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Whistlings of Death...
...and circles of faint music.
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9th-May-2007 08:42 am - The Thistledorf.
Julius and I have now reached a point where we can travel no longer and so we have set up camp in the village close to one of Courage’s famous drop off and pick up points. No children, I will not be giving you any names. That was a large enough clue on it’s own. Lovely little hotel, the restaurant smells wonderful.
Here we have found a little peace at least and I am pleased to be among more open-minded folk. I suppose, what with the docks, they must be used to a very odd collection of travellers anyway so I am nothing out of the ordinary.
I imagine a shop here would be nice. Ponder, ponder.
The next step for us will be to make it across sea and I had hoped this was not going to be anything too strenuous but something tells me otherwise.
A strange sense of dread follows me now and whispers my name each time I am distracted with peaceful thoughts. Even now I can feel it lurking and creeping closer to where I sit here in this café.
Julius knows exactly what I mean, he whines and is always alert.

Such a shame.

I shall not be best pleased if I discover we are being tracked.
This month I have been given nothing at all to focus on and I must say this pleases me for I have now the chance to concentrate upon something that was discussed some months ago, a passing fancy and nothing anyone had thought would go further. Certainly not between the two of us, I believe.
I wonder sometimes if I am doing this for selfish reasons, just to find myself again, or if really I am focusing on the task behind it all? Of course to share my plans might bring about misfortune so I have kept quiet about everything and used the night to hide away in once again. I hate the city but I must pass through it now for my homeland is not the place it used to be and a new world has sprung up between us. How terrible it all is, the gloomy streets and the hideous sounds of these metal beasts of no magic.
Already they watch me, wondering why I hide my eyes and wear these clothes. I have failed in my attempt to blend and disappear and all for the sake of fashion. HA. I will it have it this way.
I packed cheese, bread and mushroom pate for Julius. This pleased him and we can hunt together along the way. Already I need new boots.

Darling Russell, please send me coinage for the mortals smell of rot.


Rinse mushrooms. Remove stems. Brush caps with 4 tablespoons of olive oil and sprinkle lighlty with salt. Place, cavity side up, in a baking pan. Chop stems very fine. Mix with bread crumbs, cheese, 1/2 teaspoon salt, onion powder and basil. Stir in egg. Spoon into mushroom caps. Dribble with 2 tablespoons of olive oil. Bake for 30 minutes. Consume.
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