mythic kyla Well, there were a couple of things: First you fell off of that mountain, broke your back and half of your face and you certainly tried not to recover but you kept scrambling up the side again, kicking down rocks and dust. And everyone wanted to leave you there, but I said you'd better come home after all. Then, there was the time I caught you buried under the snow, following the cold, you said, and you cried when we dragged you out. You tried to bring the cold home with you, but you melted it, of course, because you were still fevered from the time you set yourself on fire and melted all of your hair. And we should have forgotten you there, but we argued across you, and eventually we pulled you into two halves. And that you did not survive very much. 050106 what's it to you? who go blather from