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It was euphoric?surreal?to leave my home of over a century. All those that I had known are now mere fleetings, and I no longer feel my emotional attachments to them. Not out of spite or boredom; rather, I now cannot worry. My burdensome residence within that locale has faded. I am once again a mere shadow of the moon, as he told me so long ago. I will not worry for their safety. I will not fret over their hardships and pain. I will not...
Yes, a simple lie I may tell myself from time to time. I assure that I will not concern myself with their ordeals, but I still yearn to know what is happening. Perhaps placing myself in a new region will safeguard my sanity and return me to the state of being I once held.
I really mustn't be so complex all the time. It'll turn people away from me, rather than draw them in. I wouldn't doubt that anyone reading this would ever comprehend my train of thought. Perhaps I should keep this a little less erratic, but you must understand that my bardic mind wanders often! I dream and dream, night and day, of stars and moon and ocean and sky!
I seem to have misplaced my flute on the boat ride here. He had given it to me as a birthday present the year before he died. I didn't ever want to lose it. I regret having my attention centered more on the other residents of the waterlogged vessel than what matters to me most. I cried when I realized I no longer had it in my possession. They were ... genuine tears; I wonder if he is ashamed of me because of it, or if he is sad, too.
I find this land to be boring thusfar. There is nothing different here than that I have seen near Silverymoon, save for the drastic lack of denizens. This whole land felt empty and devoid of life, though when I stepped into the town it was different. Many people: young and old, short and tall. I haven't seen any adventurers, though, save for a single female. I only caught a glimpse of her prior to leaving a shop. I believe she was human. I bowed to her and she acknowledged it, judging from the corner of my eye.
I wish just for a single male, comparible to the midday sun of Spring's maple dawn, just kissed by Winter! Birthed of the nautical clockwork just before the start of the cycle, and bathed with the most handsome rays that preceed the night! Where is he, here in this land? Must he forever remain a distant enigma from me? Are the gods upset with my path of vivacity? Regardless, I mustn't let them stop me. I will find you, my sweetest paramour, and I will command the heavens sing our praise!
A creature just entered my sight in the distance. I will complete this entry later.
[ This journal entry appears to not have been touched by her pen in hours since the last word. ]
Yes, a simple lie I may tell myself from time to time. I assure that I will not concern myself with their ordeals, but I still yearn to know what is happening. Perhaps placing myself in a new region will safeguard my sanity and return me to the state of being I once held.
I really mustn't be so complex all the time. It'll turn people away from me, rather than draw them in. I wouldn't doubt that anyone reading this would ever comprehend my train of thought. Perhaps I should keep this a little less erratic, but you must understand that my bardic mind wanders often! I dream and dream, night and day, of stars and moon and ocean and sky!
I seem to have misplaced my flute on the boat ride here. He had given it to me as a birthday present the year before he died. I didn't ever want to lose it. I regret having my attention centered more on the other residents of the waterlogged vessel than what matters to me most. I cried when I realized I no longer had it in my possession. They were ... genuine tears; I wonder if he is ashamed of me because of it, or if he is sad, too.
I find this land to be boring thusfar. There is nothing different here than that I have seen near Silverymoon, save for the drastic lack of denizens. This whole land felt empty and devoid of life, though when I stepped into the town it was different. Many people: young and old, short and tall. I haven't seen any adventurers, though, save for a single female. I only caught a glimpse of her prior to leaving a shop. I believe she was human. I bowed to her and she acknowledged it, judging from the corner of my eye.
I wish just for a single male, comparible to the midday sun of Spring's maple dawn, just kissed by Winter! Birthed of the nautical clockwork just before the start of the cycle, and bathed with the most handsome rays that preceed the night! Where is he, here in this land? Must he forever remain a distant enigma from me? Are the gods upset with my path of vivacity? Regardless, I mustn't let them stop me. I will find you, my sweetest paramour, and I will command the heavens sing our praise!
A creature just entered my sight in the distance. I will complete this entry later.
[ This journal entry appears to not have been touched by her pen in hours since the last word. ]