There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting.
I’ve done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing, doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.
In one D&D game I played for a (incredibly short lived) campaign, I played an elf wizard named Arias who had a frilled lizard named Shisms for a familiar
Shisms as a character was played by my friend Rai. Shisms could talk but only had the inteligence of a normal lizard at that point, so all Shisms would say was things like “i like the sun” or “I like water” and “i like flat rocks” over and over & only Arias was able to understand him
Arias ended up dying p fast cus he took a javelin to the chest & while he was bleeding out dying on the ground he begged Shisms to go get the rest of the party for help but Shisms just went “HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I like to sit” and Arias let out one final enraged anguished scream of contempt towards his familiar before he died.