Can't stay on for long, which reeeally stinks. I can't wait until we get the Internet back the way it was.

Setting: Just after the short story The Wizard’s Apprentice, in the Tower of High Sorcery at Palanthas.

My brother and I just couldn’t help continuing the story of the Wizard’s Apprentice, and, well, it just had to be done…

Dalamar has finally finished cleaning up the devastation that he caused by stealing the Staff of Magius, tracked down the Live Ones, and is finishing an extremely sincere letter of apology to the Clerics of Paladine for drowning the Lady Crysania when she came to bring Raistlin a fruitcake. Now he sits in Raistlin’s study, looking over the letter, when the spectre he sent to find out when the funeral was brings him news…

“Apprentice, there will not be a funeral. Lady Crysania is not dead.” The spectre’s cold voice intoned.
“WHAT?!”
“She did not drown. She is, however, blind, as she apparently scratched herself on one of the Shoiken Oaks as she was swept past in the flood.”
Dalamar hesitated, then nodded. The spectre drifted through the door as Dalamar held his surprised and thoughtful face, then dropped it as he gleefully ripped up the letter of apology.
“She doesn’t need to know it was me!” he said happily as he dropped the pieces into a handy wastebasket.

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I feel better than usual. Probably because I'm writing that fanfic. Hehe. The Continuing Adventures of Dalamar and the Brooms. It's a sequel to The Wizard's Apprentice from Raistland. Hehehehe. Poor Dalamar, especially if he saw that! Maybe I'll put it in here when I'm finished, as well as on Raistland. Maybe even in parts. Hm... definitely.

Oh my GOD! Raistlin, what did you do to your brother! *horror* Bad girl-tips, the worst sort of humiliation known to mankind - and these are probably totally horrible, but quite plausible, considering Raistlin! Ohh! His brother will never trust him again...

Well, the dance was okay, I suppose. A problem with the directions, though. I wish it wasn't so hard to get to.

I am able to go on the internet again! Yes!

Hehe, well, that worked. Toko Gae and I really got Farfy Girl. Now I can send the real relation back. Though my brother didn't tell me that he finally told her that he was her love... hehe, and she thought that he sounded like Sarah. That was fun! But I had such a hard time avoiding some of her questions, that was difficult. I think that the "OOOH! Must tell Carl, must tell Carl!" got her off the scent. After all, who would think that I would be telling the person that she was talking about that she was talking about him as another guy? I mean gae... hehe, quite amusing!

Well, tomorrow's that stupid dance and I'll have to go or my parents will think that there is something suspicious, as I was so eager to go before. *sigh* Rats. Wish I could just stay home... something has definitely changed.

I have to put this in here...

A smile and a wave of my hand
May be all you recieve from me
But friendship beats in our hearts
And will for eternity.

Copyright Ylaraniala Aspengold.

Dedicated to Raistlin, my dear friend.

Nooo! Raistlin apparently had a day off from work (or at least one of his jobs) and I slept through when he came back! Darn! It's not like he can talk all the time! And I missed him by five minutes, yet!

Yay, I'm taking a newbie down the basics course! My first real time to do that...

Arrgh! Carl oooh, Raistlin-ed again! *aawgh*

Raistlin was on today. Still feeling a little down, but then, it's unusual for me not to be a little.

Still angry... I guess I didn't get over it. I never thought that I'd have common ground with Stewmeat, but I do... grrrroowlll!

Learning more Quenya...

Well, that sleepover was fun. And Okibiryuu is sending me a relation request! She's really new at this, so that's why she's doing it. Raistlin won't be able to talk to me as much, so that's a bummer. Still, I am grateful for the time that I do get. Not every person that calls you a friend will be kind enough to tell you such things.

Farfy Girl has an account too! Yay! I've gotten over my fury with Cricket, of all the nerve. If I want to be a way, then I have the right to be that way and not have people say get a life and grow up. Really!