~28th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon, 1577~
(8/28/13)
I met a strange girl today.
Never before have I encountered someone so bratty, so harsh, so quick to judge others. I do not even know her name. I asked, but she refused to tell me. Dark blue robes and long, curly crimson tresses. Seemed to be near my age, perhaps between sixteen and eighteen. One of her eyes was green, the other blue. A rounded, pale face and flawless skin. She looks like... I can also describe her as a doll. Fitting, because she is quite tiny for a Midlander.
A Thaumaturge. We chatted for a while at the Bannock. Some of our interests were shared, like our fondness for reading in peaceful places. It is actually somewhat funny -- she called me a moron when she first saw me. A male Miqo'te noticed that I was napping beneath a tree at Bentbranch Meadows. This girl thought I was an idiot for slumbering there. Well, it was raining, you see. But it was only a light drizzle and it began some time after I closed my eyes... But I digress. Poor thing was not fond of the rain at all. I followed her to the Bannock to check if she was alright.
Annoying. My initial thought. Who looks down upon others so easily with little to no basis? An ugly trait. I would know better than anyone, displaying the same unattractive quality myself whenever a person greatly angers me. Yet, she... is so alluring to look at. Surely there is something more there, is there not? A girl this pretty cannot be so wicked in heart. But that may just be the Romantic in my head talking.
I did not give her my name. If the Twelve have truly fated us to meet, we would do so again.
