on thinking of throwing her in a game.

[bornstrong]

You throw me here, you throw me there, you forget about me and then come back. What is the point? If you want to put me someplace, put me there.

And for the love of the gods, let me stay. I've had enough sorrow.

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[dunwich_satyr]

[Have an almost eight foot satyr. He's more harmless than he looks.]

You an' me both. Th' lady I'm lodging' with keeps sayin' she'll send me somewheres, but she hasn't done nothin' about it. Said I was goin' someplace in a woods, but that ain't happened yet.

[bornstrong]

[All right, her eyes are pretty wide right now. Still, she speaks.]

It doesn't make sense to me. Why not give me a proper home?

[dunwich_satyr]

[He'll try and give her a smile, albeit a lopsided one.] No, it don't make no sense. They invite us into their ...minds or lives or something, I ain't sure how this work... an' then they don't do nothin' with us. Would like it if she let me out t' meet new folk, but she gets nervous, sez she worries folk won't know me much.

[bornstrong]

My mundane says the same thing. She is adamant that no one will recognize me.

[dunwich_satyr]

I keep tellin' 'er, put me out there, someone'll bite. The'ah's plenny 've art of me an' some folks wrote new stories 'bout me. Why not lemme have m' own adventures he'ah?

[bornstrong]

They don't like to listen, do they?

[dunwich_satyr]

No, they don't. Seems like they nev'ah do listen we talk, but when they get hare-brained ideas, *we* gotta listen t' them...

[bornstrong]

Ah, of course! They must control us.

[dunwich_satyr]

They think they can... like gods, they are, or they think they'ah gods to us. Maybe they are... though not in th' usual sense...

[bornstrong]

I suppose they may be. Who knows?

All I can say is that it's very frustrating.

[dunwich_satyr]

Hrrmm, it is. Gets on y' nerves after a while.

Whadd'you think these muns are, if they ain't gods?

[bornstrong]

Truthfully, I have no idea. They certainly seem very high and mighty, though.

[dunwich_satyr]

Like gods. Only a bit mo'ah int'rested in th' doin's of the li'l folk.

[bornstrong]

Yes. THey seem to care a bit more.

[dunwich_satyr]

Mmm, mine cared 'nuff, when she hea'hd how I ended, she wanted t' snatch me out'v the'ah an' fast.

'Cept she still ain't found anoth'ah place t' send me.

[bornstrong]

It's the same with me. THey care until they don't anymore, I guess.

[dunwich_satyr]

Guess we're two've a kind, that way. Stuck b'tweeen worlds an' hopin' f' new lives in some new place. A rum way t' find companionship, but it ain't s' lonely that way.

[bornstrong]

It's not always lonely. I've made friends.

[dunwich_satyr]

Friends that share th' same space as you? Friends that y' found while y' traveled? Some've both?

[bornstrong]

Found friends, mainly. I like the company.

[dunwich_satyr]

Somethin' I ain't th' best at, 'd be th' first t' admit. Ain't th' most well-practiced at it, but I'm gettin' bett'ah. If th' dam' typist 'ud let me out more of'en.

Y' good company. I can see y' findin' friends easy.

[bornstrong]

Thank you. I try to be kind to everyone I meet.

[dunwich_satyr]

Y' doin' a right good job, I say... Jus' hope I didn' scay'ah y' much when I first stepped in.

[bornstrong]

You didn't frighten me too badly, don't worry.

[smartass_captain]

You moving on to greener pastures, Princess?

Taking me up on the whole 'exploration' thing?

[bornstrong]

Truthfully, I'm not sure. I'd miss the people I've met so far.

[rogueinladysclothing]

Muns have a very fickle way of showing their affection. I say if you don't like it, then don't do it.

[As if there's choice to be had in the matter.]

[bornstrong]

I don't think I have that option, really.