A New Friend

I met a lovely young lady named Cerviel today, I really made a huge mistake because when I saw her performing, she looked for a moment so much like my mother, there was such an overwhelming amount of emotions that I am afraid my littlest self came forward. But that wasn’t the worst of it, she very kindly came down on my level and leaned her face in close and not understanding what an intrusion it was, little me put her forehead to hers and shared our memory of mother. I, of course, know that this is wrong on many levels and I wouldn’t force that on anyone, but littlest me—she just didn’t understand. Poor Jack tried to quickly take me aside and Cerviel very graciously just went with the flow, took my hand and brought me back to my things. Jack thinks it was too busy and too many people were watching Cerviel’s performance to notice anything.
 
Cerviel’s performance was amazing, by the by, Ialtil would have loved her performance, she was so alive and so present in the moment and in the emotions of the poetry she had written, it was quite beautiful to see, I need to ask Cerviel if she ever chooses to talk to me again if she will give me a copy of the poem.
 
It was funny to speak with her after, I used to see girls in the village now and again, groups of them all clinging together and laughing and holding hands and talking animatedly about the strangest of things. They didn’t seem to really see the world and they didn’t ever seem to see me, other than to whisper and hurry away. Cerviel seemed to see me and not be afraid but to even be interested, if that can be believed! There is a fire in her that I wonder if she realizes is so very strong. We’ll see if she comes around again, Jack says I need to stay near the city for a little bit and sell some things, he doesn’t want me to try to head back towards home until I have restocked and maybe found a place to sell me a magical bag. He said I’ve come further then usual and it isn’t safe for me to just head out, so I’ll sell some elixirs, forage outside of the city, sell some magical tattoos perhaps and try to find a small magical shop.
 
I hate that I worried Jack today, but I’m very glad to have met Cerviel, she doesn’t look exactly like mother at all, it was just startling at first, and there was such a fire in her when she performed it lit her up and … well, she was beautiful like mother. I should share the song Ialtil used to sing to me when I was little if we meet again, I think she would like it.