Gilligan2011

Some have come to call me the “Hermit of the Forest”, you know. Actually, I’m not sure what you know. It’s not like I go around and get to know everyone. That’s just the last greeting that was given to me roughly half a season ago. In truth, I live a little outside of the thick coniferous forest, towards the rocky hills where I get my water from. A cool river flows down from there, spotted with radiant-scaled fish and moss. You’d better practice your step on the stones or your feet will have a tendency to slip out from under you. My house is built of clay dug up from the river bank, an odd symbol to come