I don't want gifts. I don't own an iPod. I don't watch TV, read newspapers or magazines, or listen to the radio. I don't enjoy spectator sports. I don't wear clothes with slogans or logos. I reject the popular idea I must hate this person or that group. I don't vote. If everyone is doing one thing, I do something else.
What exactly do I do, then? I guess you'll just have to find out!
All I really want is to meet fascinating people.
I guess I'm an explorer. But so are we all. As a good friend of mine put it, "We are the tastebuds of God." Meaning: we are the sensory apparatus the Divine uses to explore this reality, sampling its infinite array of flavors -- at turns sweet, bitter, delicious and ghastly. It's all good.
I am Sona, Falconess of the Murk Empire, though I often fly far beyond its borders.
You marvel at my wings? Know this, then: I am a nephil, the offspring of angel father and mortal mother. They say such cleavings are wicked, but fell or no that is my birthright, and I retain a faint glimmer of my sire's divine Light.
I also possess somewhat of his exotic, more-than-mortal appetites; eager suitors should have a care. We angelspawn heal quickly and think naught of rough havings.
I come, go, and do as I please. Catch me if you can!
You are invited to visit my secluded Eyrie public room, a quiet temple among the clouds.
