RIP Gucissa Crimson

I usually love checking email in the morning. It is a morning chore that I can do while I sip my tea and wake up gently. But this morning I received news that a friend had lost her battle with cancer. I never met this friend in any place other than a virtual world, but the spirit and courage that she exhibited will always inspire me. Sleep well Guci. You will not be forgotten by those who knew you in this world.

Regrets

I did a foolish thing the other day when I was angry and hurt. I hurt someone I dearly love. There are times when my temper gets the better of me and I lash out blindly without thinking the consequences through. It all comes down to a lack of communication. I have always been afraid to speak up to someone when I think they have hurt me, and I guess I still refrain from confrontation. But I need to stop viewing it as confrontation; it is merely communication, discussion, not argument. I have begged forgiveness, but only time will tell if the hurt is so strong that it will outweigh every other emotion. I pray that it isn't.

Role Play: In search of food

Fae Emy was starving when she met Jordon, who was also in need of food, and Deodar in the village, where she had gone to search for food. The village wives had gotten wary and there were no pies in sight on any of the windowsills so they headed up to the tavern. Deodar pointed out some pie makings on a table alongside the bar, but Emy didn't know how to make pies, She became angry and vowed to curdle the milk supply if she wasn't fed soon. Deodar suggested that they try a drow's cave where he thought there might be some food. Emy was against this idea until Jordon and Deodar both reminded her that they would be there to protect her. Deodar, who had ranged all over the realm, led them directly to a dark, underground cave where they noticed a fire, but after listening, decided that no one was around. Deodar wrestled the hidden door open and they entered the room silently. Jordon and Deodar both partook of the meat on the platter that the drow had carelessly left out, but Emy shook her head. Her beliefs precluded her from eating anything that had once been living. Fortunately Jordon managed to drag out a basket of apples from his purse just before Emy perished from starvation. While they were eating the three fae curiously looked around the room. They decided it was cold and not very nice. Being careful to remove all traces of their having been there, they silently slipped out and made their way back to the village square.