Farewell My Concubine

Funny how everything seemed so much easier when I was younger I could swim off... do almost anything I wished. I wasn't tied down to anything, just family mainly. I wonder why I was in such a hurry to grow up, to move on... everywhere I go it's all the same. It's all rather... disappointing. No matter. Maybe I have finally found a place to call home? Maybe then I can stop wondering from place to place like a stray cat. I can take comfort in the fact that people do belong ... that I finally have someone to feel safe with.

If only I could find the motivation to write a story. Truth be told, I really don't feel up... There's nothing new in way of stories out there. A good juicy rumor is that the undead are starting to awaken from their slumber. Tales of magi and others leaving their clans float about, whispered through the streets of Ireem as quickly as the scent of freshly bake bread wafts through the air.

Still, the rumors mean little to  nothing to me without proof. Written proof or other wise... Doesn't matter. I have no plans on chasing down that story. If the Whispers team wants to write about it, so be it. Besides, the catacombs have always given me the creeps for some reason. Maybe it's all of those spider webs... or the scent of stale death that lingers in the air? Or could there be another deeper reason...

 Think I will stop there. I've got no plans on joining their ranks. I am happy being a mer... Besides, I rather enjoy reading up on the history and such. So, in reality mer are really spirits of the oceans. Meaning, I know have the right to curse out any idiot who calls me a fish. Besides... I am a mammal. Fish don't have hair or lactate. Looking forwards to laying this rant on someone...

I might as well swim off shore for a bit. Aside from Kito and a few other mer.... I've no reason to hang around. Maybe I will be lucky and stumble across a nice story when I return. There's a lovely full moon out tonight,and I don't want to miss it.

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