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talysings · 5 years

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The Keepers’ Rite

Pressed in amongst the next pages in the diary are a dried flower from a bouquet . . . and a strange leaf with a scent not unlike mint.

The charging boar’s blood red eyes shone with fury through the downpour as it closed the distance between us. As I strained against the shackle on my leg, my hands sought for weapons which were not there. There was no time for terror, there was only a sort of cold-calculation in my mind as I ticked off the very few options available to me.

That was the worst moment, I think . . . and also, in a way, the best. Because it was uncomplicated. There was life, and there was death. There were no questions of morality, no time for thoughts of those I had disappointed or failed, no time to feel sorry for myself or for dreams which haven’t come true. Life . . . death . . . and the actions that would determine which.

But this, of course, was later. First, there was the parting of ways. I performed in the Palazzo Aldenard’s Children’s Theater in a delightful play directed by Mr. Popito. He is a thoughtful director, and never yelled at us during rehearsal . . . though there were threats of fines for “Awoo”-ing, which some are prone to do. I’m not sure how that is considered disturbing the peace, but there it is. (Side note: I have found a closet in the upstairs of the Palazzo where one can let out an “Awoo” without being caught. Not that I’ve done so or anything.) The crowd was good, and the children the parents brought all seemed to enjoy the plays we put on. Afterward, I spoke to Savo, Fhey, Hani, and Hunter, who all came. I looked for Vylette after the show, but I guess she didn’t attend. I . . . suppose I understand why. And honestly, as much as I want to see her, maybe it’s better I didn’t. I don’t want to cause her any more pain than I already have with my selfishness. Hani and Hunter did not know about my upcoming journey, and since I had not yet told them of the whole tale leading up to this moment, I gave them a very abbreviated version. Everyone wished me luck, but I could sense the trepidation beneath the cheery masks they pretended to.

And so as dawn broke the next day, I was off for the Shroud. My plan was to be in the place I needed to be by well before nightfall, when the Keepers would be waking for their hunts.

This particular band lives very deep in the East Shroud, not far from the Sylphlands. The forest there is thick and dark, even by day. I arrived where I wished to be, set up a small campsite, and then climbed a nearby tree, where I took a nap on a large branch as I waited.

Years of standing different watches as a scout has given me the ability to awaken at a specific time, and I wanted to be awake before they arrived. Therefore, I awoke at sunset, though it was barely noticeable through the trees. Not long after, the Keepers approached my campsite, and began looking around for me. I whistled from the trees above them, which caught them off guard.

“I brought what you asked,” I said, and tossed a jar of the honey down to them. The leader caught it in one hand, her arm moving in isolation from the rest of her body, her gaze intent. She turned her eyes to look at the jar, hefted it as if to judge its weight, and then turned her eyes back to me. “This is all you brought? Hardly enough for a biscuit,” she opined. “You’ll need to go back for more.”

As I mentioned in a previous entry, this was not unanticipated. Vylette had predicted that they would attempt such a scam. I feigned surprise. “Not enough? Do you know what I had to go through for that? How . . . how much more do you need?”

The leader smiled. “3 jars of this size should be sufficient,” she said. “Come back when you have them.” She began to turn away.

“A moment,” I said. As she turned back, I pulled two more jars from my pack, which I had been using as a pillow. I tossed them down. “This should be enough, then . . . if you are as good as your word.” The surprise on her face was evident. She wrestled briefly with a response. In that moment, I leapt down from my branch and approached her.

I knew I had showed her up, and that part of her probably wished to strike me down for the affront, though her own sense of honor (Fhey often decries the idea of Keeper honor, but I think she confuses honor with the law sometimes. Keepers have a code.) kept her from doing so. She had made a deal, thinking I would not survive to return. I decided to appeal to the honor I sensed she had.

I knelt before her, and held my bow up to her. “Test me,” I said. “As my mother was once tested. Let me know what she knew.”

She regarded me for what seemed an eternity. Finally, she said, “Will you do whatever we ask, without question?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Will you accept our judgment, whatever it may be?”

“Yes.”

“Even if that judgment is that you be sacrificed for your failure?”

