Overthrown

The Gathering was amazing, especially Sunday night as those of us expecting to take the field wrote our final letters to those back home in a poignant mixture of pathos and hilarity. Then we sang badly improvised songs long into the night. When we took the field, none of us really expected to survive, but even so the level of losses for the Jackals must have been unusually high- when we were caught between the pincers of the elemental forces and forced from the field or dragged towards the void gates we lost a lot of people, but the hero charge of Kindling's chosen into the back of the enemy line is one memory I will always treasure. We were aware of the danger, but it seems to greatest injustice is the randomness in the choice of those that were taken and those of us that survived. Were Ram and Shiva, Isadora and I any more deserving of survival than Milton, Philamina and Tenebris? Surely not.

How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand. There is no going back. There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep.

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Not sure whether that was actually IC or OC (except the movie quote, that was a movie quote ) but the reality drag is strong right now and, as usual, seeing people reminds me of how much I miss them the rest of the time. It was an amazing weekend and a good ending to many stories. It sucks that it was my only event in the last year, but it would have sucked more to have missed it.

I'm particularly proud of Lou for doing so many things that she would have never felt able to in the past, especially her crazy battlefield heroics. Awesome.