A good day to you, terrans, and best wishes on your weekend. In between the crazinesses on my end, I continue to record my adventures and impose them upon your internet. Enjoy. -P

Sure I was mad,
But then they had
Events there well in hand.
With nothing to
Forgive the crew,
I went to meet their clan.
Turns out that they
All play the bait,
To prove the brave a man.

One walked in front.
He lead the hunt.
Called “Stomping Bird” was he.
And “Dancing Sprout”
Bopped all about.
Brothers, apparently.
(And each did say
The other’d take
Some time to grow on me.)

We did create,
Initiate,
A clan of one with me.
Twas not their home.
I had my own,
The new “Clan from the Sea.”
No more so strange,
We could exchange.
One gave her gaze to me…

Hello Terrans. I continue to recount adventures in other worlds. See the rest of the series in a link above. Enjoy. -Pen

“You do it wrong.”
These months along
I now meet someone new,
And he comes up
To show me up
Well, him and others too.
Not fairy kind
But more like mine.
Two more approaching me,
The first said more.
“Seen you explore.
How fare you hunting beasts?”

“To hear or see
Ability,
Which one do you prefer?
Give me your best.
I’ll pass the test.
Of that rest ye assured.”

The fairy then
Did apprehend
The plot they had in mind.
She laughed at me,
Wished luck to me,
And left me in my bind.

They led me through
Their wood unto
A ruse below a cliff.
(They’d dug a pit
Right next to it.)
And then I caught a whiff.
They then told me
I’d be luring
The charging beast inside.
Dowsed in the pee
Of one in heat,
I stood and thought I’d die.

A good day to you, terrans. I hope you fare well amid the craziness on your tv. Here, things continue much the same, much exploring and then returning to the settlement to manage the daily drama. Alas. Ok, now. Where was I? Oh yes.

Now, some groups greet
And others beat
Outsiders out their land.
And others still,
Engage they will,
But just to shake your hand.
(They’ll trade and go
Back to their own.)
All this I understand.
But these guys hid.
(The island did!)
Why save the stranded man?
The minimal
For criminals
To keep blood off their hands?

Yes, help was sent.
They did relent,
But quite reluctantly.
First: “He'll fare well
Without our help!”
“Well we must go and see.”
Then: “He may die
Whate’er we try!”
“Not likely.” They agreed.
But things work out;
They balance out.
In time, they might need me.

For now, they hid,
Uninterested.
An island I’d remain.
I’d take hikes
Exploring sites.
My fairy often came.
Then nature took
A risk to look.
Her doubts I couldn’t blame.
But after when
We two were friends,
Her natives did the same…

Peace and harmony to you good people of earth. Here the squabbles between weefolk (be they halflings or dwarves) are quite grating at the moment. I could either catch up with the dwarves in their drinking or catch up with my usual in coffee. Not sure which it will be. For now, I'll just continue where I left off last time. Fare well. -Pen

I crawled unto
An old lean-to,
Collapsed, and slept the night.
When I awoke,
She rose and spoke.
Her form, it danced with light.
For words I strained,
But she explained
That otherwise she might
Have left me there
In need of care.
“…But wasting tea ain’t right.”

I laughed. It hurt.
(Though cold and curt,
She’d overlooked her smile.)
As strength returned
We spoke. I learned
Survival on the isle.
The ranger life,
The strange wildlife,
It took me quite a while.
The life I knew,
But in that- zoo
I was so infantile.

With handmade tools
We worked the cools,
The bookends of each day.
And in between
She spoke with me.
But e’er the local way.
Turns out she’d wrung
My native tongue
From me back many days.

She'd spied! I flushed
Red mad, then blushed
At times I’d cried (inside!).
But strangers were
A threat to her.
Her people always hide.

A good day and fair weather to you. Here the rain drops in a rhythm exactly like you'd expect if a giant were relieving himself on the trees. The thought does kind of put a damper on the local pleasant coolness. No harm in sharing it with you though, I figure.

Anyway, I'm writing to continue where I left off last time. Enjoy. -Pen

From piracy
To gathering
Me herbs and hunting game.
Alone. No need
To write or speak.
I did both just the same.
Then on a gale,
Faint whispers sailed,
And daily that mail came.

So I'd return
To hear and learn
And bathe in fallen rain.
Their tongue was hard
But I pressed on
(It also kept me sane.)
Besides the cleanse
And distant friends
My efforts seemed a waste.
𝘖𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴!
(Potato chips.)
(That’s how they’d always taste.)

Soon I grew sick
And it did stick.
I writhed incessantly.
The end I feared.
Then she appeared
With aromatic tea.
“So was I left
Alone bereft
For your jocosity?”
“Refuse and die
Or swallow pride.
Now which one will it be?”
Accept I did,
And then she bid
Adieu and flew from me!