The nineteenth sun of the Third Umbral Moon
Dear Diary,
Before I begin, the smell of alcohol lingering on this page is not from my breath, but that is a story i'll come to later. To begin, my knack for intervening in people's lives led me to another interesting dilemma. I'd returned to Gridania, it had been some time since I'd come here. I'd intended to be here in leisure, but of course that would not be fate, for upon entering The Roost I stumbled upon a face I had briefly met at the Quicksand nights before. A woman garbed in red, with hair to match sat with a book in lap nestled along a swollen belly. I greeted her, asking for her name, because of course there was no way I could not know the name of lovely face I'd seen before. She was kind, and took my play at prince charming rather well.
Though last I had met her I congratulated her on her ability to maintain her appearance despite being with child, today I had learned so much more. Apparently, a troubled man had been the receiver of this woman's, Avalyn Piper, kindness, and eventually her affection. Though things did not seem to go well and when another man showed interest the first man, a highlander apparently, forced himself upon her. At least it seemed that way. I couldn't help but feel a bitter disgust coil in me, and when I spotted a scar on her neck she revealed he had bitten her and it had become corrupted. The man, was either a voidsent in disguise, or void-touched. He is gone now, a victim of some blade I hope. Still, his attack, as well as her claims of an Ascian attacker have her practicing to defend herself against dark magics, something of which I still have little practice in... I'm getting better at hiding the trembling. My master is still at large.
In the end, I offered to find the second man, a monk by the name of Corbec Dreyn. He was supposed to be kind enough, but they still had a falling out, an unpleasant one it seems. From what I gather he kicked her out to prevent her from baring the guilt of being the one to end the relationship, as she was trying to do. Hopefully, that's a good sign, though he disappears for weeks at a time, and after a day of searching I haven't gotten any clues on him. Then again, it's been one day. She asked if I thought they'd be happy if I did this, found out the answer but in truth I didn't care about that. I just wanted an answer, even if it has nothing to do with me. It'll distract me from the broken seal, from the pain. Alas, I have something pleasant to tell you diary. It's been too long since I could.
During my search I traveled to Limsa Lominsa, at the Drowning Wench I stumbled upon Rivienne and Thaarus. I was delighted to see they had become a couple, admittedly my prediction was correct, though it had occurred in my absence. Thaarus doesn't appreciate the way I speak about these things, using words like 'hitched'. Then again, the two were garbed in similar shades of red and lovely robes, they looked like they should have been married. It was really amusing. Still I couldn't help the thought as it left my lips, "Flowers bloom well when there are no weeds around."
It was rather engaging, taunting Rivienne. She turns red too easily now, I wonder if her warrior side protests this change in demeanor. I'm glad she's doing well. Thaarus seems rather pleased as well, they're so sweet to one another. But that isn't the best part. My coat, one I wore to look a bit like a poor man, in hopes of seducing the riff raff of the taverns into giving me information.
Well, it didn't work out the way I thought. Thaarus was so close to me I could smell him, it was eerie the way he looked at my coat. "Remove the Coat" he said. I'd had people complain about me taking off my clothes, but never has I been ordered to remove them.
It was amusing and I of course taunted him but my coat came off and he was away. That crazy tailor. I tried to talk to Rivienne, checking if she was happy, and then, as I went to pry further, Thaarus showed up as I noticed something off about Rivienne. The coat he returned was incredibly fine, but it ruined the purpose of the poor looking coat. Still I thanked him and let Rivienne off the hook for now. It was nice seeing some faces I knew again. It's been too long since I've really 'seen' anyone.
Ah but my night wasn't over yet. Continuing my task I decided to saunter over to a table it’s occupants already quite inebriated. One of them being Meriel, the girl I met at the Piquant Pumpkin. A Mi’qote they called Q, and an elezen named Hiro. I asked them about the man I was looking for, and the one called Q was surprisingly sober in his responses, though the other two kept going on about “Qâ€, and “Hiro’s faultâ€, so of course I purchased more drink for them, despite no one having the answer.Â
Q admitted to being some kind of rancher, though he seemed more like the caretaker for the two with him. It seems Meriel quickly took my lesson to heart and has become quite the socialite. Before I knew it I was carrying a drunk Meriel, praying she didn’t empty her guts on me as I took her for some fresh air.
The scene was somewhat romantic, glowing Aether in the distance, clouds rolling back as the night sky broke into dawn. Honestly though, I couldn't care less. Even with my coat draped over her and an arm around her to keep her war, I felt nothing. Most men, at least what I gathered from Avalyn seem to have ill intent given even the slightest opening, and for all my charm, none of it is meant to be sincere desire.
I debated dropping Meriel  our perch into the sea to sober her up, it was an amusing thought but I wouldn't actually do it, though the twelve must have been listening because it began to rain, waking the girl up. She was soon on her way to bed, I left her at the counter, and I had work to do. Sleepless work.
