Ghali

Found:

A new plan!

Today has been interesting.

Neyaa. Dear, darling, delectable Neyaa! Oohhh, that woman!

Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all.

Seems I've spent too often, in recent months, shedding tears and willingly letting my mind shatter, for what was never anything else other than a dead end. Oh, how could I be so foolish. I was better than this. I am better than this. So why am I crying right now? Where is there still tears lining my bruised cheeks.

Sitting in the dark and the silence of the newly remodeled front room, Gilsel lifted a goblet to her lips, sipping slowly of the contents. She was not usually given to drinking, preferring to keep a clear mind, but the last few days had been difficult.

• two rag dolls: replicas of me and Meary
• • cannot start until Meary brings materials
  • charge: 20 silver coins
• three figurines of a little boy with a straw hat and funny backpack
• • a week's time
  • charge: free

• free meat from the Blooms for the next seven weeks
• 5 silver coins

The night was nearly spent now. The stars had begun to fade as a faint blush lightened the far horizon. All was silent save for the soft breathing of Ghali, but it would not remain so for long. Soon enough the birds would begin to wake and, shortly thereafter, the early risers amongst the local population. Daybreak would follow and with it a new host of problems eager to take her attention and time.

The faint rustle of the sheets brought her out of her reverie. Before she could fall back to her thoughts, small noises sounded. At first she thought them whimpers. Did Ghali suffer from night terrors? Vaguely intrigued, she turned away from the window, looking over her shoulder at his shrouded form. Dim though the room was at this time of night, she could just make out the smile upon his face. Dream he did but, she suspected, it was quite the opposite of a nightmare.

She stood in a room that was not hers, wearing a robe that was far too big for her. Hands clasped behind her back, she stared thoughtfully out of the window at the slowly passing night whilst behind her, upon the bed, lay the sleeping form of Ghali. Nothing untoward had happened between them, of course. She would not allow it and he would not press her.

• a new flute
  • due in one week four days
  • free of charge
• a pig toy thing sculpture (?)
  • dimensions: three feet tall and a little fatter than the usual pig, plus a big smile!
  • no set date ongoing
  • pigments by Meary, painting will be done with Meary
  • free of charge / free meat from the butcher's

The red sun shone behind his figure. He was dirty, he was panting, and blood was dripping down over his eye. The scimitar and the shield were left to the dirt, for he was far too dizzy to carry any weight aside from his own. But he was alive, and it was the best circumstance he could find himself in.