Often have I seen these glimpses of another’s memories, though I don’t yet understand how or why I see them. It comes upon me randomly with no true rhyme or reason and has since I was very young. Always, it’s a memory of the past, not some portent of the future. So I can only wonder what it is I’m meant to glean from these fragmented pieces of psyche.
Most recent were memories of an elezen man called Abe, though I can’t seem to correlate who they belong to. Not Erimmont, nor any of
By Ochon’s Weary Wanderings… these dream-jumps are really a trip and a half. The last time it happened, I ended up in a place called Eulmore, at a club called “The Beehive”… let me tell you. I thought no place could put the Quicksand to shame. I was wrong. So very, very wrong. Needless to say, I was exceptionally glad to get pulled back home.
This next trip, though, was to yet another unknown place. It was beautiful with flowers everywhere and a gorgeous castle off in the dist
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I think the roasted miacid we had for dinner was bad. Like, really bad. I had the weirdest dreams I think I’ve ever had. I saw snippets of Karaan Nolan’s family, on some beach somewhere with a woman and a pair of twins. They looked and seemed happy. They talked about going North somewhere. For these Eorzeans, that could mean just about anywhere, really. Then I saw snippets of some elezen riding a white chocobo and a trick being played o
Sillesti had me working on bandersnatch hides all afternoon, stretching them on the racks for curing. I know what he’s trying to do and I get it, but I really wish he wouldn’t. Just the smell of them brings back bad memories. It makes me sick at my stomach…
I was eternally glad that some noble-turned-ruffian came calling, looking for a hunter to track some beastie down with him. I didn’t even care about the particulars, I just wanted to get away from those band
Entry One...Back home
I forgot how calming it can be to write ones thoughts down with quill and paper. Something to keep my thoughts contained and gathered so they do not overwhelm. I returned to my company today after a few days away in the desert.That time...I will not speak on. That was a training session, something to strengthen my mind once again. The Kami speak once again, my stone letting me hear the ancestors stored within. Their guidance has been cruicial.
Today began as any other. I am challenging myself to step away from the wood lines and join the masses in the cities to forge new friendships. It's much harder than I expected it to be, but I happened to find myself partaking in a conversation with a man I decided to call 'Silent Watcher'. How ominous and incredibly un-creative, I know!
Standing alone at one of the many railings in the tavern, he appeared lost. There was something in his eyes that spoke the words he could not, but he