[The page is crinkled, thunderbolts tear across the parchment with half of it torn free, as though the owner had intended to remove this entry upon it’s completion. Clearly he changed his mind.]
The second sun of the Fourth Astral Moon
Dear Diary,
Looking back my friend, you are simply a book of stories thus far. My last chapter, seemed like the ravings of a child.  Of course, a man like me, sitting behind a mask and thin strips of honesty woven among lies- I realize I seek to become someone apart from who I was raised to be. It has been some time since we’ve spoken dear, but there is much to speak of.
A trip to the beach ended as abruptly as it came, though not without Aaron making a ridiculous request of wishing to be addressed as a king. Some companions thought assistance combing the icy tower of the stone vigil. Dragons, no matter how many you vanquish another chooses to take it’s place. Like roaches, hiding in the cracks and crevices just waiting for their chance to get at the nectar. I had intended to remain with them, I did, but as of late I kept brief company and chose to answer a very old question. A question, which was simple, and possessed a simple answer.  I felt my heart ease at the revelation, though I cannot help but wonder if I am letting the concerns of others begin to affect me. I sensed I interrupted something at this particular meeting. Distance suddenly seemed like the most satisfactory remedy. But I still inquired as to a Eudalie’s  healer touch.
It did not soften the pain inside me, the strange disconnection from aether. The surge that ruined my ability to use magic effectively. I could feel it there, so close yet just out of my grasp. A breath you could not steal, a thirst you could not quench. But that is exactly why I have been attempting various methods of releasing the cork upon my essence.
I’m actually pleased to report a few days of simply mingling among companions. Though I returned to the Mi’qote manor seeking a man who may or may not have an answer to a man I’m seeking. Alas no one was home, and I later found I had stumbled upon the clan leader when I left the manor, something that acted as a grand source of amusement when I discovered this. It’s strange, this urge to go back to places you know you aren’t welcome. Perhaps it is another side effect of my father’s teachings. Still, I have questions that I wish answered, and the ill will of others has rarely halted my attempts.
Days later, mingling with acquaintances, I drugged Aaron. He became maniacal and made a scene in the bar before punching me and chasing Deverell, all the while I was trying to aid some shy girl who I’d mistaken for a tavern guard. Before I knew it I could hear screaming, and Aaron was fighting with Deverell. I missed most of it, and could not shift blame onto myself but I know I will drug Aaron again. It seems he used to be a pirate, which means little to me but he blamed Deverell for my plan, my concoction and my actions.
This makes me realize just how attached they are, or detached I am if I cannot even be blamed for what I’ve done. Aaron is a fool for misguiding his fury, and I am for daring to use my left overs for amusement. Still, I did not realize my level of distance until this. To not even be worthy of another’s scorn, like a child ignored by their father. I am grateful to not know siblings, if they may have suffered in congruence to this situation. Sorry dear, I focused on the negative.
Prior to all this I had Aaron screaming in the tavern, saying he was a single black woman and making quite the scene. A Roegadyn joined us and they danced merrily as I clapped for them.
In the end, I could not truly speak to the girl, and I seemed too distant from the group to care to stay for long.
It is tonight that I truly wish to speak to you about.
I met with Q, or K as he corrected me. A young Mi’qote who has been through quite a bit. Like the man who was supposed to be my mentor he spent time among the sylph and speaks like them. He has a disharmony which makes it so Aethernet travel makes him ill and gives him seizures. He weaves music from ink in the air and strums the luminous chords.
K hides what he means in his words, but he is not dishonest. Still, there was no reason to imply that I knew what he spoke of. His face turns bright red whenever he had something he isn’t sure he wants to say. Mi’qote wear their feelings quite openly it seems, and though this young one claims to have accidentally summoned Titan with one of his experiments, he seems to seek more. His attempt to cure himself is also him attempting to make himself into a weapon with temporary inks upon his body.