I swallowed. “Yes,” I whispered. She held my eyes a moment longer, than took my bow. “They you shall be given the Rite,” she said. “Sisters?”

The band closed around me, two of them taking each of my arms. The leader stepped closer. “I am Qina Moshantu. You will call me Matron.” As I started to give her my name, she silenced me. “No,” she said. “If you become one of us, then we shall know your name.” She glanced at my ears. “Remove those clasps,” she decreed. Her warriors began to take off my ear clasps. She could see the concern in my eyes.

“You object already?” she asked.

“No,” I said. “It’s only . . . they were from my mother.”

“Your devotion to your mother is evident, and honorable,” she said, “but you have not the right to wear them yet. Your mother should have known that. We will hold them, should the moment come when the right is yours.” As I nodded, she looked again at her warriors. “Purify her,” she said, “in the spring. Then meet me at the pit.”

The women took me on a walk through the night to a small meadow open to the night sky. In it lay a small pond bathed in moonlight. They undressed me, and in the bluish light of the night they bathed me, chanting to Menphina as they did. I said nothing, and none of them spoke to me. None of them could know how difficult this was for me, to remain stoic as strangers touched me, exposed as I had never been exposed before in front of so many. Yet oddly, as the process continued, I began to relax, to feel a sense of . . . connection to them. There was nothing for me to hide behind, and in a way, that was freeing.

They marched me back through the forest, still naked, until we reached a place in the forest where deep pit in the forest floor had been carved out, perhaps by some prehistoric flood. A rope was produced, and using it, I was instructed to climb down into the pit. The Matron followed me down. She took me to the center of the pit and bid me stand there. “Arms out,” she said. I obeyed.

She produced the honey I had brought with me, and a brush. She began to apply the honey to my skin, eventually covering me completely. Only my the hair on my head was left without such a coating. In the warmth of the spring night, it was uncomfortable and sticky, but I said nothing.

When she was done, she looked at me. “A sister of the moon must be able to remain motionless,” she said, “no matter what. The lives of her sisters may depend on it. You will stand here without moving until I tell you that you may move. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said. She gave a curt nod, then swiftly climbed out of the pit. Even as she did so, I noticed the ants beginning to come out of the walls of the pit. They were large ants, as big as one of my fingers, and they clearly had the scent of the honey. In short time, they found me, and began to crawl up my body. Soon, I was covered in both honey and a milling layer of ants. Still, I did not move.

“Now,” called the Matron, “climb out. Silently.” I looked for the rope, but they had pulled it up after the Matron. I would have to climb the walls of the pit. I walked carefully to the place that looked likeliest, and began to climb.

The first ant bit me almost immediately, disturbed as I placed a foot onto the rock wall for purchase. It was as though a hot poker had been applied to my foot and held there. I stifled the cry that came to my lips, and, after a moment, began again. The bites came more often as I left the floor of the pit behind, and the pain never lessened, only increased with each bite. Halfway up, the Matron called out, “Stop. Hold there.” I clung to the face of the rock, my every impulse to drop back down, to roll on the ground, to tear the creatures from my skin. But I held steady. “Now, climb,” the Matron eventually said. I continued up, the climb becoming harder now as the swelling began to set in all over my limbs. Still, somehow I reached the top, trying not to gasp, and pulled myself onto the ground. I stood, wavering, but on my feet. My eyesight was blurring.

One of the warriors brought an aromatic torch nearby, which produced a great deal of smoke. She wafted the smoke toward me, and when the ants were exposed to it, they fled. Soon, they were off of my body. The Matron examined me, and nodded to her warriors. “Let her clean herself,” she said, then turned to me. “Sleep the day. We will continue at sunset.”

I was taken to a nearby stream, and almost fell into the water. Its coolness was a blessing, and at first I simply lay in it and let the water wash over me. The pain was still excruciating, and showed no signs of fading. I scrubbed the remainder of the honey from my body. When I finally emerged, my clothing was returned to me, and my pack.

I thought about the potion. Someone had delivered me both a bouquet and a potion at the play. Savo gave them to me, but did not tell me who they were from. What she told me made little sense, and before I could pin her down about it, she had left the theater, so I was left to speculate on my own. I considered who might send such a gift, and only one name seemed likely. It was with a pang in my heart that I thought of them.

