Day 90; Video 003

[bostonhowler]

[The breeze pushes her heavy hair behind her. She takes a deep breath and then puts a smile on for the camera. It's tentative, but there.]

I owe apologies. Quite a few of them. Riley, Charlie, St. Raphael, Derek....

[She pauses.]

Dilandau.

I had some personal trouble recently and lashed out at those that didn't deserve it. I apologize for not being able to keep my temper and for not explaining anything.

[Another pause.]

And for still not explaining anything.

I just... Please accept my apology. For those that don't wish to, [Dilandau] I understand.

I'm going to be staying at the lighthouse a bit, I think. I need the perspective and if something happens again, there won't be anyone to take the brunt of it. Except some seagulls, but they're usually pretty forgiving.

Comments

[bostonhowler]

So it's you who judge me by your standards. Now I see.

[She brushes her hair back again.]

I have no desire to eat long pig, and never have.

[burnburnburn]

My standards are obviously better than yours.

And I'd believe you more if you didn't keep referring to us as 'long pigs'.

[bostonhowler]

Actually, my flesh would also be called 'long pig'. It was a term coined by a tribe in the Polynesian Islands and brought back by European explorers. It was used, mostly in polite company, so as not to upset the more delicate among them.

[Brigid loves her history.]

[burnburnburn]

Neither of us are 'polite company' or 'delicate'.

[bostonhowler]

[She sighs.]

Your rules are not mine. I consider everyone, save those closest to be "polite company".

[burnburnburn]

Then you're not half as polite as anyone who'd call themselves 'polite company' on Gaia.

[bostonhowler]

[She wants to snap something back. But she takes a deep breath.]

I'm not going to argue. I meant this to be an apology.

[burnburnburn]

[Finally, no backtalk! He smiles]

That took you long enough.

[And with that he hangs up]