Those that use magic want so much… I’d be happy just to have my magic working. But it proved intriguing. Perhaps it’s time I seek to will myself farther.
The second sun of the Fourth Astral Moon
Dear Diary,
Looking back my friend, you are simply a book of stories thus far. My last chapter, seemed like the ravings of a child.  Of course, a man like me, sitting behind a mask and thin strips of honesty woven among lies- I realize I seek to become someone apart from who I was raised to be. It has been some time since we’ve spoken dear, but there is much to speak of.
A trip to the beach ended as abruptly as it came, though not without Aaron making a ridiculous request of wishing to be addressed as a king. Some companions thought assistance combing the icy tower of the stone vigil. Dragons, no matter how many you vanquish another chooses to take it’s place. Like roaches, hiding in the cracks and crevices just waiting for their chance to get at the nectar. I had intended to remain with them, I did, but as of late I kept brief company and chose to answer a very old question. A question, which was simple, and possessed a simple answer.  I felt my heart ease at the revelation, though I cannot help but wonder if I am letting the concerns of others begin to affect me. I sensed I interrupted something at this particular meeting. Distance suddenly seemed like the most satisfactory remedy. But I still inquired as to a Eudalie’s  healer touch.
It did not soften the pain inside me, the strange disconnection from aether. The surge that ruined my ability to use magic effectively. I could feel it there, so close yet just out of my grasp. A breath you could not steal, a thirst you could not quench. But that is exactly why I have been attempting various methods of releasing the cork upon my essence.
I’m actually pleased to report a few days of simply mingling among companions. Though I returned to the Mi’qote manor seeking a man who may or may not have an answer to a man I’m seeking. Alas no one was home, and I later found I had stumbled upon the clan leader when I left the manor, something that acted as a grand source of amusement when I discovered this. It’s strange, this urge to go back to places you know you aren’t welcome. Perhaps it is another side effect of my father’s teachings. Still, I have questions that I wish answered, and the ill will of others has rarely halted my attempts.
Days later, mingling with acquaintances, I drugged Aaron. He became maniacal and made a scene in the bar before punching me and chasing Deverell, all the while I was trying to aid some shy girl who I’d mistaken for a tavern guard. Before I knew it I could hear screaming, and Aaron was fighting with Deverell. I missed most of it, and could not shift blame onto myself but I know I will drug Aaron again. It seems he used to be a pirate, which means little to me but he blamed Deverell for my plan, my concoction and my actions.
This makes me realize just how attached they are, or detached I am if I cannot even be blamed for what I’ve done. Aaron is a fool for misguiding his fury, and I am for daring to use my left overs for amusement. Still, I did not realize my level of distance until this. To not even be worthy of another’s scorn, like a child ignored by their father. I am grateful to not know siblings, if they may have suffered in congruence to this situation. Sorry dear, I focused on the negative.
Prior to all this I had Aaron screaming in the tavern, saying he was a single black woman and making quite the scene. A Roegadyn joined us and they danced merrily as I clapped for them.
In the end, I could not truly speak to the girl, and I seemed too distant from the group to care to stay for long.
It is tonight that I truly wish to speak to you about.
I met with Q, or K as he corrected me. A young Mi’qote who has been through quite a bit. Like the man who was supposed to be my mentor he spent time among the sylph and speaks like them. He has a disharmony which makes it so Aethernet travel makes him ill and gives him seizures. He weaves music from ink in the air and strums the luminous chords.
K hides what he means in his words, but he is not dishonest. Still, there was no reason to imply that I knew what he spoke of. His face turns bright red whenever he had something he isn’t sure he wants to say. Mi’qote wear their feelings quite openly it seems, and though this young one claims to have accidentally summoned Titan with one of his experiments, he seems to seek more. His attempt to cure himself is also him attempting to make himself into a weapon with temporary inks upon his body.
Those that use magic want so much… I’d be happy just to have my magic working. But it proved intriguing. Perhaps it’s time I seek to will myself farther.
