Third Astral Moon, Eighteenth Sun
Dear Diary,
I forgot to tell you that last time didn't I?
It's weird writing dear, it's not like you're my lover or anything... my dear... feels weird to write. Well....dear,Â
What do you know of Legacies? What makes them so important? Family, friends, love, honor, glory, being remembered- what makes up a legacy an how does one weigh it's worth? I only ask because I met some of Eudalie's friends today. A young Mi'qote named Rynn... I think he was a boy, had to be fairly young because I coulda sworn he'd be a girl.Â
Aside from him I met two rather interesting characters, Jon and Lady Rivienne.
Oh certainly the meeting was pleasant enough, but it was how things flowed along that grabbed my attention. Rivienne, initially a stern and aloof woman spoke little at first, though she seemed to open up little by little as Jon taunted her. Jon, knew her well it seemed, though he quite obviously worried over her, to the point that I'd thought them lovers.Â
His reasoning has to do with the start to this page, Legacies. Apparently he had one, or has one he is seeking. He talked in the manner of a man with a past he was concerned for, and a path he knew to be wary. But the way he spoke of this Rivienne caught me once more, for she sought her own Legacy.Â
From what I gathered, it was one she intended to write in blood. I didn't understand it. I riled Jon up with my words, but I wasn't wrong. What good is a Legacy? The way they talk about, you die and people remember you for it. They want to walk some dangerous path only to die. What merit is there in death? Why would you want to have your grand tale end in such a way. I couldn't bring myself to agree with their opinions, though Rivienne had long since walked out at this point.Â
I don't care for legacies. I know my own is uninteresting and ends with the relieved sighs of some who shudder at uttering my name.Â
You would't care either would you? You're just leather bound parchment listening to my scribbles.Â
Listening to my scribbles? Perhaps I've had too much milk tea.
That drink that Eudalie got me interested in. That girl has so many strange folk flutter towards her. So honest and innocent. It reminds me of who I really am and how I can't stand the way it makes me feel.
Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy
Who gives a damn about such things, really! When I next speak to Rivienne I'll ask her, find out what's so great about possibly getting conked in the back of the head by an Amalj'aa and being left in the dirt to die in some ditch where no one will know for months at a time.Â
I sigh as I write this. I still can't bring myself to care about having others remember me. Actually, it's really funny thinking of how others might remember me. Still, I don't understand the need to drive one into your own heart.Â
Reading back... I wonder if I should get a mirror.
Dear Diary,
I forgot to tell you that last time didn't I?
It's weird writing dear, it's not like you're my lover or anything... my dear... feels weird to write. Well....dear,Â
What do you know of Legacies? What makes them so important? Family, friends, love, honor, glory, being remembered- what makes up a legacy an how does one weigh it's worth? I only ask because I met some of Eudalie's friends today. A young Mi'qote named Rynn... I think he was a boy, had to be fairly young because I coulda sworn he'd be a girl.Â
Aside from him I met two rather interesting characters, Jon and Lady Rivienne.
Oh certainly the meeting was pleasant enough, but it was how things flowed along that grabbed my attention. Rivienne, initially a stern and aloof woman spoke little at first, though she seemed to open up little by little as Jon taunted her. Jon, knew her well it seemed, though he quite obviously worried over her, to the point that I'd thought them lovers.Â
His reasoning has to do with the start to this page, Legacies. Apparently he had one, or has one he is seeking. He talked in the manner of a man with a past he was concerned for, and a path he knew to be wary. But the way he spoke of this Rivienne caught me once more, for she sought her own Legacy.Â
From what I gathered, it was one she intended to write in blood. I didn't understand it. I riled Jon up with my words, but I wasn't wrong. What good is a Legacy? The way they talk about, you die and people remember you for it. They want to walk some dangerous path only to die. What merit is there in death? Why would you want to have your grand tale end in such a way. I couldn't bring myself to agree with their opinions, though Rivienne had long since walked out at this point.Â
I don't care for legacies. I know my own is uninteresting and ends with the relieved sighs of some who shudder at uttering my name.Â
You would't care either would you? You're just leather bound parchment listening to my scribbles.Â
Listening to my scribbles? Perhaps I've had too much milk tea.
That drink that Eudalie got me interested in. That girl has so many strange folk flutter towards her. So honest and innocent. It reminds me of who I really am and how I can't stand the way it makes me feel.
Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy
Who gives a damn about such things, really! When I next speak to Rivienne I'll ask her, find out what's so great about possibly getting conked in the back of the head by an Amalj'aa and being left in the dirt to die in some ditch where no one will know for months at a time.Â
I sigh as I write this. I still can't bring myself to care about having others remember me. Actually, it's really funny thinking of how others might remember me. Still, I don't understand the need to drive one into your own heart.Â
Reading back... I wonder if I should get a mirror.
