Third Astral Moon, 28th Sun
Dear Diary,
Eudalie and I have taken up fishing together more often, which has given me a chance to witness her skills at cooking in person. She's gotten quite good, and even showed me her skills as she took to preparing a few meals of the freshly caught fish. She's quite skilled at removing the bones, part of me wonders if perhaps Conjuring teaches you more about anatomy than I first suspected. Either way it made for a pleasant enough time while here, though admittedly it seems as though for now I'll be doing most of the fishing while she works on her craft. Something she intends to use to aid those in need.Â
She's kind, but it makes me wonder of the damage her kindness could do. Give a man a fish, right?
Admittedly, I've came back to Lominsa in search of some new supply. The lush vegetation here offers some supplies that even the forested green of Gridania isn't equipped with. Perhaps it's all the sea air. Regardless, Eudalie decided to travel with me again.
En route to the north shores we encountered a rather untidy mess of Dodo making a mess in the southern edges of Middle La Noscea. Kwehley got excited, my chocobo. Ah I never wrote down our little meeting, well I don't want to forget her. I wonder if I can make this a rhyme, well let's try this out:
A girl was adrift at sea, a chocobo and her, in the distance as a flea
With my pole arm strong, I took my cast against the sea wind's song
The girl called out as I snagged them with my hook, surely this sort of meeting belonged in a book
Now as their savior I watched my behavior
For the girl Kelly then said, as a thanks take my stead, for I have trained her to travel with care
Surprised at this fortune I took reins strong and true, for my travels alone were now travels for two
So poems aren't my forte', but you certainly comprehend the gist of it? Oh yes, I gave the bird the name Kwehley, in remembrance of her old master trainer.
This bird of mine starts playing with these dodos like their best friends, chasing them around and bouncing like she's trying to be one of them. Needless to say I didn't know whether to laugh or give the thing up. At one point she stuck her beak so far into another one's keester it bawked and started snapping at her. I'll warn you here, Chocobo have a mean kick, even if this one acts like a dog at times.Â
Before I knew it I was pegging the birds with with arrows as they rushed her in a frenzy. Despite all my efforts she was hurt, but Eudalie tended her. I hate to admit it, but the kitten is growing on me. Even my smiles are turning sincere. Makes my cheeks hurt. So now I've got a kitten and a bird, seems like quite the odd traveling companions.Â
It's been two days since, and tonight I met with Lady Rivienne once more. I found her at the Bismark, enjoying a meal alone. Hungry myself I joined her, noted her new scars and got straight to the point of inquiring about the curiosities of Legacies.Â
She confirmed for herself of her desire for a grand epic. A trial by fire where her name is forever singed into the annals of history, though her life be forfeit. She doesn't know how she wants it to occur, but she wants to rush into danger in search of this ending.Â
I can't say I don't respect her bravado, though I made it apparent how foolish I thought it was. Of course I wasn't out to deter her, and as she complained about her companions who worried over her, particularly Jon, I assured her I had no interested in concerning myself with her well being. I was not going to be another to bark at her ear, I simply wished to sate my curiosity. With it satisfied for now, we spoke of more pleasant things as the sun set, and sank below the sea.
Dear Diary,
Eudalie and I have taken up fishing together more often, which has given me a chance to witness her skills at cooking in person. She's gotten quite good, and even showed me her skills as she took to preparing a few meals of the freshly caught fish. She's quite skilled at removing the bones, part of me wonders if perhaps Conjuring teaches you more about anatomy than I first suspected. Either way it made for a pleasant enough time while here, though admittedly it seems as though for now I'll be doing most of the fishing while she works on her craft. Something she intends to use to aid those in need.Â
She's kind, but it makes me wonder of the damage her kindness could do. Give a man a fish, right?
Admittedly, I've came back to Lominsa in search of some new supply. The lush vegetation here offers some supplies that even the forested green of Gridania isn't equipped with. Perhaps it's all the sea air. Regardless, Eudalie decided to travel with me again.
En route to the north shores we encountered a rather untidy mess of Dodo making a mess in the southern edges of Middle La Noscea. Kwehley got excited, my chocobo. Ah I never wrote down our little meeting, well I don't want to forget her. I wonder if I can make this a rhyme, well let's try this out:
A girl was adrift at sea, a chocobo and her, in the distance as a flea
With my pole arm strong, I took my cast against the sea wind's song
The girl called out as I snagged them with my hook, surely this sort of meeting belonged in a book
Now as their savior I watched my behavior
For the girl Kelly then said, as a thanks take my stead, for I have trained her to travel with care
Surprised at this fortune I took reins strong and true, for my travels alone were now travels for two
So poems aren't my forte', but you certainly comprehend the gist of it? Oh yes, I gave the bird the name Kwehley, in remembrance of her old master trainer.
This bird of mine starts playing with these dodos like their best friends, chasing them around and bouncing like she's trying to be one of them. Needless to say I didn't know whether to laugh or give the thing up. At one point she stuck her beak so far into another one's keester it bawked and started snapping at her. I'll warn you here, Chocobo have a mean kick, even if this one acts like a dog at times.Â
Before I knew it I was pegging the birds with with arrows as they rushed her in a frenzy. Despite all my efforts she was hurt, but Eudalie tended her. I hate to admit it, but the kitten is growing on me. Even my smiles are turning sincere. Makes my cheeks hurt. So now I've got a kitten and a bird, seems like quite the odd traveling companions.Â
It's been two days since, and tonight I met with Lady Rivienne once more. I found her at the Bismark, enjoying a meal alone. Hungry myself I joined her, noted her new scars and got straight to the point of inquiring about the curiosities of Legacies.Â
She confirmed for herself of her desire for a grand epic. A trial by fire where her name is forever singed into the annals of history, though her life be forfeit. She doesn't know how she wants it to occur, but she wants to rush into danger in search of this ending.Â
I can't say I don't respect her bravado, though I made it apparent how foolish I thought it was. Of course I wasn't out to deter her, and as she complained about her companions who worried over her, particularly Jon, I assured her I had no interested in concerning myself with her well being. I was not going to be another to bark at her ear, I simply wished to sate my curiosity. With it satisfied for now, we spoke of more pleasant things as the sun set, and sank below the sea.
