Lightning-Dono: Another chapter from yours truly. :3

Answers to the Review(s)

Sikerra the Eternity Knight – Thanks! Muffy in three words: Clueless, slutty airhead. I don't think she can farm to save her life. But that's just my opinion...No problem with the updating – I've got all the time in the world.

lil-c-girl2218 – Thank you! I'm glad you liked that line. :) I know, the doctor IS weird! And what's up with his eye? I mean, it's like some kind of ore with a red...thing in it. Yes, you WILL have to wait. xD Because Jack (I dunno, I call Todd Jack to...yeah.) is trying to make everyone like him and Nami thinks he's just fun to look at. So, yes, you will have to wait for character development. Sorry!

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Tenth of Spring

I woke up this morning groggy, feeling like I had just nearly drowned, and I had no clue why. Perhaps I shouldn't have taken that walk in the rain last night – I couldn't find any reason to go to sleep without tiring myself out first since I find it extremely hard to sleep if I don't occupy myself with energy-sucking activities beforehand. I tried to leave the Inn, but Ruby said my skin was as pallid as a slate and that I should stay in bed...and that's where I've been ever since. Right now it's one in the afternoon and I'm bored out of my mind. Luckily, I have a window that overlooks the street and whomever is walking along it. Not like I care about those people anyway, but when it came down to it, I'm bored and I have nothing to do so I'm going to see what they're doing.

Well, Wally is jogging in what looks like slow motion. I hate it when he jogs like that; it looks like he's seemingly defying gravity and levitating inches above the ground before landing. Hugh is following in his father's footsteps and jogging right along with those slender, short legs of his.

But I feel like writing suddenly. It's one of those urges you can't put off.

The sun is making a slow transition into a summer's sun. Already, through a shield of glass, I can feel the warmth lancing onto my arms as I sit here, immobilized by sickness. The rays grow intense as they dash onto the leaves of trees, turning them different shades of green – the recipe to true healthiness for the plants that are yearning for sunlight. The ground lies still, a stationary air hanging heavily over it. People make their way long the road, lively and preparing for the rest of the long day. But I sit here, remaining spectator to these events as fever reigns heavy over my drowsy mind...

You know, I was always told back in elementary school that I had the potential to be a writer, but I never paid any heed. All I thought was, "It's just words coming from my head. There's nothing special about them, I was just gifted a mind brimming with figurative speech." But when I had come to this valley and met Gustafa and Cody (True artists), Gustafa taught me the strength of words with song lyrics as the example and Cody taught me the importance of emotions conveyed within the piece.

I agree, this diary is a collection of rambling, rants, and paragraphs that seldom link to one another. But, I think that as long as my intentions are good, the piece is worthwhile. I suppose with that speech I could be an English professor at a university, but I don't even know what career I want. Perhaps I can be a traveling mummer, going to exotic places, performing my specific art and exercising my talents. My problem is that...unless I become a storyteller, there isn't much for me to perform.

Once I get better, I'll pass on the idea to Gustafa and Cody. They might support the idea and perhaps come with me. But because I'm sick right now, I wouldn't count on it. I'm probably entering a stage of delirium, knowing the advanced diseases wandering about these days.

Back to those people walking.

Well, apparently, right now Muffy is in pursuit of Jack. He's running down the street, mocking Wally's jog, and Muffy looks like she's trying to catch up with him in her heels and tiny steps. Honestly, she looks like a gigantic baby waddling along after her father, or something of the sort...comparisons were never a strong point of mine. I'm not quite sure whether or not Jack is running from Muffy, playing tag with her, or simply teasing her by escaping her tight grasp.

At the moment, it seems that she's caught up and now she has her arms wrapped around his neck...I can feel the aura of danger pulsing in the air as her hug tightens and Jack takes on the position of a man being strangled in a drunken battle. He's shoving her off quickly, turning red, and trying to tell her something. But being the complete bubble-head she is, Muffy looks like she's trying to laugh this incident off and make amends with Jack. What an idiot. I don't think I can watch this inane feud any longer, especially when Muffy is involved. What in the world is she doing? First she chokes her boyfriend and then she acts like it's nothing? A long while ago, in a conversation with Romana, she said with today's youth, she wonders what the world is coming to. I can answer that question by "The world is plummeting to its doom" and "It is plummeting to its doom due to the senseless actions of certain sentient beings".

My first candidate with an action fitting of plummeting the world to its doom would be Muffy.

I think I'll go back to sleep. My wrist is getting tired, my eyes are tired from straining themselves to see outside through glaring sunlight, and my body is tired in general.