To be more specific, I went to speak to the Father. He, like most in Midian, had an Irish accent. I've run into a lot of Irish folks lately, including a rabbit hybrid and a researcher. Like most of the Irish I've met, he seemed rough somehow.
Of course the root of my being there was Lily. I fear I am losing her slowly Father, that she is becoming distant. Not just to me, she seems distant even from within. What the Father brought to the light was the fact that I was scared of her going down the same path as me, or worse, Fluffy. And he is right.
Ayr saved me, and showed me a new family. Along the way, that new family taught me to not be ashamed of my body or what I am now. According to the Father, whom by the way is called Eamon Cale, I should return the favor to Lily. Show her and remind her that she is family and that she is loved.
I think I just needed someone to tell me that.
In other news, I seem to have grown attached to a new addition to the Pack, a wolf pup named Ravie. She is very sweet, but also rough. It seems she is still used to living on the streets, so city life now appears something strange. She has no problem bringing or finding trouble.
Today for example, she seemed very upset over something, snarling and picking fights with anything that moved, including a passing catwalker and myself. Sometime later, she threw a grenade (pin attached) at a sleeping bio-mech after it told her to be quiet. Shiro and I decided not to stay in case it wished to fight. A little later that night, she ran off on an fractured toe and was returned on horseback by a shady figure.
I admit I have not had such an eventful day in a long time.
However leisure is looking really nice too.
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