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joegodaTo whomever reads this;
Dated sometime around the 11th year of Bags and Grizelda's rule of Tears, cuz I was never good with dates.
We went to Market!
Bags came and picked me up about eleven in the morning. Griz stayed at the Mansion as she wasn't feeling all that well yet, after having a long bout with the Cooties. It would be a while before she would be able to travel any big distance. I'd miss her, because she distracts Bags really good and it tends to let me be me. 'Course, on the other hand, I tend to get into a lot less trouble with only Bags around. I don't know why, but when Bags is distracted, things just tend to not go so great. It's not like I try to get into trouble.
We traveled the two hours to the Market, and such sights we saw when we got there. People, of all shapes and sizes were everywhere! I mean, it's not like I don't see them anyway, but usually, it's because they come to me bringing something to be fixed or to ask a question about how to do something or they have some other thing they need from me. So, to see them just because I was out and about them... well, that's a whole nuther kettle of kippers.
We wandered about for quite a while, looking at trinkets and other things. I wished Griz was there, because she was needing some new clothing, and there clothing there was! Griz clothing! There was also Bags clothing and even Pockets clothing. I found a new hat, but didn't buy it. I know there's enough in the treasury to buy almost everything there, but still... I have a hat, and it's a good one. Still, next time we go to market, I think I'll buy that hat, just because my old hat tends to cause people to laugh, which in and of itself is not a bad thing.
We kept wandering and seeing all sorts of stuff. Bags, being Bags, stopped at every weapons maker there was. They blah blahed and talked about weight and balance and composition and stuff like that until it was pouring out my ears.
Silly people. I've tried to explain to them that a slight additive of aluminum would make the swords lighter and easier to handle. Granted, they would lose a bit of structural integrity, but really... I think the trade off would be worth it in the end. They just don't listen to me. Maybe it's the hat.
Anyway, while Bags was occupied, I did see something amazing! One of the forest folks, a true tree spirit, female and almost eleven foot tall, was walking among the merchants and townsfolk. Nobody else thought it was strange to have one of the fairy folk there, so who was I to be any different. Besides, I've seen them before, just not in town. I approached her and asked her if she would hold Simon, so I could sketch her like that, and she agreed!
As I was sitting there, sketching away, Bags showed up and drug me away. I think I got a pretty decent picture of her. Soon as I can, I'll include it here.
We continued wandering and looking, and Bags continued talking to weapons makers and boring me. He did do something nice for Griz and picked up a hair doo-dad for her. I don't quite understand hair doo-dads, but it looked pretty enough. Bags understands these things better than I ever will. I'm sure Griz will like it. After all, it came from Bags.
While Bags was occupied, I wandered into a place with someone I'd never seen in town. She was talking about cleanliness and how the people of other places like Bangala aren't really barbarians and aren't really filthy at all. I knew this. After all, I lived there for a while. Heck, I almost got married into them.
We talked for a while, this woman and I, and she had never heard of me before either. I never got her name. I introduced myself to her and told her that I was an immortal. She laughed at this and I don't know if I was offended or not. Before I could get into an argument about my longevity, Bags showed up and told me that the Gauntlet was flying nearby.
Well, I love the Gauntlet, and watching them was only a lot better than arguing with someone who had their mind set on what was possible and what was not possible, so I left. I'm sure she thought I was crazy, and that didn't matter much. She could get in line, as there are lots of folks that think I'm crazy.
The Gauntlet was flying fine that day. Lady Val, Bob Falconer's bird, was in fine fettle and gave Bob some good argument. The crowd that was watching was entertained and Bob was in good form, his voice strong and clear. His squire was quick on the move, but a bit distracted by the number of young and pretty girls nearby. The Squire's mother, April, Bob's assistant and financial manager, stood at the far end of the field and held Val until Bob was ready for the Bird to go sweeping close to the ground and to swoop soaringly over the heads of the volunteers who had decided to be Bob's human hedge row. It's one of my favorite bits. One mistake on the part of Val or the volunteers and something bad would happen, like a bird in the chest at twenty five miles an hour.
So far, I have never heard of Val ever embedding herself in someone's chest. I would say that is a good thing.
From the Gauntlet's flying ground, we wandered a bit more, and came across a merchant whose tent was about to be blown away by the wind. While I helped repair some structural damage, Bags worked with the woman to get the lines holding her tent secured better in the ground. Bags is good at that. He asked her if she had some rope or line to hold a particularly weak spot. She didn't, she said, but she did have some thick yellow ribbon. I looked at it and it was made of fine and strong fibers from the sissal plant. Basically, it was the same as a good strong line, only flattened out. I told them it would be fine and probably stronger than the rest of the lines. Bags and the woman secured the tent at it's weakest point. She thanked us and we moved on. I don't know if it held very long, as we didn't go back, but I'm of the mind that it did fine. The woman said her husband would be coming soon, but he was in another village and it would take him some time, so I didn't worry.
We wandered a bit more, listening to some Hawkers try to get us involved with their wares and games, but I tried my best to ignore them. Bags looked at me and asked a question he must have asked a thousand times.
"Does everyone have to talk to you?"
Really, it's not anything *I* do. It's just something that happens. I'd like to think it's my naturally good nature. I'd like to think that. Really. I would.
There is so much more, of course. We ate interesting things, and got to listen to Queen's Gamboni, who is always a pleasure to hear. I'll journal more later, but for now, Pockets must be to bed. Tomorrow is another day.
