- on my way to, during, and on my way back from the festival of the bells, i never slept. i was uncertain of how i’d hold up if i tried. i slept for a long time once i joined the minstrels again.
- most other festivals had a lot more celebration. there were parades, there was a re-enactment of the bell-ringing (i did the narration!), there were usually tiny fires... it was a whole thing. the festival that cycle was a fluke.
- since there wasn’t much going on, i did a lot of wandering in the great hall this time around.
- though i brought my pipe with me, i don’t remember playing it. i felt i’d freeze to it.
- i remember being very irritable because of the cold.
- when i walked back into the great hall with gobo, my heart sank. i knew the gravity of the situation, of course, but had never truly experienced it firsthand...
- i was already mad because gobo wouldn’t listen to me. the sight of the great hall made my calm slip.
- however, i didn’t let it go all the way; if i did, i had a feeling things wouldn’t get better.
- i also felt like if i lost that energy, i would freeze, too. i was holding onto it as tight as i could.
- i believe that a long, long, long, long, long time ago, the bell was there. the weebabeast existed, and certain travelers made their way to the rock. i believe my dad was one of the travelers.
oct 15 2018 ∞
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