Grant came by today. This time he came to see my daughter, not me. But knowing me as he he does and being as loyal as one of his ilk can be, he spoke with me first before changing my daughter's whole future.
He had in his possession a letter from Jolyn's mother, who I'd thought was long passed from this life. I don't know the contents, but the fact that Mia still lives and is attempting to contact Jolyn is unnerving at best, and more likely downright shitty.
Mia... I once thought I might love the girl. She was given to me during my time with the native people of Central America. Grant and I had thought some time traveling there might be a pleasure and surprisingly, it was. The freedom to take my true form was liberating even if the people did tend to worship me in ways I did not always enjoy.
J
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Letting sleeping dragons lie
Jolyn came back. She snarled when I asked about Bob. I'm guessing that means their great love didn't prove great enough. I won't ask again. No point in stirring that pot of pain up.
She has focused all her formidible energy on renovating an area for her own personal space. What once was a bare cavern set back from the main cave has now been transformed into a lavish and very feminine bedroom. It is of course more spacious than any human housing would be, but I can see the likeness to the design magazine she has been staring at.
Sam is baffled by her behavior. Although he is usually willing to share his attention with her, lately he hovers by me while watching Jolyn with a twinge of fear. The fear is from her first night home when she growled at him, something she'd never done before. I know she would never hurt the dog, but his nightmares over past treatments make trust a tenuous thing.
I haven't brought up her brother again. I will in time but for now I will be focusing on the daughter I have rather than to stress her or myself over a son who we will soon enough have time to meet.
We don't talk about anything important. We barely talk at all. But for now it is for the best. Before long her pain will dull enough to be manageable. Until then it is best to let sleeping dragons lie.
J
She has focused all her formidible energy on renovating an area for her own personal space. What once was a bare cavern set back from the main cave has now been transformed into a lavish and very feminine bedroom. It is of course more spacious than any human housing would be, but I can see the likeness to the design magazine she has been staring at.
Sam is baffled by her behavior. Although he is usually willing to share his attention with her, lately he hovers by me while watching Jolyn with a twinge of fear. The fear is from her first night home when she growled at him, something she'd never done before. I know she would never hurt the dog, but his nightmares over past treatments make trust a tenuous thing.
I haven't brought up her brother again. I will in time but for now I will be focusing on the daughter I have rather than to stress her or myself over a son who we will soon enough have time to meet.
We don't talk about anything important. We barely talk at all. But for now it is for the best. Before long her pain will dull enough to be manageable. Until then it is best to let sleeping dragons lie.
J
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