Been a few weeks now, it has, since ah first met the lass in charge o' diplomacy fer Monroe an' his Legion. Dinnae know what ta make o'her at first, aye, seemed a bit rude an' drunken ta be honest... though, thinkin' back on it, that's likely how ah come across ta most who've barely met. Perhaps it's mah disdain fer other women tha' caused me ta judge 'er harshly at first - either way, ah assure ye, those days o' silent thoughts're long behind me now.



Ne'er in all mah days've ah met… Continue

[Familiar buzz and crackle. The sounds of vendors and street-folk have been replaced by singing and rowdy tavern-goers. Mirth has come back home.]



"So it's mah second day wi'the lad... Already ah'm in trouble with Bromie fer givin' 'im a couple ounces o' ale. Still dunnae see wha'the problem is, though. It's nae as if he was drunk! Ah jus' feel like he's plenty old enough ta know -everythin'- abou'the world, an' nae jus' the fluffy stuff. Bromie's worried about gettin' in trouble,… Continue

[A voice recording - a whirr, a crackle and a faint buzz throughout. Sounds of bustling streets in the background, merchants shouting, announcing their wares in competition with one another. Shrieking and giggling of rowdy children can be heard faintly in the distance.]



"Well then! Been 'ere fer... 'ow long's it been? Six days? A week, maybe? The city's as glum as e'er, after all, even wi'the light o' A'dal shinin' smack in the middle o' the fray. All these refugees cramped into a… Continue

Mirth stood on the wall of sturdy rocks surrounding the moonwell, - what was only technically called a moonwell anyhow - her hooves shoulder-width apart, the cigarette smoldering unattended in her right hand. A boisterous ruckus emanated from the Jester, a couple of hundred feet behind her. There was a soft breeze, and her favorite star was gleaming from its delicate place in the sky, hung gracefully as all the ancestors were... with love, and with devotion. Mirth looked up, apology written all… Continue