The best about Darkfall

Oh, how I love this darkest time of year. There are raging storms and cold that eat into your bones (especially if you lack the body fat, like I do). There are cold winds and now and then it all turns into half-frozen rain that spatters over your face and runs down your spine. These are all wonderous things, for without these things one would surely not appreciate the raging heat of a warm fireplace, or cozying up in a warm cloak under a roof. I try to spend as much time as I can outdoors, just so I may appreciate getting indoors all the more. Life is good.
One other great thing about Darkfall is the Festival of Ylessa taking place in the middle of it. A bright shiny time with gifts and coziness all over. The gift part is the best, and sweet Martha came about with the best one -- she had finished mending my clothes. What is a jester without her cap 'n bells? It was her festivity gift to me she said - what a sweet gal she is! Can't write any more, for I have to go dance about some more now. Hard to sit still when there are merry jingling bells once again on one's head.

Bell-less in a world of frowns

I'm missing my cap'n bells. Yes, dear Elbahn, you heard that right. Little me is currently completely hat-less and bell-less, ever since sweet Martha got hold of the lot for patching all the holes. Meanwhile I even wear a skirt, and a shirt Martha borrowed me. Noone recognizes me in this! You could say that I'm travelling icognito even. I'm an undercover Jester. Yessirree.

Phew! Milford is a small place, but silly enough for a fool like me anyway. Between the harvest festival, drunk farmers and the occational demon trodding into town, it's more fun than a barrel of monkeys. Almost, anyway. So I slept on a haystack in the day and made a fool of myself in the Milford taverns in the evening. And so time passed.

Now I'm back in Seahaven again. Lots of new and old faces, and way too many frowns. A fool always have her work cut out for her.