I think I met another… person like me today. Her name is Farangis.
She was so poise and collected.
I felt myself stammering in front of her like a child.
Moron.
Who would’ve thought that in this condition I would still be so affected by my very mortal emotions. Shame, embarrassment, confusion.
She called me a fledgling. It made me feel like this fragile, hollow-boned creature.
I mean to speak with her again.
Perhaps next time I’ll be able to form full sentences.