((OOC: Oops, should probably pretend this was a little earlier. XD;))

I... ah... I'm better now. Thank you for taking care of me, Lenalee, Maora...

Maora, I'm sorry I wasn't a better host when you were here. I hope we can meet again soon. Maybe if I write more letters...Ah, let' s see... We're planning to leave this city soon. It's big, but the ( Read more... )

Ah, we've managed to reach another town. I... I think both Lenalee and I were relieved to leave the last one behind us ( Read more... )

Ah? Are we supposed to write in here like this?

Um...

Hello? Can anyone hear read this? This... ah... feels a little silly...I... ah... I'm supposed to write about my story, right ( Read more... )

Lenalee has been traveling with us for the last few... months now, isn't it? She is beginning to smile more and more, and fear less, although she's still too polite and too worried ( Read more... )

It was early in the morning, but Allen was used to waking at this hour. He enjoyed the pale sunlight, the still-crisp air not yet warmed by the day, and the songs of birds breaking the near silence ( Read more... )

Allen had never been so nervous in his life, not that he could remember, not even in his first show. He rubbed sweat-dampened palms against his pants as he followed Timcanpy's golden glint, a pocketful of all the money that he had saved up throughout his short -- but successful -- career. It was not quite a king's ransom, but it was a lot, far more ( Read more... )

We're planning to leave soon. Our show here was a success, but less and less people are coming each day, and they might stop altogether soon ( Read more... )

( Cut for space, yes? )