Month: September 2013

Huh…kind of an odd question.  Usually the pain of the loss is enough to just jolt you into this sense of total and utter shock that you don’t even contemplate that position.  She was murdered because she didn’t want to give over control of the Stable to my brother who had sided against us when he sold us out to the Enclave.  She stood her ground and died with honor, even by the hoof of her own offspring.

(Mod: I really need to learn how to draw–I could do so much more if I had some art to go with this.  I downloaded Picasso for my Nook and started there, but will need to wait for the NATG or just have somebody show me how, which will require study.  My time’s pretty crunched, sadly: with work, school and other activities I sometimes forget to do the basics.  But I want to give it a good go and say I at least tried!)

In the Wasteland, apologies aren’t as important as clean water.  You…you learn to just keep on keeping on.  They’re dead.  The world in which we live doesn’t allow me to act broken or wounded with them gone.  I would dishonor their memory if I were to not live.

(Mod: I’m going to presume this is the FoE character you’re referring to.)

Umm, well–they’re kind of…dead.  Father sort of disappeared one day from the Stable, and Mother.

You sort of don’t forget when you see your Mom murdered.

(Mod: Still new to the answering thing!  And I’ll learn how to draw–eventually.)

Well, as my Cutie Mark is a golden infinity symbol, my special talent is somewhat hard to discern.  I believe it to be the ability to hear all sorts of frequencies and open to all possibilities.

Unfortunately, I don’t.  I am very good with music, however: I have a listening ear, and grew up in a household where the radio was always on and music of all types was playing.  I keep thinking the piano, but that’s a lot of time and effort.  Maybe one day, but not today.