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Good day to you, terrans. I continue to record my adventures on your internet. Enjoy. -P

Another kill!
And overkill!
We nabbed a fearsome beast!
He didn’t stand
A chance. Our band
All talked about the feast.

Now not to brag,
I felt I had
Grown quite good at the hunt.
The hunt made sense.
No dissonance,
No mystery, just good fun.

No whispering,
No no-aging
(Though no complaints right there),
There was something
Not strange to me:
That look from ‘neath her hair.

Salacious? No
But interest though,
Something inviting too.
Both “I must wait.”
“Initiate!”
Just what was I to do?

I was not free
For what might be
For me on down her way.
Was she a sure
Adventurer?
Or was Fairbow fair bait?

The sun went down.
Folks gathered round
The fire for song and dance.
Now, I’d sat there
For space and air,
But I gave fun a chance.

The crew joined me.
And kept chatting
About all kinds of things.
But Dancing Sprout
Drowned all them out.
The man sure loved to sing…

Still new to chants,
No mood to dance
(Not quite in their own way),
So I produced
A hunting-flute
(I'd fashioned day-by-day
(From an old pen
I'd found) and then
Unplugged the nib to play.

Then quickly stopped.
And we all stopped,
The heavens to survey.
I scanned the skies
While deep inside
(Subconsciously?) I prayed…

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Engrossed in scrolls,
Of chronicles,
Quite dappled with their songs.
I learned their lore
While searching for
Their sense of righting wrongs
And what war cost
When peace was lost
And how tribes got along.
My fairy friend
Often dropped in,
And oft her face was long…

And mystery
Surrounded me,
Like: No one seemed to age.
Those friends of mine
Stayed in their prime.
Except the peaceful sage.
And I read strands
On cursed lands
With fates much worse than death.
The soul that fell
Revived until:
“They'd never drawn a breath.” (?!?)

“We do mature
With adventure,
But here, no one will age.
Your master goes
Away, and so
It shows upon his face.”
Then Fairbow seemed
Concerned for me.
Her dad walked up to us:
“It’s hard to pass
His torch. Alas,
It seems like now he must.”

I went back home.
I mean his home.
Twas crowded in my mind.
From just confused,
I now refused
To think him soon to die!
I could implore
Of him some more,
Perhaps over that tea.
Then, there they were,
My host and her,
The fairy, whispering…

I left to roam
Back toward his home.
Twas crowded in my mind.
First, just confused,
I now refused
To think him soon to die!
I would implore
Of him some more,
Perhaps over that tea-
Then, there they were,
My host and her,
The fairy, whispering…

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Her words were few.
“What troubles you?”
Fairbow improved the view.
My talk had changed.
It held thoughts strange
To them, the world they knew,
Now more than when
They’d let me in
Their trading circles too.
But she still talked
With me… or walked.
(I talked enough for two.)

“It’s (now, like then):
To save a friend
That I do what do.
But, more entwined,
Just how am I
To mount my friend’s rescue?
The vision strange,
Of him in chains,
Was it only the tea?
And if the tea,
Then it may be
His voice will cross the sea
While I’m away
At chores all day
Or lost within that cloud
Of thoughts of peace,
Diplomacies-
Did I say that out loud?”

With “Maybe,” she
Made memory
Of her, all picturesque.
Her smile, that glade,
Together made
Distractions from my desk.
Yet duty called
“Must read it all,
But first you'll learn to read.”
Which meant their tongue,
A fairy one,
And some hard to believe…

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When we arrived
We came inside,
And he made us a meal.
Reluctantly,
I heard his peace.
He offered me the deal
And asked of me:
“Are we agreed?”
And stood to shake my hand.
He stood just as
My ol' friend had
As dreamt out on the sand!
Reflexively,
I clasped. “Agreed!”
And that’s how it began.

I trudged ahead
Til, exhausted,
I slept without a fight.
My afternoons
And evenings too
Were spent in a new life
And learning more
Of distant shores,
Close islands, other tribes.

Twas hunts and talks
And chores and walks
There was so much to do.
But now and then
I dined with friends
At Small Bow’s with the crew.
There, appetites
For food, play fights,
And song would get their fill.
And after that
We’d all relax
With pipe and talk to chill.
And once the Sprout
Did win a bout,
Distracting Stomping Bird!
(When nearly beat,
He tickled feet.
For miles our laughs were heard.)

Yes, everyone
Had lots of fun
Diverted from their cares.
When things calmed down,
I grew a frown.
My thoughts took me elsewhere…

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“What job?” I snipped.
“Apprenticeship”
“Woah, wait. I won’t get paid?”
“You pay for it.”
“I Pay For It?!?!”
“You pay to learn the trade.”
“The hunt suits me.”
“Then it will be
How you will get his pay.
Your new friend, he
Is elderly-
Now move! I know the way.”

As she explained
His efforts strained
His old and weary bones.
“He treks quite far,
And light things are
Like lifting heavy stones…
It's honor-choose-
Or-honor-lose.
(Ungrateful undertones.)

“It’s always been
One from within.
To choose from out the clan
Is shocking rare,
And one from where-
Well, folks won’t understand.”

“It sounds like I
Should step aside,
Avoid the envy, strife.”

“You’ll show no sense!
They’ll take offense.
You’ll snub their way of life!”

Persuasively
She spoke to me
As she had done with him.
The man observed,
Had watched and learned.
My prospects first seemed grim.
But, per the fae,
“The other way
Could risk both life and limb.”

I’d come to see
More lay beneath
My fairy’s subtle plan
For me to slip
From Small Bow’s grip
(And too: his daughter’s hand).