User blog:Niellepuffs/(Pheilan) Too white, too green

I am supposed to be studying, but when I step through these gates, I am swept up in the energy of the place. I notice nothing beyond the circumstance. I must hold this place so that we win. I must destroy that caravan so they do not have the advantage of an unbroken supply line. I have been here for hours and accomplished nothing.

The most intriguing thing is what everyone else has noted, some of the things from the Mists do not follow across the gates. Why?

What am I doing here? What is the point of this?

And I am continually making remarks that are heard by no one, even when I look over my shoulder to learn why she is silent. Only to find that she is absent. And remember.

Perhaps I should be elsewhere, reading books, if I am actually to learn anything. Every culture has different ideas of what exists in this place. Perhaps the constant battles are simply the new united Tyria's variation on the Mist theme.

There are tales to tell, but they become repetitive quickly. Why bother?