The potion was called Stone Blood, and would help in closing open wounds. The ant bites did not exactly fit the bill, so I decided to hold onto it. The bites all over my body burned intensely still, and walking was difficult. I stumbled to the base of a tree. One of the warriors caught my arm and helped me sit, which surprised me. There was a look of . . . not approval, necessarily, but maybe surprise? As though she what I had done was unexpected, but welcomed. “Drink this,” she said, and held a flask to my lips. It tasted medicinal, and I began to feel sleepy immediately. As I began to drift off, she pulled a leaf from her pack and began to rub it on the bites. Where the leaf touched, the pain faded somewhat. As the relief increased, I fell deeply asleep.

When I awoke again, the swelling had gone down quite a bit, though the bites were still quite visible. The level of pain was more manageable, and I could move more freely. In front of me sat three warriors. The looked at me expectantly. I climbed to my feet, and they rose up as I did. Wordlessly, they led me to the Matron.

She regarded me as I approached. “You have shown you can follow,” she said, “but at times a sister must also lead. The tempered ones that live on our border have tried to expand their territory into our hunting grounds. This will disrupt the natural order of things, corrupting the very water beneath the soil, as well as that which grows and feeds on it. These warriors are yours,” she gestured to the three who had been with me when I awoke. “Drive them from our lands. But remember—our numbers are few. All must return. Know when to fight, and when to run.”

Fhey had said as much to me before I left. I nodded, and looked to the warriors, who were at the ready. “My bow?” I asked.

“No,” said the Matron. “No weapons for you. They are your weapons. Use them well, and keep them safe.”

So I was not even to be allowed to help? I had not expected that. I have never been a leader in warfare, always part of unit under someone else’s command. The only time I have led anything was directing a play for the Palazzo, and that is hardly the same thing. And since I had no command of huntspeak, I felt even more limited. But I led the warriors away, and off toward the border of the Sylphlands.

The incursion was easy to find. The tempered ones had found a forest spring and doubtless had decided to make it their own. No wonder the Matron is concerned, I thought. The influence of these dark ones would spread from here to wherever else that water touches.

“I don’t speak your huntspeak,” I whispered to the warriors. “But I shall need to signal you.”

“We can’t teach it to you now,” said one of them, an edge in her voice.

“Of course not. But you can teach me how to say “Attack,” and “Withdraw.” And I can point. That will have to be enough.”

So they taught me the two words I needed, and I told them where to go, sending each of them to a different spot in preparation. The sylphs had the greater numbers, especially without me being able to fight. And they had magic, which is always a difficult thing to counter in any battle.

But though I could not fight myself—well, at least I wasn’t supposed to—it did not mean I could do nothing. I crept as close as I dare without being seen. Checking to see that the others were in place, I sprang forth with a cry.

The sylphs reacted with predictable anger. A flash of electricity sizzled through the air, which I dodged. I ran. Many followed me, while a few stayed behind to guard the camp. I ran past the first of my warriors, signaling them to attack. They waited until I had passed, then began to pick off the sylphs in the rear of the pursuers as they passed. I did the same as I passed the hiding spots of each of the other warriors, and their careful shots soon reduced the number of pursuers to nothing. I stopped to catch my breath, the run having been strenuous. All that remained were the sylphs guarding the camp, and their numbers were now few. I directed the warriors to approach from all sides, and again distracted the sylphs by appearing in front of them. As the surprised sylphs angrily confronted me, they were decimated from the other three sides by a rain of arrows.

The warriors returned to me, nodding in satisfaction. But before we left, we burned anything in the area with a touch of corruption to it. We returned to the Matron.

“Is it done?” she asked. I simply nodded. She looked to the warriors.

“The sylphs are gone,” one of them said. “Her plan was cleverly crafted.”

The Matron had a glint in her eye, but nodded. “Good,” she said. “The final task is before you, then.”

