Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27600777-20171011114740/@comment-26510374-20171018013722



                            You are Cordinally Invited

 to meet with the mistress in the Snowy Woods tomorrow.

 We expect to see you there, Toba. (yes im using my dead child trapped in purgatory oc shut u)

                                                             -Sincerely, the Mistress.

I left Infi Hollow early in the morning, carefully gathering three quarters of my possessions and stuffing them into my poor old leather satchel which Mother had given me a century ago and I refused to part with.

I did not care enough this time around to question how Owl had found the letter and correctly delivered it to me in this place of Waiting. The idea of escaping at least for a while was so appealing and exciting to me, which I had not realized, given I thought I had loved this place more than Sleeping Talons, a very difficult feat.

I still miss Mother. I miss Nocte Cor, I miss Sleeping Talons, I even miss Vertigo. I miss it all so very much.

Enough of that. I shan't dwell on the past. I am happy here too.

Before I left, I took some clay from all my creations, the animals, and put these chunks in my bag (after labelling them properly with berry juice paint). They were quite distraught to see their creator leave. I promised to shape miniature versions of them at the place I was heading, so I could stay in touch.

I wandered through the darkness, the fog, the steady snow.

I closed my eyes.

Then I was gone.

Snowy Woods.

It was about 5 AM there. Boy, one does lose track of time when in your claimed Purgatory land you wish for it to be night constantly.

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">After a bit of walking, I came to the place.