Red Leather Tome [Journal]

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This simple tome is thick and well-worn.  The pages have been thumbed through a number of times, and crinkle gently when turned.  Its pages are bound in a rich red leather cover, with ornamental silver bindings at the corners, and silver leaf along the edge of each page, as one might find in a grimoire.  An elegant rune on the cover serves as an arcane lock which keeps the tome sealed tight against prying eyes.  An elaborate quill made from a larger-than-usual crow’s feather rests beside the book, a sealed pot of black ink beside it.  Opening the pages, one would find simple words on the first page, the writing neat but sprawling.

 

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The following page is covered with small but elaborate drawings, most of things not commonly found on Eorzea, or that many Eorzeans would have no knowledge of, others of things more common, such as various creatures.  All around the margins, the pages are decorated with interwoven roses, vines that present a solid border around the page.  At the bottom of that second page, in much neater and smaller script: "Musings and theories, formula and fact.  Herein lies the muttering incoherence of my thoughts, that I might someday categorize them."

 

The first few pages thereafter contain long entries, with very few words coherent, much of it written in cipher and a multi-lingual shorthand meant to be confusing to any but the writer.  Beyond that, more recently dated entries flow instead in simple script.

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[ Whatever entry had lain here has since been torn out, only the jagged edge of a page a remainder of what had been here. ]

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How long has it been since I wrote in this journal?  I feel it has been quite some time indeed.  I perhaps question my decision to refrain from writing, and will instead only say that a lack of lettering from me has meant good things in my life.  More importantly, it has meant that I have found better pursuits than simply writing.  I am living, with no greater need to record my life.  

 

Or perhaps that is where my folly comes in, and I should have been writing all along.  A'rklonn and I finally had our marriage ceremony.  It was a small and casual thing, with only a few people in attendance.  I had invited fair few friends, but the timing of the ceremony, it was later than intended, and so few arrived, and with little more than family around us, we restated our joining bond.  

 

The ceremony was pretty, but I feel no more bound to him than I was before, though now we have a formal contract that can serve as proof in the varied lands that recognize the ceremony as legitimate.

 

[Here, ink lays in several blotches, barely visible words beneath it, hastily marked out.]

 

I suppose I could say that these last few months have been nothing but idle hands with no real work set to them, but that would be untrue.  Much and more has happened, but little I feel like gracing these pages with.