Dated sometime around the 11th year of Bags and Grizelda's rule of Tears, cuz I was never good with dates.
We went to Market!
Bags came and picked me up about eleven in the morning. Griz stayed at the Mansion as she wasn't feeling all that well yet, after having a long bout with the Cooties. It would be a while before she would be able to travel any big distance. I'd miss her, because she distracts Bags really good and it tends to let me be me. 'Course, on the other hand, I tend to get into a lot less trouble with only Bags around. I don't know why, but when Bags is distracted, things just tend to not go so great. It's not like I try to get into trouble.
We traveled the two hours to the Market, and such sights we saw when we got there. People, of all shapes and sizes were everywhere! I mean, it's not like I don't see them anyway, but usually, it's because they come to me bringing something to be fixed or to ask a question about how to do something or they have some other thing they need from me. So, to see them just because I was out and about them... well, that's a whole nuther kettle of kippers.
We wandered about for quite a while, looking at trinkets and other things. I wished Griz was there, because she was needing some new clothing, and there clothing there was! Griz clothing! There was also Bags clothing and even Pockets clothing. I found a new hat, but didn't buy it. I know there's enough in the treasury to buy almost everything there, but still... I have a hat, and it's a good one. Still, next time we go to market, I think I'll buy that hat, just because my old hat tends to cause people to laugh, which in and of itself is not a bad thing.
We kept wandering and seeing all sorts of stuff. Bags, being Bags, stopped at every weapons maker there was. They blah blahed and talked about weight and balance and composition and stuff like that until it was pouring out my ears.
Silly people. I've tried to explain to them that a slight additive of aluminum would make the swords lighter and easier to handle. Granted, they would lose a bit of structural integrity, but really... I think the trade off would be worth it in the end. They just don't listen to me. Maybe it's the hat.
Anyway, while Bags was occupied, I did see something amazing! One of the forest folks, a true tree spirit, female and almost eleven foot tall, was walking among the merchants and townsfolk. Nobody else thought it was strange to have one of the fairy folk there, so who was I to be any different. Besides, I've seen them before, just not in town. I approached her and asked her if she would hold Simon, so I could sketch her like that, and she agreed!
As I was sitting there, sketching away, Bags showed up and drug me away. I think I got a pretty decent picture of her. Soon as I can, I'll include it here.
We continued wandering and looking, and Bags continued talking to weapons makers and boring me. He did do something nice for Griz and picked up a hair doo-dad for her. I don't quite understand hair doo-dads, but it looked pretty enough. Bags understands these things better than I ever will. I'm sure Griz will like it. After all, it came from Bags.
While Bags was occupied, I wandered into a place with someone I'd never seen in town. She was talking about cleanliness and how the people of other places like Bangala aren't really barbarians and aren't really filthy at all. I knew this. After all, I lived there for a while. Heck, I almost got married into them.
We talked for a while, this woman and I, and she had never heard of me before either. I never got her name. I introduced myself to her and told her that I was an immortal. She laughed at this and I don't know if I was offended or not. Before I could get into an argument about my longevity, Bags showed up and told me that the Gauntlet was flying nearby.
Well, I love the Gauntlet, and watching them was only a lot better than arguing with someone who had their mind set on what was possible and what was not possible, so I left. I'm sure she thought I was crazy, and that didn't matter much. She could get in line, as there are lots of folks that think I'm crazy.
The Gauntlet was flying fine that day. Lady Val, Bob Falconer's bird, was in fine fettle and gave Bob some good argument. The crowd that was watching was entertained and Bob was in good form, his voice strong and clear. His squire was quick on the move, but a bit distracted by the number of young and pretty girls nearby. The Squire's mother, April, Bob's assistant and financial manager, stood at the far end of the field and held Val until Bob was ready for the Bird to go sweeping close to the ground and to swoop soaringly over the heads of the volunteers who had decided to be Bob's human hedge row. It's one of my favorite bits. One mistake on the part of Val or the volunteers and something bad would happen, like a bird in the chest at twenty five miles an hour.
So far, I have never heard of Val ever embedding herself in someone's chest. I would say that is a good thing.
From the Gauntlet's flying ground, we wandered a bit more, and came across a merchant whose tent was about to be blown away by the wind. While I helped repair some structural damage, Bags worked with the woman to get the lines holding her tent secured better in the ground. Bags is good at that. He asked her if she had some rope or line to hold a particularly weak spot. She didn't, she said, but she did have some thick yellow ribbon. I looked at it and it was made of fine and strong fibers from the sissal plant. Basically, it was the same as a good strong line, only flattened out. I told them it would be fine and probably stronger than the rest of the lines. Bags and the woman secured the tent at it's weakest point. She thanked us and we moved on. I don't know if it held very long, as we didn't go back, but I'm of the mind that it did fine. The woman said her husband would be coming soon, but he was in another village and it would take him some time, so I didn't worry.
We wandered a bit more, listening to some Hawkers try to get us involved with their wares and games, but I tried my best to ignore them. Bags looked at me and asked a question he must have asked a thousand times.
"Does everyone have to talk to you?"
Really, it's not anything *I* do. It's just something that happens. I'd like to think it's my naturally good nature. I'd like to think that. Really. I would.
There is so much more, of course. We ate interesting things, and got to listen to Queen's Gamboni, who is always a pleasure to hear. I'll journal more later, but for now, Pockets must be to bed. Tomorrow is another day.
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