I haven’t had much time to write at length about the events that have transpired recently.
The last time I wrote was just long enough for me to compose that poem…not that it was any good. My strengths in writing lie elsewhere I suppose. That doesn’t stop me from trying, however. And the occasion called for it, I think. Twelve, if anyone were to read that, I wonder what they would think. Probably something not so flattering.
Anyroad, a couple of suns after that, Kanko, Lily, and I removed the voidsent from Eric. It was a trying experience to say the least.
The damage done to his stomach was worse than I feared. How the man will operate without one at all will be something interesting to see.Â
Lily stood guard while K’anko and I worked. K’anko did most of the work, cutting Eric open and removing the stomach. It was my job to heal. Twelve, but it took almost everything I had to heal him. I did not think it would be so taxing. I almost passed out when it was all said and done. But I had focused some of my energies on keeping Eric in place…and then at the Voidsent…
That is another thing that troubles me. The presences in the room when we were there. There was not just the Soulcounter….but a woman. She looked like what his Lycelle might have looked like…Knowing what I know about what Hyrist told me, I am not so sure it wasn’t her to begin with.
Eric seems to be on the road to recovery. I went and visited him the other sun and we talked of things that should have been addressed earlier. I am glad to know that there are no hard feelings between us. It helps to put my soul at rest.
There were also other suns to speak of. I got to sit back down and talk with Souyo…he has returned although much changed. Almost got himself killed soon after as well…framed for poisoning. Anyone who knows Souyo would know that he would never do such a thing.
We had a small company meeting in which I met the new member, Starwind. I am not sure what to make of him. He has spirit, I’ll give him that much. But I did not appreciate his insinuating that I am not good at my job. I do what I can.
At the meeting, Para had a walking nightmare. Almost brought down Fallgourd Float. Scared me to bits. I may not love him anymore, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am concerned over his well being. I am hoping to regulate him to secretary of Corvus. Perhaps a desk job will help to tame him.
Lainseworth has somehow found his voice again. I’m afraid that our schedules haven’t been aligned, and so I have yet to ear the story of how this was accomplished. I’m sure it is quite the tale. It will be nice to hear it from his own voice.
Things with K’anko have been…more than good. We talk about most everything…and he puts me at ease. Well, most of the time at least. There are times when he intentionally pulls me outside of my comfort zone. I think he enjoys that far too much, if you ask me. Still, it makes me smile. When we’re not speaking, we are out doing odd jobs. And trying to be tame. Trying being the operative word there.
I have promised him that I will try to lead my life for myself first and foremost. I cannot be bogged down with worries all of the time. The thought of it scares me, fills me with a sense of dread…that I might become what I once was. But…he makes sense. I cannot live in the shadow of my past, and instead I must move forward. I will not be that person again, not if I can stand it. Instead, I will remember that I can take time for myself, and put myself first. There is nothing wrong with that…is there?
Ah, he calls. I suppose I should wrap this up for now. Here’s to brighter suns.
The last time I wrote was just long enough for me to compose that poem…not that it was any good. My strengths in writing lie elsewhere I suppose. That doesn’t stop me from trying, however. And the occasion called for it, I think. Twelve, if anyone were to read that, I wonder what they would think. Probably something not so flattering.
Anyroad, a couple of suns after that, Kanko, Lily, and I removed the voidsent from Eric. It was a trying experience to say the least.
The damage done to his stomach was worse than I feared. How the man will operate without one at all will be something interesting to see.Â
Lily stood guard while K’anko and I worked. K’anko did most of the work, cutting Eric open and removing the stomach. It was my job to heal. Twelve, but it took almost everything I had to heal him. I did not think it would be so taxing. I almost passed out when it was all said and done. But I had focused some of my energies on keeping Eric in place…and then at the Voidsent…
That is another thing that troubles me. The presences in the room when we were there. There was not just the Soulcounter….but a woman. She looked like what his Lycelle might have looked like…Knowing what I know about what Hyrist told me, I am not so sure it wasn’t her to begin with.
Eric seems to be on the road to recovery. I went and visited him the other sun and we talked of things that should have been addressed earlier. I am glad to know that there are no hard feelings between us. It helps to put my soul at rest.
There were also other suns to speak of. I got to sit back down and talk with Souyo…he has returned although much changed. Almost got himself killed soon after as well…framed for poisoning. Anyone who knows Souyo would know that he would never do such a thing.
We had a small company meeting in which I met the new member, Starwind. I am not sure what to make of him. He has spirit, I’ll give him that much. But I did not appreciate his insinuating that I am not good at my job. I do what I can.
At the meeting, Para had a walking nightmare. Almost brought down Fallgourd Float. Scared me to bits. I may not love him anymore, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am concerned over his well being. I am hoping to regulate him to secretary of Corvus. Perhaps a desk job will help to tame him.
Lainseworth has somehow found his voice again. I’m afraid that our schedules haven’t been aligned, and so I have yet to ear the story of how this was accomplished. I’m sure it is quite the tale. It will be nice to hear it from his own voice.
Things with K’anko have been…more than good. We talk about most everything…and he puts me at ease. Well, most of the time at least. There are times when he intentionally pulls me outside of my comfort zone. I think he enjoys that far too much, if you ask me. Still, it makes me smile. When we’re not speaking, we are out doing odd jobs. And trying to be tame. Trying being the operative word there.
I have promised him that I will try to lead my life for myself first and foremost. I cannot be bogged down with worries all of the time. The thought of it scares me, fills me with a sense of dread…that I might become what I once was. But…he makes sense. I cannot live in the shadow of my past, and instead I must move forward. I will not be that person again, not if I can stand it. Instead, I will remember that I can take time for myself, and put myself first. There is nothing wrong with that…is there?
Ah, he calls. I suppose I should wrap this up for now. Here’s to brighter suns.