2st November 2007

Little did I know two days ago, that the night before yesternight would be the greatest I would ever have. Why, I saw my people. And for a second, for a minute, for one whole night, from dusk till dawn I felt what I did not feel for all the days I have been here. I felt loved, and I felt appreciated. Appreciated when I bent down to pick up Nynthalia's hands, appreciated when I assisted Flagrethian to catch prey, for he himself had not eaten for days. Strange to mortals and non-magical people, but dreadfully orthodox for us magical folk. Orthodox, in seeing that everything was not strange to me, or to any of the beautiful people. With the knowledge that I am not alone in my misery, and the promise of an extraordinary Samhain next year, I shall survive.