i greatly enjoy climbing, being high above all things was a rare joy in Bandar...but on a boat it is simply splendid, an unexpected pleasure considering we are surrounded by water.
and while i do not mind scaling the mast and defying death consistently, i fear my claws eventually growing sore and will one day be unable to catch me when the ship sways. i fear the fall into the water more than the fall onto the deck.
i did not expect Sparkos to agree so readily to assist me. i admit i know very little about the metal man, i have never met anyone made of metal before. i get the feeling that Sparkos would be unlike anyone i have ever met regardless of his nonorganic form. . .he is so very, ah. . .dynamic. and useful! i have witnessed him patching the holes in the ship and the way his arm and hands transform and perform amazing feats!
truly, i feel a tad jealous at how very impressive he is
and yet. . .it seems we share a similar soul
he too does not know from where he originates, just as tossed into unattainable memories as i am. i grieve for him, i grieve for me, but. . .as unfortunate as it is to not know who you are, to have lived in the shadows and yet traveled this far. . .it is a gift to not be alone
Sanna is a joy. Sparkos is a gift. Grim is a light.
i am grateful for them