Talk:Tam Song/@comment-38207171-20190307224826

You guys ever do that thing where you start going all narrative on everyone and start reciting stuff from some random fiction you made up?

This is the one I’ve been saying lately:

And thus begins the end of her the world on page 152, line 43, act 1, scene 5:

Evay sits on the veranda, watching the sun rise from it’s nightly residence to shine with the clouds that float down the sky. Picking up her leatherworn journal she inscribed the following with graceful flicks of her quill:

I am sitting and writing this while I contemplate the predictament the lies before me. My thoughts tumble and confuse me and my feelings waver ever still. ‘Twas only hours ago that Crespin proposed but I believe my heart is elsewhere. My mind wanders back to his ever hopeful eyes; wishing me to stay. My passion is to explore the new world. Crespin is a dear friend to me, and I know he will understand. Though mother and Fatger expects us wed by the end of the season as does Jeanette and everyone. I can only imagine what heartbreak will cause mother, she is already so pale and fragile from her tuberculosis. I fear she will not last long. Though my mind begs me to stay and wed, my heart tells me to sail across the sea...

April 6, 1697

Sorry, my that was irrelevant. I’ll post it on a blog post if you want to read more...