Bassoon, Day 22.

[dredefulchilde]

I'm rather desperate for reading material or new knowledge. Sitting on one's arse, day in and day out, gets old.

We need to establish a library or a school to maintain a free exchange of information and ideas. We are playing into the hands of our captors if we continue to stay weak and uninformed.

...

And, quite honestly, I'm bored out of my skull.

Comments

[dredefulchilde]

I died. One tends to stop aging after that.

[castintoflames]

That is a heavy burden for a child. I know it well.

[dredefulchilde]

So you're also dead? There seems to be a sizable number of us walking corpses on board...

[castintoflames]

My death was very recent; I felt it happen and then I was on the platform.

[dredefulchilde]

That's odd.

My death was six hundred and seventy years ago last August. I barely remember it.

[castintoflames]

It seems a difficult thing to forget. (Six hundred and seventy years is a sizable length, but Elven memory is flawless. Unfortunately.) I'm sorry you perished so young.

[dredefulchilde]

I've had seven centuries to get used to it.