mythopoeics

Today, a cat swiped a claw at me and drew blood. Guess I was taking too long to hand over what remained of my breakfast. Then one of the guard dogs was just in a bad mood and kept snarling at me. Wouldn't even let me get very close. Thought I'd go out for a hunt but one of the falcons clawed the back of my hand. He's never liked me much but he's a good one. Bastard.

Thankfully skipped on checking on the horses. Wouldn't care for a kick in the head. But I think I'll stay inside the rest of the day. It's going to be one of those days.

I've spent the past few days watching the local wildlife, and I've noticed some disturbing patterns. It makes me wonder what's on the horizon. A change is in the air.

Percival, caution your sister to keep an eye on the dog, the hawks seem restless.

I know there's been a lot of talk about marriages recently, so forgive me for adding to the clamor. I have a question for those who are already married: how long after meeting your spouse to be did you know he or she was the one you'd eventually marry?

That cat from earlier came back for one of my paintbrushes and ate it. When I reached for it, he hissed at me.

[filter; raven]
I have something to give you. And the books as well! I'll give them to you when we are back in Mictlan.