A few turns sorrow. Silent promises to oneself. And, as ever of late, training. A student shown to the temple. A wondrous reunion despite its brevity.

Of late, these have been the milestones that marked my turns. Wonderful ones, for the most part. I couldn't but help the ache of learning my oldest and dearest friend was to go home, I know not for how long. For cycles now, I have known that people come and go in the adventurer's trade. This, perhaps, was a step for me into the reality of that.

Followed by a step as soothing as any I could imagine. A reassurance that though people come, go, some maybe return. Jael was one of the first and few I met in the early steps of my time as an adventurer, though before recent I had not seen her since before last Summerfaire. Though our prior acquaintance was brief, my joy at seeing a fondly remembered old friend was insurmountable.

Change may be a fact of the lands. But ever so is hope.
Presently, my hope is that blue guardians are not erroneously named.

Beyond that, I hope only to someday find answers to questions of cycles past.