I am ever reminded that with each breath we draw the world continues to turn around us, unmoved by our trials and tribulations. It came in the form of Astroix Vauroun and a call-to-arms from the Order of the Twin Adders; he was being called back to the front lines to deal with a new Garlean threat. While I still believe his feelings for me to be misplaced, it didn't mean that I had no care for him at all. Indeed, had his duty not called him away and we, perhaps, began anew, I would have considered Astroix a very dear friend. So when the news came to me from his own lips, I did find myself both saddened and disappointed about his departure. I understood it, surely, but I still felt the loss of him quite keenly. He was, after all, the first person to really move to befriend me on a level that was something more than superficial.
I find myself touched by his sincerity, now that he departs. He left with me a copy of his own journal. Within it is the story of his life, the things he himself has researched on Gelmorra, his beautiful artwork. Each page a piece of his soul, immortalized for my benefit and given as a gift as he walks out of my life -- for possibly the first and last time. I have no way of knowing if he will ever return, but it shall ever be my hope that he does.
Though Astroix's loss was fresh on my heart, I found some solace in my research. I think I may yet devise the language barrier between current Elezen and the ancient dialect found in the tomes I unearthed in the East Shroud. It has taken no small amount of delving through old tomes, some of them fairly difficult for me to acquire or even borrow. The Azzarneth Ossuary was particularly protective of one; I had to promise them all manner of things before they'd even let me in the same room with it, much less open it under intense supervision. I made quick work of my notes, copying down as much of it as I could, then I returned to Lavender Beds. I am ever-grateful to be quit of Ul'dah and Thanalan, much preferring the cool bower and shade of Gridania.
As ever, I find myself drawn to the out-of-doors when I spend time alone. This afternoon being no exception as I took my research out into the afternoon light. I found I had need of the light and open air, Astroix's recall to the front still weighing heavily upon me. Yet, even that burden was not to be mine for long as Erimmont Chevalier found his path intersecting with mine yet again. As the Fates would have it, he's to spend much of his time in Lavender Beds due to a patient of his residing there. Curious that I didn't realize him a physician before now, so much of the topic concerning him has revolved around his profession as a writer and the subject matter for which he does so. Thusfar, however, I have found his company to be a small comfort, given that there have been few that I feel I can genuinely be myself with. I think, perhaps, only Seiko rivals him in that.
Speaking of Seiko Murakami, she began my first lesson with Aetherics yesterday and it took me the better part of two bells to even begin to grasp what it was she was trying to teach me. And even now, I'm not sure I fully understand it. Something about how all aetheric energy is shared and when it is used for healing, it is simply replacing what's been lost. That we act only as a conduit for such energy, rather than manipulating and controlling it. Gods' Grace it all makes my head throb just thinking on it further.
At the end of the day, I found myself in the company of Barios Cuarn again. For all that the man is blind, I find him pleasant company. I believe he's new to the Harbingers as much as I am, for he was filled with questions about the different Branches this evening. I did my best to answer them, though I am no Herald and certainly no Saint. He seemed to take great interest in both the Martial and Crafting Branches. It is my hope that their respective Saints will see past his disability and judge him through his skill and willingness. I never seem to be able to fully have a conversation with him as something ever seems to interrupt. Foremost of it being an altercation down in the tavern with the Martial Branch.
I'm not entirely sure what went on, but I believe they finally apprehended the man that has been the talk of the last Company meeting or so. It is not prudent of me to write of his crimes here, but suffice to say I am sure that everyone will be glad to know he has been put behind bars. I merely hope the matter of his guilt or innocence resolves itself quickly.
Gods Bless, I think this is enough for today.
I find myself touched by his sincerity, now that he departs. He left with me a copy of his own journal. Within it is the story of his life, the things he himself has researched on Gelmorra, his beautiful artwork. Each page a piece of his soul, immortalized for my benefit and given as a gift as he walks out of my life -- for possibly the first and last time. I have no way of knowing if he will ever return, but it shall ever be my hope that he does.
Though Astroix's loss was fresh on my heart, I found some solace in my research. I think I may yet devise the language barrier between current Elezen and the ancient dialect found in the tomes I unearthed in the East Shroud. It has taken no small amount of delving through old tomes, some of them fairly difficult for me to acquire or even borrow. The Azzarneth Ossuary was particularly protective of one; I had to promise them all manner of things before they'd even let me in the same room with it, much less open it under intense supervision. I made quick work of my notes, copying down as much of it as I could, then I returned to Lavender Beds. I am ever-grateful to be quit of Ul'dah and Thanalan, much preferring the cool bower and shade of Gridania.
As ever, I find myself drawn to the out-of-doors when I spend time alone. This afternoon being no exception as I took my research out into the afternoon light. I found I had need of the light and open air, Astroix's recall to the front still weighing heavily upon me. Yet, even that burden was not to be mine for long as Erimmont Chevalier found his path intersecting with mine yet again. As the Fates would have it, he's to spend much of his time in Lavender Beds due to a patient of his residing there. Curious that I didn't realize him a physician before now, so much of the topic concerning him has revolved around his profession as a writer and the subject matter for which he does so. Thusfar, however, I have found his company to be a small comfort, given that there have been few that I feel I can genuinely be myself with. I think, perhaps, only Seiko rivals him in that.
Speaking of Seiko Murakami, she began my first lesson with Aetherics yesterday and it took me the better part of two bells to even begin to grasp what it was she was trying to teach me. And even now, I'm not sure I fully understand it. Something about how all aetheric energy is shared and when it is used for healing, it is simply replacing what's been lost. That we act only as a conduit for such energy, rather than manipulating and controlling it. Gods' Grace it all makes my head throb just thinking on it further.
At the end of the day, I found myself in the company of Barios Cuarn again. For all that the man is blind, I find him pleasant company. I believe he's new to the Harbingers as much as I am, for he was filled with questions about the different Branches this evening. I did my best to answer them, though I am no Herald and certainly no Saint. He seemed to take great interest in both the Martial and Crafting Branches. It is my hope that their respective Saints will see past his disability and judge him through his skill and willingness. I never seem to be able to fully have a conversation with him as something ever seems to interrupt. Foremost of it being an altercation down in the tavern with the Martial Branch.
I'm not entirely sure what went on, but I believe they finally apprehended the man that has been the talk of the last Company meeting or so. It is not prudent of me to write of his crimes here, but suffice to say I am sure that everyone will be glad to know he has been put behind bars. I merely hope the matter of his guilt or innocence resolves itself quickly.
Gods Bless, I think this is enough for today.