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[sub]I begin to wonder if this diary is carrying my feelings, or if I am simply recording my days. You're a good listener regardless diary.[/sub]
Dear Diary,
Before I begin, the smell of alcohol lingering on this page is not from my breath, but that is a story i'll come to later. To begin, my knack for intervening in people's lives led me to another interesting dilemma. I'd returned to Gridania, it had been some time since I'd come here. I'd intended to be here in leisure, but of course that would not be fate, for upon entering The Roost I stumbled upon a face I had briefly met at the Quicksand nights before. A woman garbed in red, with hair to match sat with a book in lap nestled along a swollen belly. I greeted her, asking for her name, because of course there was no way I could not know the name of lovely face I'd seen before. She was kind, and took my play at prince charming rather well.
Though last I had met her I congratulated her on her ability to maintain her appearance despite being with child, today I had learned so much more. Apparently, a troubled man had been the receiver of this woman's, Avalyn Piper, kindness, and eventually her affection. Though things did not seem to go well and when another man showed interest the first man, a highlander apparently, forced himself upon her. At least it seemed that way. I couldn't help but feel a bitter disgust coil in me, and when I spotted a scar on her neck she revealed he had bitten her and it had become corrupted. The man, was either a voidsent in disguise, or void-touched. He is gone now, a victim of some blade I hope. Still, his attack, as well as her claims of an Ascian attacker have her practicing to defend herself against dark magics, something of which I still have little practice in... I'm getting better at hiding the trembling. My master is still at large.
In the end, I offered to find the second man, a monk by the name of Corbec Dreyn. He was supposed to be kind enough, but they still had a falling out, an unpleasant one it seems. From what I gather he kicked her out to prevent her from baring the guilt of being the one to end the relationship, as she was trying to do. Hopefully, that's a good sign, though he disappears for weeks at a time, and after a day of searching I haven't gotten any clues on him. Then again, it's been one day. She asked if I thought they'd be happy if I did this, found out the answer but in truth I didn't care about that. I just wanted an answer, even if it has nothing to do with me. It'll distract me from the broken seal, from the pain. Alas, I have something pleasant to tell you diary. It's been too long since I could.
During my search I traveled to Limsa Lominsa, at the Drowning Wench I stumbled upon Rivienne and Thaarus. I was delighted to see they had become a couple, admittedly my prediction was correct, though it had occurred in my absence. Thaarus doesn't appreciate the way I speak about these things, using words like 'hitched'. Then again, the two were garbed in similar shades of red and lovely robes, they looked like they should have been married. It was really amusing. Still I couldn't help the thought as it left my lips, "Flowers bloom well when there are no weeds around."
It was rather engaging, taunting Rivienne. She turns red too easily now, I wonder if her warrior side protests this change in demeanor. I'm glad she's doing well. Thaarus seems rather pleased as well, they're so sweet to one another. But that isn't the best part. My coat, one I wore to look a bit like a poor man, in hopes of seducing the riff raff of the taverns into giving me information.
Well, it didn't work out the way I thought. Thaarus was so close to me I could smell him, it was eerie the way he looked at my coat. "Remove the Coat" he said. I'd had people complain about me taking off my clothes, but never has I been ordered to remove them.
It was amusing and I of course taunted him but my coat came off and he was away. That crazy tailor. I tried to talk to Rivienne, checking if she was happy, and then, as I went to pry further, Thaarus showed up as I noticed something off about Rivienne. The coat he returned was incredibly fine, but it ruined the purpose of the poor looking coat. Still I thanked him and let Rivienne off the hook for now. It was nice seeing some faces I knew again. It's been too long since I've really 'seen' anyone.
Ah but my night wasn't over yet. Continuing my task I decided to saunter over to a table it’s occupants already quite inebriated. One of them being Meriel, the girl I met at the Piquant Pumpkin. A Mi’qote they called Q, and an elezen named Hiro. I asked them about the man I was looking for, and the one called Q was surprisingly sober in his responses, though the other two kept going on about “Qâ€, and “Hiro’s faultâ€, so of course I purchased more drink for them, despite no one having the answer.Â
Q admitted to being some kind of rancher, though he seemed more like the caretaker for the two with him. It seems Meriel quickly took my lesson to heart and has become quite the socialite. Before I knew it I was carrying a drunk Meriel, praying she didn’t empty her guts on me as I took her for some fresh air.
The scene was somewhat romantic, glowing Aether in the distance, clouds rolling back as the night sky broke into dawn. Honestly though, I couldn't care less. Even with my coat draped over her and an arm around her to keep her war, I felt nothing. Most men, at least what I gathered from Avalyn seem to have ill intent given even the slightest opening, and for all my charm, none of it is meant to be sincere desire.
I debated dropping Meriel  our perch into the sea to sober her up, it was an amusing thought but I wouldn't actually do it, though the twelve must have been listening because it began to rain, waking the girl up. She was soon on her way to bed, I left her at the counter, and I had work to do. Sleepless work.
[sup][scribbled quickly below is another line in very quick small hand][/sup]
[sub]I begin to wonder if this diary is carrying my feelings, or if I am simply recording my days. You're a good listener regardless diary.[/sub]
