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This is the story of the Wolf and the Boy.
There once was a young boy who tended the sheep. He was not the most diligent of workers, and would find himself bored very often by life in the village.
Then near the end of very hot and dull day, he decided that he needed some excitement. He left the tree from which he usually sat, and ran to the center of the village.
"Wolf!" Cried he, as loud as he dared. The heads of the nearby villagers began to turn, as the boy continued to shout aloud. "There's a wolf with the sheep!"
This cry of course, roused the town, as they were very protective of their sheep. With lanterns and pitchforks, they gathered and hurried to the lone farm.
There was no wolf, no evidence of sheep being eaten. The villagers were very angry with the boy.
[Trade]
... That doesn't look too bad. It even seems a little more natural, now, the more I go. It's... strange, how quickly I feel I am picking it up. Though perhaps not very strange. I'm forging a connection to something that I should be connected to. If it wasn't for that horrible woman, all those years ago, it might even be different now.
I wouldn't change anything I've learned here for anything. I just look at this room, the cats, the dog, Hope. The inn, Rina, Mina, Sir Melkie... even Rimon, haha.
But I'll never feel whole. That's... what I think I've learned. That no matter what happens, something will be missing, something will be wrong. And it will be the same for Patience, too... I just hope he can realize that. That he needs... something. Someone there.
That poem he wrote... it was interesting, but... I don't know what to think about it. I didn't even know what to say. His responses to the others... worried me.
This is the story of the Wolf and the Boy.
There once was a young boy who tended the sheep. He was not the most diligent of workers, and would find himself bored very often by life in the village.
Then near the end of very hot and dull day, he decided that he needed some excitement. He left the tree from which he usually sat, and ran to the center of the village.
"Wolf!" Cried he, as loud as he dared. The heads of the nearby villagers began to turn, as the boy continued to shout aloud. "There's a wolf with the sheep!"
This cry of course, roused the town, as they were very protective of their sheep. With lanterns and pitchforks, they gathered and hurried to the lone farm.
There was no wolf, no evidence of sheep being eaten. The villagers were very angry with the boy.
[Trade]
... That doesn't look too bad. It even seems a little more natural, now, the more I go. It's... strange, how quickly I feel I am picking it up. Though perhaps not very strange. I'm forging a connection to something that I should be connected to. If it wasn't for that horrible woman, all those years ago, it might even be different now.
I wouldn't change anything I've learned here for anything. I just look at this room, the cats, the dog, Hope. The inn, Rina, Mina, Sir Melkie... even Rimon, haha.
But I'll never feel whole. That's... what I think I've learned. That no matter what happens, something will be missing, something will be wrong. And it will be the same for Patience, too... I just hope he can realize that. That he needs... something. Someone there.
That poem he wrote... it was interesting, but... I don't know what to think about it. I didn't even know what to say. His responses to the others... worried me.
