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I wander here more or less in the shadow of Rishima. Though it took me some time from our original meeting in the Meadow, I felt too weak whenever I abandoned the stream during that Tallsun season, I am here now. I've begun to gain new perspective on life, namely a brightening attitude. I have actually made something akin to friends in the past seasons I've resided here in Helovia, and that's only made me aware of my crippling solitude. I am not a lonely creature by nature, rather I've been forced into my own companionship by the mere lack of others.
I have tried this before, the herd life, and it never went well. But I am more confident with my age and my new friends, and I think that even if it fails again I'll be able to hold strong rather than splatter on the ground like tossed ink again. So, dragging my nose across the sweet grasses, sweeter even in their sun blazed state than those of the wild foods that I've been surviving on, I happen upon the herd in the start of a meeting.
I pause, hesitant to intrude. After all I'm mainly here for the...what did she call it again? The Khan, the qean, the swan? ...Qian... Ah that's right! Someone just said it. Hmm, perhaps then I can walk up, if the Qian is being spoken of? I glance back at the way I'd come, still wondering if I should just leave. I've already come though, I might as well accomplish something even if all that something is ends up being a fool. Nothing I'm not use to anyway.
Resigned to my fate I approach the gathering, looking in vain for Rishima. Small and quiet I stick to the outskirts, my long tail dragging limply behind me. Though I don't mean to, my thoughts have wandered to the flora here, namely the sweet grasses, and the ink that flows ever so from my tail tip begins to draw my mind's words.
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Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.
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