Talked to my sister this morning. Apparently she's been at the hospital (In Bogota of all the forking places of the earth) for three weeks and she could have died. Thank you for that. Thank you so much..! I was shocked. Sure, we don't have lots of contact but she's still my sister and I love her greatly. The exchange-volunteer-things she's with there in Columbia did want to send her home - but the stubborn ass didn't want to go home. Argh. Can't she understand that it would be the best?! I was really worried when she told me all this. And guess what?! She stays for love. It's sweet, I got to admit.. But what if she'll turn sick when she and her beloved Abel is out and about in the Purean countryside. WTH is goning to happen if she turns sick again? I don't want any more death in my family for some years now. I don't want more sorrow. THIS STINKS.

On the better hand...

The LARP was AWESOME!! Can't wait for the fall! Svala (means Swallow) has developed quite a lot know, and ~GoFetch is going to play my IN-LARP sister (of some sort). She's called Aska (means Ash).
And so.. I'm going to pimp my dress quite a lot. I'm going to sew a bodice.. and make it look more Elvish since Svalas teachers are Elfs.. And because a lot of people mistook me for an elf which probably helped me escape death a couple of times... Heh. The first people I met was to Artarian knights who were going to conquer the forest me and the rest of the forest dwelling-creatures (like trolls, nymphs (just me, he), fairys)..

Och jag vet inte hur jag översätta det här på ett snyggt sätt.. så det får bli på svenska.

Riddare: Vad gör en så här liten dam på vägen då? (don't know how to translate.. XD)
Jag: *förvirrad, vettskrämd men ganska glad eftersom det här är de första som jag pratar med på hela tjotaballongen) ... Jag letar efter en sak... (I'm looking for something..)
Riddare: Vad skulle det vara då? (What would that be?)
Jag: ... Ett träd.. (A tree)
Riddare: Ett träd? Det finns det många av här! (A tree? There's a lot of them)
Jag: Det är ett speciellt trä. (It's a special tree)
Riddare: *drar i mina alvöron, muttrar något till sin kamrat och släper *
Jag; *tar tillfället i akt och hoppar in upp i skogen*

I was so scared when I returned up to camp. Uh.. I thought that they were going to kill me (they had like BIGBIGBIG swords) for sure... But hopefully they wouldn't have even if I stayed. Maybe they thought that I was some kind of Elven Noble... I looked quite noble, heh.

But it was SO FUN!!
And then I got chased by orcs. Hahahaha. And earlier that day some orcs threatened to kill and eat me and my friends when a group of like 5-10 Elves walked by.

Orc1: How should we cook them so that they taste good?
Orc2; *starts saying something*
Commander of the Elves who where walking by: *stands still, his archers stands behind him with hands on bow* If you are trying to hurt the forest children (in Swedish it's called knytt.. fast skogens barn låter sötare - tycker jag :3) we, unfortunately, have to liquidate you.
Orcs: Oh. no no no no. We wouldn't dream of eating them *briskly walk away*

FUNNY! :3

And we met the Goblin Prince. He was called Kurr. And then we met the Goblin King as well (Unfortunately he wasn't David Bowie D: ). And we met a really hot Baron as well..

CAN'T WAIT 'TIL FALL!!!!!

The journey to UK draws nearer. 30-something days.

And oh, I get my phone back today. Wonderful!