I'm so terribly sorry for my absense! It seems that the good admins and mods have kept everyone quite informed in the country of Furvilla during my long absense, but this place has been allowed to collect dust and feather molts!

You see, this poor moth-ridden feather duster of an anchorman has been quite ill for some months now, and I embarked on a great pilgrimage of Furvilla, in hopes of finding a cure!

I've been to see Chester (and let me tell you...eyeball soup IS NOT tasty. Those blasted eyeballs get into EVERYTHING). He wasn't able to help me sadly.

I've been to see Mistral, and while their music is wondrous and oh so soothing to the soul, my poor feathers just kept shedding and my eyes stayed bleary and my nose just kept running like a faucet.

Ana simply told me to buck up and drink her spiciest concoctions, in the attempts to 'strengthen my immune system' and 'make a warrior out of me.'

Polaria gave me so much chicken soup I'm afraid I shall never be able to stomach it again. Her hot cocoa and cookies, while delicious, simply didn't do the trick either.

It wasn't until I made my way to Octavia's realm, where rare and exotic plants grow, that I finally started feeling better. At that point, I had lost every feather on me and rather looked like a plucked chicken. I was miserable! But finally mending.

And so, after months of strange potions and friends good advice, I am once again my fine feathered self and can resume my duties as your friendly neighborhood Anchorman.

So with that long and wonderful tale told, I'm going to go drink my tea and prepare the news reports, back at my desk where I belong.

And thank you so much for your concern about my welfare.