Miss Miles Montgolfier is back inworld after a long exile. While my first proper meeting with her had been a little . . . less than pleasant, I've since become a little more certain in my sense of self so I'm a little less intimidated by her.
The Me speaks through me more easily than she did before, which is oddly liberating, as if I no longer have to keep a secret. The fact that the nature of my peculiar relationship with CyFishy is now public knowledge also helps.
Not that I've given up on my sense of who I am. I've been experimenting more with my look, unleashing my inner gothchick and investing in a positively intimidating pair of wings.
Cy and I have had to come and go in shifts for the duration, but we're bound to spend some quality time together soon.
For now, I have a hostess shift to work . . . at: Quantum Fields (170, 125, 21)