...we'd have gills. Seriously, someone makes a wish every minute. Probably more than that. Some of the wishes are superficial: I wish I had enough gold for this expensive piece of clothing, I wish I didn't have to go to work...etc. Other wishes are more...desperate: I wish I had enough food to eat, I wish I could afford a place to sleep...etc. And I'll be among the first to admit that the Tailed Ones aren't immune to such wishing of both kinds. I'm certainly not. Selfishly, I feel like devoting a page of this journal to my sad wishing.
I wish that Thunderclaw was Healed already, because then he'd bring the freedom of the skies back to me. He wouldn't be in pain, and he wouldn't be throwing me across the room anymore. I mean, he doesn't normally throw me into walls...that's a special thing reserved for when he's sick or injured. Sadly, I know that it's hard enough for Healers to reconnect broken bones. When they're trying to piece together a pair of flayed wings...it's a near impossible task. When they're trying to piece together a pair of flayed wings that's already been flayed and Healed once before...well, that just complicates an extremely hard task. I'm trying to be patient, but it's hard. Last time, humans weren't really taunting me with my loss of flight (uknowingly)...but now they have their airplanes and helicopters and other things. It adds salt to my open wound. And then I think of how selfish I'm being. Hello...I'm not the one who's wings were flayed! If I feel this bad...Thunderclaw must feel ten times worse at least. Sigh. I really wish he were Healed.
I also wish that my family would just get off my back! I know (most) of them have only the best intentions in mind...but it gets old. Really really old. Like, as old as I am old. Or, better!, as old as Zeffrin old! (Yeesh! She'd have my head if she knew I wrote that!) They all of them know, back Home, that I despise being there. That I can't stand the Court, and that I abhore having to make conversation with people that are so stupid, they make chickens look intelligent! Enough fuming...after I finish this entry I'll dig up the portable Records I have and see if there's a way to avoid going home legally...
I also also wish I had my spear with me. Not that I feel so threatened here in Gaia, but as a security blanket type-thing. I feel safer knowing I can easily defend myself. My spear is a work of art; as attractive as it is fatal to my enemies. It was a gift to me on my thirteenth birthday, after I passed my Test. Few weapons last so long...they get broken, people change...there's a lot of different factors. My spear is special to me, and not just because of the sort of gift it was. It's uniquely suited to my preferred fighting style, which is a blessing and a curse. A blessing, because it makes things much easier when my mind gives up, shuts down, and leaves me fighting on instinct...but a curse, because it's as distinctive as my fur. There is a blade and a shaft as usual (a seasoned wood near unbreakable and the finest steel money can buy), but at the crosstree it changes. One side of the crosstree slides up like a smooth trident and has a sharp outer edge only, like a katana. The other curves around the shaft in a manner similar to the hilt of some swords. However, this too has a sharp edge...two of them! Yes, this spear can be painful to wield if you don't know what you're doing...but I've used it nearly all of my life and can't imagine using any other weapon. I really do want it here.
However, I can't afford to bring my spear here. It's far too recognizable. I hate settling for less, but lately I've seen a new craze around. Everyone's got these weapons lately, these black tridents. I've examined a couple for myself, though they were far too expensive at that point in time. But they are good quality. Fine black steel they are, and well-made. Not quite as comfortable to use, but I think one of them will serve me quite nicely. Maybe it's a good thing Darkseas closed...Aykon did have that rule against weapons after all.
I mean, it was a practical rule for a tavern, but not one that I'd really agree with. It means that your security guard has to be an expert at hand-to-hand combat, and able to hold his own against just about anybody. I've met precious few people who meet those standards, and no, I am not one of them. I think he should've allowed weapons in the hands of (though not necessarily conspicuously) those hired hands he trusted most. That way, he could be assured of keeping the customers safe while they themselves aren't able to use weapons.
Back to wishing. I believe that I shall pool all of my gold on hand and invest in one of these tridents. A weapon I can use to protect myself and others is better than none at all.
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