Prolific Follying

Like the title?
Know what it means?
To be stuck in the middle
And nowhere between
To stick to the ruling
And then still be false

Volterra. God, since I came here, I haven't stood still. I haven't had the chance to be fair. Not only the hard work and effort I'm putting in but Lordy, the emotions that go flying around on a daily basis. My own are no expetion. Corin has taken over my combat training since Felix has disappeared. Where he has gone, no one knows. Mary has now left to meet up with one of her nomadic friends in America, Corin thinks everything Felix texts him and speaks to him about hilarious. hmmmm, it doesn't take much intelligence to add two and two together. FiFi in love, or wonderlust? Who knows. Must be one hell of a woman.Ren and San have just disappeared into their own little world for days on end, well fair play to them I say. Something happenned around about the time of her birthday after she returned home from a round trip of Ireland and America. I only saw the flowers, and heard something whispered....

And Helene, poor Helene confessing her love and then leaving for Ireland. Master Marcus, oh what a puzzle is he....such an interesting subject for my musings.

Me? Oh I had a visitor.I even took a day off for him. It was nice learning about Andrey's life, he even made me a table. It sits in my flat as I'm writing this. He's a lonely soul after a bit of a laugh, I think my running away from him at the most inopportune moments made him giggle. Ok, we had a bit of a moment, but that was it. It was over before it begun, but I know I have a wandering friend in him. I could not give him what he wanted. My heart is ice, I am frozen in time as my heart belongs to another. I dare not disclose as I am sure he does not feel the same and it would be my ruin to act upon it. But the temptation is great, even though I have a skittish tendency to run, or kill. It is the poco con passionate in me apparently.

I still miss my Wales. I may ask soon if I can at least go to London. Donna is using my London flat at the moment, I think she may have met Maggie and Helene in Ireland for a few days.Perhaps return to Cardiff. Surely even a trainee can have a few days off. I miss the constant reassurance of my mother, the pure clean fresh air of Wales. In the meantime, I'm hoping they send me into some action soon. I need to kill something pretty bad. Prolific follying has the way of doing that to a girl, especially a girl like me, little, who has come so far anyway, long way.