Seriously, if it weren’t for the distinct aroma of shit and the fact that there’s no bookstore and not a goddamn thing to do, I’d swear we were back in Jasper Cove.
Smelly blue dragon in bizarre hybrid human form was in the tavern when I walked in. Nathaniel was there, and I’m sure we need to talk, but I ignored him and tried to have a conversation with Mr Smelly, who proceeded to tell me my knowledge of English definition was wrong. Listen arsehole; I’ve got a Master’s Degree. You’ve got a poor command of basic sentence structure and a personal hygiene problem.
Then there was playing with crystals, which just made me giggle. Stinky Blue Dragon made a tankard float, which was pretty cool. Nathaniel managed to make one glow a bit. Personally, I’ve never been into crystals. I also never believed that enlightened aliens were speaking through people on earth and urging us all to give said people money.
Smelly Blue Dragon turned into fucking huge smelly blue dragon when he finally left. I went out for a walk after that, mostly to avoid talking to Nathaniel, because I fucking hate getting dumped when I haven’t even been picked up, and I know that’s what’s going to happen.
Saw Aoibh, but we didn’t speak. Why am I so angry all the time?
Three Twisted Knots 