten times over. I pass them by every day during my daily walks in Ireem. The various partiality dressed slave girls being tugged along on chains... the rare scene of a mistress punishing her male slave in the open for something... I don't think either is an example of love. Just shows that some cannot go without trying to control someone else. I can't explain it... but a cold collar lashed around someone's neck is not love! It's just cruel... is what it is.
Love to me... is freeing, amazing... something meant to be shared not horded. I find that my views are ignored. I suppose so... who would want to give love freely, when they can take someone else's for themselves... why running off to take more hearts. Mmhmm... I really hate slavers... just the idea of controlling another being... I will never let myself be controlled again. I swear to you, Kito....
Out of the blue, I sudden remember the words of my dear Okasan... She said the things you do for love will always come back to you. Looking back... just makes me feel as if I am long overdue for something amazing. One of those moments that make it seem as if the very glob has stopped. Mmmhmmm... just to love... and to be loved... why is that so hard to obtain? Love unrestricted by morals... or anything else that can constrain a person's mind... body... soul...
I don't know what has gotten into me know... but I feel really soft heart-ed... dear I say even weakened?
Blah... what has gotten into me... oh, I suddenly remember! I awoke far smaller then my normal size and for the life of me I can't figure out why! I have later discovered that the and another did a ritual. It back fired. They did something.. an offering to the goddess of the seas, because they missed Pushka. And, I guess all who missed Puskha became her size? So, I feel restless... moody... I've wondered the city twice over today! Everything just seems so... strange...
Think I shall spend the evening lazing about on the pillows I call a bed. I am worried I'll get stepped on!
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