Morday, 7 End of Spring

There's not been a moment since my arrival in the city when I wished I was here less - unless, maybe it was while I was recovering from the plague.  It isn't that I hate it here.  I don't.  In fact, the city is starting to grow on me, for once.  But all the same, this is ridiculous.  I won't be fought over like some kind of trophy.  I'll -never- be some kind of trophy.  If that's all they want...

Oh, now I'm being ridiculous and melodramatic, aren't I?  I wish I had a female friend here in the city though; someone I could actually speak to and trust.  It's funny, but of the two people I can trust, one is never around and the other is the root of the whole issue.

Dayne, why won't you tell me what is going on?  You love me but you only want to be my friend; yet, you start acting ridiculous when I accept invitations from others?  

Really... I don't understand why he's acting this way. perhaps the city has gotten to him too much.

Perhaps the city has gotten to me too much.

I want to go home.  That brief scare was enough to tell me that much.  


I miss Papa.