She and the warriors led me to a thicket of briars. I noticed some consternation amongst the warriors, but the Matron stifled it. The thicket was quiet, and no other creatures were about, not even the sound of insects. From her pack, she took out a heavy shackle. The Matron gestured, and one of the warriors reluctantly drove the spike on one end of the shackle deep into the ground. The other end they fastened to my left leg.

I have a fear of captivity . . . for obvious reasons. But I held steady. “We are near the lair of an old one,” the Matron said. “None dare trespass on his land. They will arise with the dawn. You will face them, and be judged. Defeat them, or make peace with them, it matters not. If you are alive when we return, you will have succeeded.”

The warriors continued to seem unhappy, but she led them away. One of them whispered, “Here, sister,” and placed a vial in my hand. It was the Stone Blood potion. I stashed it in my shirt. “You may be an outsider, but this is not right,” she whispered, giving my shoulder a squeeze before hurrying to catch up to the others.

I judged how much time remained before sunrise, and laid down to get what sleep I could before whatever was going to awaken did so.

I awoke just before dawn, and tested the boundaries my shackle would allow me to roam within—how far I could run, essentially, or jump. I kept watch in all directions, not sure from which way the “old one” would approach.

The light of morning was diminished by an encroaching storm, yet as the rain began to fall I heard heavy footfalls coming though the wood. A wild boar appeared, such as I had never imagined could live. It was massive both in height and breadth, and it sniffed the air angrily. It noticed me quickly, and I braced myself for the charge I knew was imminent.

Which is where I began this tale. And so it lumbered across the space between us, the ground shaking from its passage. I gazed into those eyes, red with anger and . . . something else. Pain? I was familiar with both, and recognized them. A look passed between us, a moment of understanding, though it did nothing to slow the charge.

When it was almost upon me, I looked to my right, hoping to draw the attention of the creature that way, if only for a moment. The ploy worked, and it broke its gaze on me for the smallest of instants. I leapt the moved the other direction and leapt up, so that my shackle went under the enormous and caught the creature’s legs. While it did succeed in tripping the beast, its forward motion pulled the chain viciously along with it, flinging me to the ground before the creature. I was stunned briefly, as was the “old one.” I regained my feet first, though I was bleeding severely in the area of shackle. Staggering, I wrapped the chain several times around the creature’s snout. As I did so, I noticed an unpleasant odor emanating from its mouth. Looking closer, I noticed one of its tusks was clearly infected. That’s where its pain is coming from, I thought. I felt pity for the beast.

Feeling weaker from loss of blood, I took out the potion and treated my leg to stop the bleeding. It was immediately effective, and I gave silent thanks to whoever had sent it to me (was it her?), then turned back to the beast, which was trying now to regain its feet. Our eyes met a second time, and I reached out to gently touch its snout, murmuring calming sounds. I rubbed the potion onto the infection, hoping it would numb the area to pain. Finally, bracing my legs, I gripped its tusk with both hands and pulled as hard as I could.

The tusk broke free rather more easily than I expected, probably because the infection was so deep. The boar roared in pain despite the potion, though, and reared up. This had two effect: I was pulled up into the air by my leg, and the boar was pulled back down by the end still buried in the earth.

I landed on top of the boar’s head, and took hold of its rough hair. From this perch, I poured more of the potion on the empty place where the tusk had been, leaving me with none left. The boar calmed, however, and as the storm continued, I tried to urge the boar into motion.

It began to pull on the chain, once more attempting to gain its freedom, and with its great strength, it eventually wrenched the shackle from the ground. I slid from the boar’s head and unwrapped the chain from its snout. We regarded each other for a moment in the midst of the tempest. Finally, it lumbered away. Was it allowing me to live in thanks for removing the source of its pain? I shall never know.

The storm continued throughout the day, and as night fell it raged on. I returned to the Keeper’s campsite to find them sheltered beneath the trees. Lightning flashed as I strode into the campsite, dragging the shackle behind me, and holding aloft the boar’s tusk.

“For you,” I said, and tossed it at the Matron’s feet. With a last flash of lightning, the storm abated, and it grew very quiet in the forest.

The Matron said nothing for a moment, then bent and retrieved the tusk. She nodded. “Menphina has smiled on you,” she said, disbelief in her voice.

