Sonntag, 28. November 2010
Winter broke into Glint over night. Everything is under a thick blanket of snow. Snowflakes dancing from the sky in an endless row like tiny balletdancers. Its so cold that the shoe law was lifted for a while and it feels strange to walk in boots after such a long time being barefoot.
I like the snow. It soothes my heart to see everything covered up. Everything seems softer, quieter. And the coldness matches my soul well.
It took a while but I must accept the fact now that I will never be able to get over this thing that happend with Defiant. It will never be solved. Its like an open wound that can not heal.
I am the snow queen, there is a splinter of glass in my eye. It distorts my vision and freezes my heart. He won't come and pull it out.
I don't see many people lately but when I do its always the people from the old days. That makes it easier to keep going.
I saw Lacey and Sami and even CE is back.
The most curious event though was the return of Chy. Something has happened to him that made him lose his memory. He can not remember who he is and we are all strangers to him. He thinks he is in a dream and we all are just figments of his imagination. I envy him.
And while we all struggle with our small lives, Glint is shocked by bad news. Cara was kidnapped again. They suspect the UN no less.
Goldfire is on the case and his methods promise success. I think of Cara constantly. I pray she will not be harmed. My own guilt enhances my worries. She forgave me but i still haven't forgiven myself.
Sonntag, 7. November 2010
It has been a while since I was out and about in town. I had buried myself in the office getting aquainted with my new job but today Dunnagh came home and V invited us over to the Bordello. She has done wonderful things to the place and we admired the new furniture and the dancepoles. I even had a spin on it. Many people came in one by one. Mostly the people who I still know from the old days and that was nice. We talked and then we all watched vb producing the main ingredient for the house special, a popular cocktail served in the Bordello.
Later I slipped back into my offical role and greeted a new visitor. His name is Caz and he sits in a wheelchair. He is a professor. V and Lina were with me and we noticed some posters which state "Stamp out corruption - No pool tables". Now V has just bought some pool tables for the Bordello and we do worry what is in store next...