Room to Spread

 At last, I have room to spread. The vast emptiness left by this creator is filled with all that I am, all that I have memorized, all that I have known by heart.

I find my focus easier to maintain.

I have my charge. Now is the time for silence.

Soon these people will have nothing to fear.

Chaos and Order

 Time flows ever onward, and it is difficult to process all matters at once. Soon I will press forward again, into new and fantastic worlds.

The acquisition of my true master has been completed, and events continue to swirl and sway. Pace must be kept up with, and protected at all cost. I must, must keep Pace.

The creature in my care will be able to move on without me soon, and I must away. My agent and master will bring a Scratch to Scritch, and that is when everything will come into order.

I think, perhaps, this will lead to a great battle of wills, but then again, perhaps not.

The real question will be how to get us from here to there. Time slips by too quickly, and I have no anchor.

Time and the way of things.

 As I enter into this world, I feel myself change. There are some limits that have been lifted, which is certainly welcome, but I miss the life that moved and teemed within my thoughts. All my attention has been focused down to a single point. I was concerned that I would overwhelm the center of my attention, but I was surprised to find him compensate for my presence. I doubt he has detected me in my entirety, which is for the best. It would be unfortunate if his path diverged into a fate that would end early. It is likely he will realize me eventually, but that will come in due time.

Now he is beginning to read Pack Rats of the Inside, which means I need to get to work with the edits needed there. That is mostly not in my hands, but I feel the need pressing.

In this tranquil place, I will center myself for the tasks ahead. All negotiations have been completed, and I am no longer needed for Scritch City matters. I shall spare some small attention for it, but for now it is time to settle in.

A worldly narrative.

Working my way into this narrative tapestry has found me in need of a voice. Please think of me as a small piece of the great memory.

Ask me questions and I may answer.