The opening of Summerfaire went off without a hitch. I adore helping with the ceremony though I am always wrought with anxiety before hand. More-so this time as there was a Consecration of the Shieldwall shrine prior to the Opening Ceremony. The Gods must have been pleased for we radiated Godly Blessings afterwards. I hope Topaz was pleased. I look forward to what funning I can partake in during this festive time of the summer season. I have already had fun with some wood carving, thanks to Honor hosting the event. I was quite surprised that my carving had been selected as a winner. I had wanted to give the carving to the Wolf, but I understood the rules and am pleased with the result.

I’m hoping that later, we will try our hand at sand sculpting. I've already got an idea in mind, and I have spent much time over these past years drawing and building things within the sand. The best part will just be spending time with the Wolf and the others we call family, brethren and friends. I just need to be mindful and careful not to reopen this bloody wound hauling water and sand about. How the horror got me off my guard, I do not know. I was focused that day. Or so I had thought...

A few turns back the Wolf and I played in the water, and it was perfectly silly, carefree and fun. He threw me in, so I had no real choice in the matter - though he must know it is what I had wanted to do all along. We splashed and swam and played. And I even managed to dunk the big bad Wolf underwater; declaring myself to have won the game. However, I was obviously unable to throw him across the water, or even budge him, try as I did - yet he flung me out across the water with such ease, laughing the entire time. Strong is the Wolf.

We talked about Bob, the tentacle monster I believe lives at the bottom of the pond - or the bottom of any body of water. When things and stuff from underwater touch my feet or brush across my legs, and I have no idea what it is, then it must be Bob. It just has to be Bob - makes sense to me. It’s easier to say it is Bob then wonder what else it could really be. The Wolf said Bob only eats clerics when he is super hungry....or something like that.

As I was splashing around in the water and slowly making my way out towards the sitting Wolf, he asked me what my favorite water creature was. I joined him and sat close to him on the bank of the pond. As he combed my hair, I pondered his question. I couldn't really decide, I love so many creatures and I rambled off a few though, there are so many more. I then asked him the same question.

He answered quite simply - "you".

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Night falls as if slain by the Sunrifter
a salvation for which you've longed
flares once and then dies;
swept away by the seas of darkness - lost.
And all that you fear has become real.

Your heart beats slowly and then no more.
Could you abandon all you love?
Dark thoughts surround us, drain us;
have we have lost our blessed Light?

Should darkness bleeds sunrifter of her light,
and there settles a chill so cold it burns.
Will they fall beside each other; locked in embrace
choking on the dust of their flesh?
Will the flowers forgive the corpses they lay upon?
Will they grow in bittersweet repose?

Night soothes my mind and the moon calls my kind.
Are we beyond comprehension and mortal redemption?

I tread softly upon the land on which I have not before stood...

In the midst of harmony dark clouds brood,
in the dead zone of my mind visions swirl.
Within an abyss of pained memories,
a chilled air begins to enfold us.
Malevolent entities circle and creep,
Cries of surrender take over me.
One by one they will take all I love,
into the desolate garden of treachery.