Never play with fire in a forest.

I hate, hate when I am in the middle of a love affair.

 Especially when I’m not the one involved.

Ysabelle is confused between two men. I understand her though; when a woman has the choice between security and dangerous pleasure, it is always hard to choose. I know I would be the same as she is… in fact, I see a lot of me in her, and it fascinates me.

 I warned her about the danger, and now it is her decision and she knows I’ll be there for her, but I was afraid something bad would happen. She took more than her share of ale, and Alkaiser was in a similar situation. I didn’t want her to have the decision made for her this morning, and I tried to warn her over and over. Maybe it was percieved as overzealous, but I know too well those mornings, and I do not wish it for anyone. If you want to make a mistake, at least do it sober, that’s what I say.

Fineas came to my rescue again before he went to sleep. Geez, at this rate I’ll look like the damsel in distress… It is frustrating.

And that brand of the Silverguard is a pain… so many thoughts sent to me yesterday,  I had a horrible headache and I had to leave the Faire alone.

Speaking of Faire, I’ve seen Fandaleen (who looked much much more normal) and mister Achates. I don’t know if he hates me, or if he is really, really that nervous… But I know now that Fandaleen is very nice when she doesn’t speak about gnomes. When she does she looks just weird. And frightening…

~ by marillawen on March 6, 2007.