I never thought I’d be as happy to see Amun as I was today, now that he’s finally back from his trip. It’s all but a vague memory to think that I once had a huge family here to help and take care of Montauk.
This peace, the relative stability of the area makes me nervous. I don’t know why, but I don’t hear the whispers of the spirits as well as Shepherd or Amun ever could, and as such I feel like I’m about to get blindsided by SOMEthing horrible. It’s probably smart for me to sit with that stupid anxiety, but I hate it all the same.
I have no idea where Shepherd is. I miss him far more than I realized I would; His off-color jokes, his abrasive behavior and insistent assertions. I don’t know. I hope he is safe and happy wherever he is, but if he’s anything like every other werewolf ever, he isn’t and wouldn’t want to be. I’m going to not linger on that thought for too long, though. I bet Naycee misses Shepherd as much as I do. She’s been pretty placid lately, though.
It’s been so long since I’ve been to Central Park, but Jesse says it’s just fine. She’s been spending so much time at the lighthouse. I never thought I’d like to be around someone so frequently, but she really helps me calm down and sit back to appreciate things not sucking or being crazy for a while. I always feel like I’m in that first meadow I met her in the Spirit when I’m around. It is so lovely.
Speaking of lovely, our good friend Van Landingham has been quiet for a number of months, too. I’m worried she’s cut ties with us, but if she has, I’m sure it’s for a good reason. I do hope she’s safe, and I’ve sent Fret to take a message to Nico, to see if he can dig up some information on what happened to her through his bird-boyfriend-guy. I feel kind of bad that I can never remember his name.
Jason has been doing pretty good lately! I caught a set of his at one of the local bars, and he’s been really kickin’ ass with And My Axe. All is right there.
Artorias or Dragon (or whomever is present whenever I talk to him lately) has been wonderfully patient with the schedule change. I think it’s less exhausting for him than it is for me. I don’t know why, but I’m guessing it has something to do with his being Amish. That joke wasn’t particularly funny, and I wrote it down here, so… Ugh. I’m really losing my touch.
I think I’m going to go down and hang out with Timone for a while and chat this out. The journal might help, but these days when I’m looking for a patient ear, I go and hang out with him, or I spend time with Sirius. It seems to help.
One page down. A few hundred to go. Here’s hoping the future holds some good news for the Monsters of Montauk.
PS: If you read this, Amun, sorry for stealing one of your journals! The paper is just SO nice.