“Tell her,” said one of the others. “She should know,” said another.

The Matron sighed. “I think I wanted you to fail,” she said. “It is tradition that you be tested with the shackle like this, but the choice of opponent . . . it was unfair to choose an old one of the forest for such a task. I have disgraced myself in the eyes of Menphina. You clearly have her favor.”

I shook my head. “I honor Menphina, though she is not my patron. But she is a goddess of love. I don’t think she favors me at all.”

“Menphina works in her own time. How else could you have survived the Rite?” asked the Matron.

“Then it is over?”

“Yes,” she said. “You may not be a Keeper like us, but you are a sister of the moon now. Tell us, sister, what should we call you?”

I gave them the only name they would understand. “Ahlia Chelewae,” I said.

There was a murmur among the warriors. “Chelewae?” said the Matron. “Your mother was a Chelewae? Few of that name remain . . . but there is strength in that bloodline. Now Menphina’s choice makes more sense. Now, let us celebrate.

Dry wood was brought out, and a fire soon raged. “The ear clasps,” the Matron said with a gesture. A warrior produced them and approached. In the flickering light, I could see the silver of their making was no longer bright.

“They’re red,” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” said the Matron. “They are like ours now, stained with the blood of your sisters, then covered with a clear resin. They will bind you to us always, now.” She reached up and attached them to my ears. “Welcome, Ahlia. Now greet your sisters.”

My face was painted like a warrior’s, and the celebration began. We danced through the night around the fire, and played music that thrummed like the blood running through my veins. At dawn, I bid them farewell, with embraces and clasping of hands. I wondered how my mother, who had rejected all this, would feel about what I had done. Would she be angry? Or would she be pleased I now had sisters she was never able to give me?

I traveled swiftly, pausing to rest from my exertions only briefly, and traveled to the North Shroud. My feet once again took me to Fallgourd Float, and in the Bobbing Cork I confronted the Elezen gentleman who had first put this task to me. He was quite shocked to see me arrive in full war paint.

“I have done as you asked,” I said. “Now, tell me what I wish to know, starting with who you are, and for whom do you work?”

“My name is Gallafort Regier,” he said, “but my employer’s name must still remain a secret.” He glance at the ear clasps and nodded. “So you succeeded, after all. I am surprised, I must admit, though my employer will be pleased. Yet there is more that must be done.”

“More?” I said, stepping closer, in what must have been a threatening posture with my current appearance. “Do you have any idea what I have been through?”

“Only some,” he admitted. “Yet the test is not complete. You have explored your mother’s heritage, but what of your father’s?” He handed me an envelope. “The same task is before you as before: gain the favor of a Seeker tribe. Prove yourself your father’s child as well. Then return to me here.”

“What’s this?” I asked, waving the envelope.

“A name. Ask for them in Forgotten Springs, and you will find direction. Or don’t, and resolve yourself to failing the test.”

I turned and strode away, and walked out of Fallgourd Float toward home. After everything . . . how could more be asked? Was a house worth all of this?

Yet I knew this had become about more than just a house. In my heart, I knew Regier was right, and that I was only half done. Still there was a lot to consider. I knew who I wanted to talk things over with . . . and I also knew, it wasn’t possible. My heart clenched, and my breath caught in my throat.

I opened the envelope on the walk home.

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chickenstuffedwithmozzarella · 6 years

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Hello! I'm going to start answering the old ask first and then the one about the show, okay? Last week was busy? Because of Mother's Day? Or something else? I dont know if i have to cheer you up saying "dont worry, this week everything is going to go back to normal", or if i shouldnt because that will mean you'll get bored at work🙊 Did you brought the ballons finally? (1)

HIIII LOVE!!!! Ufffff, I didn’t realized Mother’s Day meant May was starting,jajajaja. May is our August. We have A LOT of places to go to make candy bars, do you know what it is? Well, we put it on communions, weddings… and we have a couple every weekend. So we make the things we put on the bar during the week. It’s a lot of work for all of us, but it’s the month we make the most money,jajajaja, so 🤷🏻‍♀️.I FORGOT the balloons 🤦🏻‍♀️😔. I totally did. I didn’t think about them till a bit before the show started, lol. It would have been so cool, but I totally forgot.

