My name is Lórien MacEnulty, and I am a physics, mathematics and news Journalism student at Drake University in Des Moines, Iowa. But this story is not about me.
I met The Maverick the summer of 2016 at a hostel in Corris, Wales. Well, I’d caught glimpses of her in the two years prior; a fluff of erinaceous auburn hair as I turned a corner, or one of those contemplative lamb’s eyes that peeked at me through bookcases in the philosophy section of the library.
She was bored, she told me, after such a long bout of contextual insignificance. Expressive, she is, and intentional. Needless to say, her reveal had to reflect as such; so I looked up from my bargained journal to draw the sheep prancing around a slate-walled field, and when I next looked down there she was, neatly accompanied by Elvish Script, lamb’s eyes and all. I’ve attached a digital copy for you to see her as I did.
Since then, we’ve maintained many a conversation, about humans and their carnal lust for significance, about obsessive communication and neologism. We have crunched through Colorado autumns and pranced on walls of dark-grey slate, pensing of psycho-romantic feminism and autism and all the other -isms in between.
And together, we draw sheep for the masses. Welcome to our flock.