scroll of Icarian Flight
The days roll on.
I had a good holiday. I saw my mother and father as well as my aunt, uncle, and two cousins. It was all a blur, it’s already the 27th somehow.
I’m in pain. Not physical, but that of the soul. I need to creatively express myself but distractions are plenty for me at this time. I have commitments but I’ve failed most of them this season. I haven’t tended to the flowers of life. It’s hard, you know that.
Moments like these are rare. Moments of reflection. They don’t have to be rare, of course, but most people don’t wish to reflect often especially if they’re between rocks and hard places.
The title of this entry has basically nothing to do with how I feel, aside from the recent multiplayer Morrowind adventures I’ve been having. I’m playing as a blunt weapon focused Redguard using Medium Armor and shields, lockpicking on the side. It’s fun, and it’s been fun every time I’ve played - but this is also one of the more organized multiplayer setups I’ve done, especially given how the quest system works in Morrowind.
Here’s a screenshot.