U didnt go to a lot of concerts? Dont say that! I’ve only gone to 2/3 shows. Not much. & much less this days, with so many festivals. Oh, yeah. Ed came some years ago, but i was too young. Uh, i feel u, the sale of the tickets was crazy. Like, we were supposed to go to see him in Mdd, and we ended up in Bcn, & with another kind of ticket, not the one we had agreed to buy. But totally worth it!! I know he has a reputation for being tedious and repetitive, but his sound live is not like that. (2)

Oh, there are so many concert and festivals these days. I guess I never was a kid to ask my parents for a lot of things, and I never really had someone who I liked enough to ask to go concerts,so 🤷🏻‍♀️. But I love concerts. The ambient… well, I already told you,jajaja. It feels like you’re around your people, or at least to me, bc I don’t know anyone in real life who likes the same music as I. And I loved it the time in the line,jajja. It was like we were camping. I don’t know, jajaja, it felt right. Ed has that reputation? I dididnt know about it. I’ve see a couple of videos, and I found it so difficult what he does,jajja, with the guitar and the pedal he uses to record his voice and all that.

HAHAHAHA. I am laughing because now you have not only managed to find a Larrie at Harrys’s show, but also at Niall’s!! Either there’s many of us, or you are a Larrie Magnet😂 How can i do the same?? Show me. She keeps up because i have tumble, and her bffs also have tumblr and twitter and they share the news on the groupchat. I mean, she doesnt know everything (no one does) but we tell her the important things.(3)

Jajajajajja, I think I’m s larrie-magnet,🤣🤣🤣. Hey, you have your own larrie-pal at home, what more do you need??? Jajaja. (I have my own anti at home, so…). You tell her important things??? I hope you’ve tell her about Louis last night!! Jajajja mymy, did you see him??? I missed him so much. He looked so good. And he’s so good. Ay, I could cry,bc he deserves a lot better from everyone, from life… You know “hay gente que nace con estrella, y gente que nace estrellada”? Well, I always think that about Louis. He never gets it right. But I really hope the future holds only good things for him. :/Well, your sister and her friends sound more organized than me, jajajajjaja. I’m now in a group chat, ajajaja, we’ll see how that works, or if I have Togo out bc they talk too much,jajajaja (I’m old, my phone ringing too much, makes me cranky🤣🤣🤣🤣👵🏻)

Yes, men suits tend to be more boring. Harry need to do something, but at the same time, dont. Harry + red carpets + cool suits + HQ pictures = my dead. Oh wow. You really are half-witch. JAJAJAJAA. Me as your sister trying to take profit of your hability. Isnt she smart?😂😂 did you really guess the birth of the little girl? How? (Can you guess the end of BG too? Pls end it). Oh! Okay, i get it now. He sounds pretty special then. (4)

Jajjaja jajajja, that’s true (I sometimes say things that louis (mostly) has said, jajaja, and that’s true is his response to Harry’s “the wind make nice waves”, jajajja, so read it with Louis’ voice😝). See?i almost had a heart attack yesterday when I saw Louis in a suit,jajajja.Well, she’s always looking at ways to make money of everything,jajja (no she doesn’t, but she does it more than me). I don’t know how,jajaja, we were making a “porra” and I thought that+and that+and that… it was more a guess, than a prediction, jejejeje. And I can’t control my predictions, they usually happen in my dreams. I wish I could end it. I’ve been wishing for it to end blowing my birthday candles for years, jajaja (and I can’t believe it’s been years 🤦🏻‍♀️)

Gay parade? JAJAJAJA. Listen, but why? Why would u take a cake to a parade? Do ppl usually do that? I’ve never seen it. Uuuh. Yes. Of course we are queer because its trendy, thats what we, dumb&young people do. Of couse. Being hated because of that is so cool!! I hate that logic. Uh. Not all changes are bad, and just bcs you dont see LGTB+ people doesnt mean they dont exist. I’m so sorry you had to stand that while you couldnt even yell at him! And you cake didnt deserve that insult either. (5)

