*Ace*
Saturday morning, I push my body to the limit, lifting the bells one after the other. Left arm. Right arm. Left. Right. A few years ago, I designed an instrument that was easier to hold and had a blacksmith forge my creation into existence. Although my right hand is still tender from its encounter with Duckling's jaw and protests the abuse, I welcome the distraction because it takes my mind off her, if only for short spells at a time.
I nearly went to the Fair and Spare last night, hoping to run into Marguerite. Not that she would have welcomed me, not with the way she had walked away from me. Her posture might as well have screamed, 'Go to the devil.' Damn, if I don't admire her all the more for it.
So instead, during the late hours, I wander aimlessly through my residence, her f
