A precious and fleeting thing.
It is a delicate beast that will purr in your ear one moment, then throw you onto your backside the next. It is gloriously maddening. It is a gift.
I have taken it for granted and found myself concentrating on insignificant details.
Yet this gift is worth nothing without my brother, my clan, my home and friends. I have been blinded to what is truly important. I will not waste my gift on pettiness any longer.
She is coming. Strength and courage will be needed. I will not turn my back on my fellow dwarf, human or creature. I Will find a cure for Mibbitwiss, even if I have to die trying.