[photo + text; open]

[afoolsgold]

[The Fool has, at last, discovered a good reason to make use of this particular aspect of Aifaran technology. Included in this particular post is a photograph of several pieces of woodwork, ostensibly carved by the Fool's own hand. It is accompanied by an offer.]

Hello, dear friends--and dear acquaintances.

I should think it goes without saying that we Dreamfolk left much of ourselves behind us in our old worlds when we arrived in Konryu. For some I imagine that is a blessing, and a curse for others--and for others still, like so often is the case, the feelings are more complicated than that.

It is with this thought in mind that I would like to extend to each of you a kindness: a small, wood-carved token of remembrance, representing the world that you came from, or something of that world that you cherish.

If this offer is of interest to you, please either respond here, or seek me out at my apartment above Die Rosa Tulpe.

Comments

text + private;

[jinzhong]

Uh. Thanks, man. Thanks a lot.

I dunno if you saw me mention Brigid, who went missing last month. She was my girlfriend. We'd been together a while, and she went back to her own world. I don't know if I'll ever see her again.

private;

[afoolsgold]

I did know Brigid, albeit only briefly and not well. I am sorry to hear that she has been taken from Aifaran.

[for that is what has happened, isn't it? The Fool cannot imagine that anyone with loved ones here would so abruptly and cruelly leave those loved ones behind. It is what he must tell himself.]

I recently lost someone as well. A dear friend.

private;

[jinzhong]

Yeah, she uh...she went back to her own world before, and came back, but I don't know if she will again now she's vanished. So I'm not holding my breath.

Man. I'm sorry. [He feels awkward, but at least there's some solidarity there.]

private;

[afoolsgold]

The Dreaming possesses a cruel streak in this way, doesn't it? Presenting us with opportunities to be near loved ones we might otherwise have never known, or would never have known again, only to take them away on a whim. I struggle to understand it.

[a pause; that was A Lot.]

What would you like me to carve for you?

Re: private;

[jinzhong]

[Jackie can't respond to that with anything other than:] Yeah. It's a bastard.

You know what Celtic knots look like?