Time passes by most peacefully here. I look to the travellers and messengers but it is very quiet here at present. I suppose most travel toward Valorn now for the festival. I wonder if it has started. The crushing weighted feeling is lifting though a melancholy remains. I feel detached from things. I do not mind - it is why I came I suppose. No word from home. I wonder if my messages have got through. Why I should have written to Richard again after all this time I do not know. I doubt that message will be delivered - even if it has reached Valorn how could it find its way to him? Dearest Purazon and Korba have not managed it. All I can hope is that no trace is a good sign. He always was a forestman of great skill.

I hope the little box made it to its destination; though I doubt the sense in sending that either. Here I am hiding myself away and then I reach out to others..... what a mess this head is in sometimes.

The warmth is creeping into my bones now though. So that's a good sign.

I went to the places dear remembered. I knelt so long waiting to see if that same feeling would rush through me again. It did not. I so wish it had but without them here it could not.

This solemn time of solitude does make you remember what you have to still cling to.........

I do not like this restlessness of spirit.