I had a feeling I'd be able to do it, and with the incence Tyre gave me (where does he find things, honestly), I managed it!
I will call him Philip! He's a mute, sweet little creature with horns not so unlike mine and an appetite to match it.
Hm, writing that makes me feel sad...
Smoked salmon and dry white wine on a picnic blanket on the outskirts of Berdusk. Talk of travel plans come the autumn. Muted laughter at village gossip.
What a lifetime away that feels.