I have always been a supersticious person, my grandma always drilled into me the many supersticions of life, ya know; never walk under a ladder, if you spill salt throw some over your left shoulder, there are many more, but my current circumstances leave me in to much shock and with much bewilderment to tell you more. I have always had myself a little ritual when i went camping, not really sure why, it just something i have always felt the need to do, and its not something my grandma taught either. I set up my tent, mark where i am, than i dig my toilet, after all the other things are done and just before dark sets in (HAS to be right at dusk) i set up my campfire. I get 10-20 rocks of roughly the same size and shape, place them, collect the large sticks and place them in the circle of rocks. Than i place place the piece of firestarte abd some paper below and i start the fire and set up dinner, and the most crucial part is to always throw some food in the fire as an offering to the gods.

I can hear the brains ticking, why not prepare the setup beforehand or why not go somewhere you dont HAVE to do this stuff, nope cant do that, it causes a maddening physical itch to my brain, have do take it apart and do it all over againg tge "right" way otherwise, druves me mental, but ah well, im used to it now.

Now on to tonjghts dilemma that started tgus little rant. Here behind me with food in my hand about to throw the food in fire to offer i hear "you know, this time, i would very much prefer my food un-burt." "Who the hell are you?" I yell. "Oh, thats my bad manners, i forgot to introduce myself." With a deep breath the person now in front of me continues; "I am Tyche."

My expression drops, full of shock, Tyche, i know who that is, but they are lying they have to be, i cant say who Tyche is either, because only iykyk and its bad luck to say. And for those interested Tyches looks were extroadinary, thats it, no words or colours can say it better, and i cant tell gender, because Tyche looked truely androdgynous.

After and interrogating Tyche, and finding no lies and everything i have ever heard to be true come out their mouth. I find myself in pure shock, sitting down having an amazing conversation, and dinner with Tyche, they apparently like duck, and are surprisingly not a fan of apples. Sorry folks thats all there is, because again iykyk, and my luck is good currently, i will say though, if you want to know, google is a great resource. Imma go see if Tyche likes Rum.......