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February 8 - February 12, 2024
aestivate.
After a month of daily lessons, Jullanar had progressed to being able to hold a simple conversation. She could expand somewhat more fluently if it were about swords, daggers, or other weaponry.
Sprawled in the bottom of the little boat was a very strange young man.
You may call me Fitzroy.”
My name is Fitzroy, and I am a bard like the bards of old.”
It was unfortunately already more than obvious that Fitzroy had the common sense of a gnat.
No aristocrat—hardly anyone at all, but for the village simpleton—had ever given her a smile of that guileless radiance.
“I was lost, and you came to find me! It was a quest—what more of an adventure could you ask for? And next time we can go together to find something else!”
“This is the best day of my life.”
“There’ll be more and better days,” she said, meaning it.