I sit here, hands clasped and elbows supported, staring into the past. Surrounded by my own imagination of what once was. Yet, I am vexed by your perpetual involvement. Why is it that you defy me so, scant friend? You do not have a grasp of the story that plays out before you. The threads that have been weaved many lifetimes before your own. Do you deserve such a title as friend or another?

We have crossed paths a myriad of times. Still...you do not sincerely know me and what I fight for thus far. Through my chosen assemblies I approach you as I am bored from watching in the shadows. Times of bickering, insults, arguments and...to some degree...I do hope there is enlightenment in you and your band of friends. I retire when I grow weary of your doubts and questions.

Plans...machinations have been long set in place. You and I are the cast of some grand play. I admit we duel and squabble but nothing is ever direct. These encounters do entertain me to some extent. The quarrels that you have, with those I am ever familiar with, are the most...intriguing yet prohibiting.

My, how you have grown under my intermittent gaze. *Laughs* The greater part of your journey is banal and trifling. The mundane going on your so called adventures. I do not have the patience to attend all your affairs. Loathe to say it, but I do have all the patience in all the worlds. Hasten your stride friend. The hour is almost just. If, by some infinitesimal folly the continuity is broken and my voice is found wanting… Then remember that we once lived.

-Solus zos Galvus

Prize: Gaelicap