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reflections for the lost18. A Hand in the SackAs a child, my biggest regret was not being able to carry everything I possibly thought that I might need with me. I would carry my journal, two ink wells, two pens, a sharpening knife, a disc of glass, at least ten feet of light rope, a few rocks, and at least a marble or two in with other bits and tids. Now that I am older, I still possess very little aside what I can strap to my back some sometimes the horse I am riding away with. I came into the Otherworld prepared to the hilt, expecting to be prepared for nothing. So far the glass flasks I brought all safely have stored away strange waters and other liquids. My small fired clay box has kept sand and other materials from harm. Now, after fighting the Spiders I have found this most wonderful small leather backpack. I am not sure who Heward is, or was, perhaps very long ago. Whomever Heward was, his backpack has become my next favorite possession, close behind the Wings. I could barely conceal the excitement in my voice when Rihana described what it was capable of- extra storage space far larger than the bag itself! I was bubbling with excitement when it came my turn to persuasively speak the reasons of why I should carry the wonderful Haversack instead of my fellow companions. I carefully unpacked every ounce of item within my own leather backpack, showing everyone the valuable flasks that held specimens of liquids, dusts, and fey dirt, showed everyone the complex set of pouches and pockets each carefully arranged and well packed. Someone even suggested that I wouldn't need it because I am too efficient in packing! But I then quietly suggested how long it might take me to get to one of my components which might be needed right then and there, and no time else. Everyone quickly agreed and I am still struck with fits of giggles when I realize my fortune. Perhaps my fortunate luck has not left me on the wayside, after all.Previous Entry Next Entry |