Reacción (Reaction): FOR THE FIRST TIME IN... Oh wait I did technically not have a sad ending. Regardless, a call to a life that goes beyond the normal society; an escapism from beyond the conscious realm to the unconscious World underneath! Hollowing tales of here! Do I smell a really adventurous story amongst the midst, better translated in the passions of the old man, l'Harold, and the Young Princess/Lady/Student, Megyer (which awfully sounds close to Magyars~). Ho! Saint of Norman! Clemency doth I smell at the end whereof shall beget an adventure of its own~ Lo! By the Devil of Saint Martin, it be true now I say!~

La filosofía (The philosophy): But yet with oure passions stirred and shining amongst the air now in clear satisfaction doth I need say more? As I shall dare to repeat here now: a story that hearkens back to a mystical sense of adventure so reflective of Medieval Chivalry and artistry. For that is the unconscious reflection of which she has yet to be aware of until the unconscious order and consciousness link up to produce a true statement. The beats she heard finally making her a bit more whole and the signifier given a signified that shall now be not contestable except in the small modifications that life shall bestow to her. For once a mere folly now a call to her action, later a sign of holy guidance and perhaps something more mayhaps afterwards. Whatever be such a damning case, let it be for now that this entry stands a testament to an adventure beginning done right.

La forma (The form): So do we see the form come in as auxiliaries to the philosophy here, now do say I! Hear the air of (lowercase "s") skepticism plague her now be banished! See the moving parts of life go without their concerns but something we and them shall take heavy signification to. Read into conveniently italicized thoughts that perhaps this writer shouldn't have access to. And feel the adrenaline and fear that pumps amongst them both as they first were in conflict but now moods changed post-conflict. Can you sense the drum beat, I cannot but she, O Joelle, can amongst us all. Let the Great Hunt begin!~