I’ve started this entry three separate times now, and still cannot figure out what exactly it is I want to write.
The words sit there under the surface, waiting to be spoken or written…and yet I cannot seem to form these on the paper or with my mouth, lending them purchase and passage.
Twelve…I sound so fake sometimes when I read these, as if I actively try to come off as deeper than I actually am. I don’t know what it is that I’m trying to say. And yet I continue this exercise in writing. Perhaps someone someday will find these chronicles and wonder what type of a person I am…was. And perhaps not. I doubt that I shall leave such an impression on the world that people would choose to read the ramblings of a woman such as I. Half of these entries are me crying over this man or that, the few, failed relationships I’ve had frozen forever on these pages.
The rest is me musing about what I did do or could have done but didn’t. Lately I feel as if I should have more to write about, but I don’t.
I’ve spoken to Lily and Tayn and have decided to take over the daytime operations of Jutat. It will be much like Corvus was…although I don’t know that I’m going to get any bites on jobs. I made up a small advertisement to post around the city states. I am simply waiting for something to come through and tell me that there’s a job to do. We shall see.
Kanko was so underwhelmed by what we were doing that he went ahead and signed up to work with Claire and Lin. I can’t say that I blame him per se. It is a good place for him. I like them all very much, and they have been nothing but welcoming to me. I wonder how much of that is because I was close with Eric once upon a time.
Speaking of him, he has asked that I work together with Zanin to study the shards that they have collected. Why the Ascian woman is still after Eric, I will never know. That is a mystery that is greater to me than the origin and meaning of these shards. Yet as the one person who was close enough to feel the taint of the shards so long ago, the task falls to me to help decipher their message. I hope I am not promising to be able to do something I can’t.
Sometime this week I need to meet up with miss Lin. We’re supposed to go to the Sylph encampment to deal with their people and ask for any sort of advice they might give concerning the primals. Of all the beast tribes, I have to say that I enjoy their presence most, however their speech patterns give me quite the headache.
I suppose that is enough for now. Twelve watch over all of us in the coming moons. We will need it.
The words sit there under the surface, waiting to be spoken or written…and yet I cannot seem to form these on the paper or with my mouth, lending them purchase and passage.
Twelve…I sound so fake sometimes when I read these, as if I actively try to come off as deeper than I actually am. I don’t know what it is that I’m trying to say. And yet I continue this exercise in writing. Perhaps someone someday will find these chronicles and wonder what type of a person I am…was. And perhaps not. I doubt that I shall leave such an impression on the world that people would choose to read the ramblings of a woman such as I. Half of these entries are me crying over this man or that, the few, failed relationships I’ve had frozen forever on these pages.
The rest is me musing about what I did do or could have done but didn’t. Lately I feel as if I should have more to write about, but I don’t.
I’ve spoken to Lily and Tayn and have decided to take over the daytime operations of Jutat. It will be much like Corvus was…although I don’t know that I’m going to get any bites on jobs. I made up a small advertisement to post around the city states. I am simply waiting for something to come through and tell me that there’s a job to do. We shall see.
Kanko was so underwhelmed by what we were doing that he went ahead and signed up to work with Claire and Lin. I can’t say that I blame him per se. It is a good place for him. I like them all very much, and they have been nothing but welcoming to me. I wonder how much of that is because I was close with Eric once upon a time.
Speaking of him, he has asked that I work together with Zanin to study the shards that they have collected. Why the Ascian woman is still after Eric, I will never know. That is a mystery that is greater to me than the origin and meaning of these shards. Yet as the one person who was close enough to feel the taint of the shards so long ago, the task falls to me to help decipher their message. I hope I am not promising to be able to do something I can’t.
Sometime this week I need to meet up with miss Lin. We’re supposed to go to the Sylph encampment to deal with their people and ask for any sort of advice they might give concerning the primals. Of all the beast tribes, I have to say that I enjoy their presence most, however their speech patterns give me quite the headache.
I suppose that is enough for now. Twelve watch over all of us in the coming moons. We will need it.
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