June 10, 2005
I don't know Arcana very well, but it doesn't matter. I see eons in his face, and I can trace history going through his veins. When he stands on ground, he feels it. Everyone who's walked on it, and what that means.
Arcana is warmth, and art, and music. He is the wisdom of a child. Some day I'll sit down with him, and map out the cartography of his journeys
