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[leitstern]

Travel is good for the soul, I hear.

But why?

When I was only twelve I was bestowed by the good grace of my sire an education in a delightful city thousands of miles from home. Dare I have a pleasant outing, you ask? The majesty of the finest library in the world seldom shielded me from the opposite of being in heaven; nursing frostbitten fingers and sleeping alone in the dark.

No, travel is the most dreadful punishment. For the fiercest soul is made to pine for the comforts of home. Where one is free to laugh and stroll amongst friends.

… I miss mine dearly.

Forgive me for occupying your valuable time with my musing but I must ask:

Do any of you pine for your world left behind? Is home something you miss?

[Do you feel homesick, Avalon?]

Comments

[leitstern]

It makes one turn to drink, frankly.

[He is clearly a sceptic.]

[troubadamsel]

I'm not tempted towards such a thing, but I understand the urge all the same.

[leitstern]

Plenty do, I dare say, and that is an unfortunate state of affairs. Has there ever been word on our predicament from those on high?

[troubadamsel]

None that have been satisfactory to me, at least.

[leitstern]

Forgive me for asking, but what comment was offered? I have only just arrived and unfortunately missed the details.