Yeah, I don’t know his logic, but I guess he doesn’t use logic that much when he says things like that. And yeah, I mean, if you’ve never been hated for something like that, it can be hard to imagine. But also, I hate people who doesn’t care about their surroundings, y'know. I might never felt hated because my color skin (I’m white), but I know dark-skinned people suffer for it. So I’ll attend at whatever they say. And if I can make something to alleviate their pain or help them, I try to do it, y'know. But I can’t with people who only knows their own reality and doesn’t care to learn about the rest. (I don’t know if I’m making any sense bc I’ve been writing this sentence for a couple of hours,lol)

Oh no. She wasnt kind. It was meant to show me that she thinks i am to annoying and political, but i dont mind. It is what it is. What i found sad is that it wasnt even a boy who said that but a girl, but well. Whatever. Oh nono. Dont worry. I was just complaining because thats what i live for. I enjoy learning, but not this way. Anyway, it’s just one month and then summer!! I dont know if i will be working or not, but either way, it’s a great perspective. (6)

I feel like I have to say hi again, lol. I started writing yesterday (Tuesday) in the morning and now is Wednesday night 😒. May is so busy at the shop. And to add to that, today at 8am my cousin’s mom called me because he had woke up at 5am. He has a sleeping disorder, and sometimes he wakes up at 4-5am and he doesn’t go back to sleep. And I’m there for those days (bc the parents has to go to work, obviously). Anyway, I have to answer you now bc tomorrow will be busy too. I have to go to the shop to help my sister, bc we have TOO much to do.

Well, she doesn’t sound very kind. And I don’t know how good of a friend she can be if she says those things to you. And yes, I agree. I don’t like when people thinks like that, but when is a woman… I can’t. It’s like when some women say that “I’m sure she provoked him” when a girl is abused or raped. 😡😡😡.i, than am all for women solidarity, can’t comprehend how women can be “machista” (I can’t find the world in English?).And yeah, I’m the same. I love learning things, but I don’t like to be graded,jajajja. And, a free summer to go on vacation, or just rest, sounds amazing. But also, the money you can make working, sounds amazing, too,jajajjaja. Some people work for a month, and then enjoy the rest 🤷🏻‍♀️.

YEES. I SAW THE PICS. HE WAS SO CUUYTE. AND SMILING. Tought i feel bad because there was a lot of people around him and i dont like it. It gaves me the impression that people treat them as shiw monkeys :(. But anyway, i saw him!! 😍😍😍 Yep. I saw that theories too. Idk anything, but if that’s what he is doing, then i’ll wait. Of course i will. Did fhey really put For You in Pasapalabra? JAJAJAJA. He is trudly successing in life😂 Que nivel! (I sound ironic but I’m really happy internally). (7)

Awwwww, did you see him at that award show??? He is such a good person?? I hate that media doesn’t focus on that side of him. He’s kind, lovely, good amazing hugs, did you see how he kept rubbing her shoulder to keep her calm???? OMG! And,yeah, I hate that there’s always the same people around him, like he was a zoo animal.Yeah, I don’t watch Pasapalabra, but I got to watch it for a moment one day, and they have like this musical minute? And they played For You. I told my brother, and he told me that they play the same song every day for a week or more. So, I’m glad for Liam. He has a very good team behind him.

Surgery? Okay okay. Then i’m not asking, but i’m sending you luck and hugs!!! 🍀💕 I just saw that you did tell me about your irish nails. I must have not read that that day. Ups, sorry. I have finals, yes. I start tomorrow and i finish (if i pass everything at first try) around the 10th of June. I just have to suffer for a few weeks more.🤷 Thanks for asking!! (8)

Thanks love. I haven’t told anyone. Not even my friends know about it yet.

Ohhhhh, you’re in the middle of your exams. I really really wish you the best. That everything goes well, and you stay calm. And I hope you pass everything at your first try, so your summer is a bit longer. 😚😚

#o my lovely flower anon #I feel like this message is a complete mess #sorry if I don’t make any sense #or if I forgot to answer to something #or maybe I let a sentence without finishing it #🙄🙄 I’m able to do that in real life too #much love!

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