Here we go again... another long stretch of marcs where I havent even thought of my journal, let alone put plume to paper. I guess things get to be too 'day to day' to write about and when they arent, Im too excited to write. One extreme to the other, I suppose. I guess that is what happens when there is a lack of drama in ones life. When there is something dramatic, I tend to forget to record my own thoughts on the matter until sometime when the timing is beyond the pale. Im sure there is a balance; at least, there once was when I wrote in my journal regularly. Now its become a lot of entries about how I never write in here any more. Ironic? I suppose. But destiny waits for no man, nor his journal.

In guild news, we've had the delight of a new applicant and seeing as she is a rather close friend of mine already, I am hoping she gets the vote. I really dont see why she wouldnt, but then I am only number 5 and there are those that come before and after me. There are Nine on our council, at the moment, and she would be Ten. Near on thirty, I believe, in our guild in total but not all see fit to take on the time consuming responsibilities of being a council member. And the non-council members have quite a solid reputation of being extremely elusive, as well as some that prefer an anonymous life. Then there are those that travel with the Murder of Crows - but they are all together their own... epic story, to be sure. Its odd to think that I started out as number nine, but have been number five for over a year now. We dont renumber our 22 often, as one could imagine that could get very tedious. I recall the first time was when Haleth resigned, then Rasurlis (who became number eight just short marcs before I was dubbed nine) and Morbius (the seventh at the time) saw fit to not return to Valorn, and that was within the first few months which brought me to number six, where I remained happily for over a year. Then it was around this time last year when Ixon left and things have been constant since.

On a personal level, things have been blissful and I remain happy. Which may be another reason I dont write as much as I once did. I talk to Fleur in place of writing all my random thoughts and feelings in my journal, and recount all of my tales of exploration to her. So, I guess I feel less of a need to talk to myself. I am sometimes still amazed at the way she loves me. I wont pretend to know why, but she does and for that I thank all the stars that shine while Sunrifter sleeps. Shes very good to me, very good for me and somehow manages to balance all of my attention seeking boyish behaviors with leading the guild and seeing to her own training. It wont be long before she will be seeking out the Mysterious Portal and complete the quest for her own Ultimate Weapon. Im very excited for her. Its been a long time coming, but she has been to the trainer many times since the last Fall Festival (and is quite a bit more diligent in her training than I am at the moment).

For my part, I remain. Carousing a bit less, fighting a bit less, preferring to spend my nights warm in my bed instead of in the cold and wild of the dark places of Valorn, but ready to answer the call of the Crier, the Order, and the Queen. Maybe I have always been soft at heart, or maybe its just been awhile since the battle bug has bitten me. There are always initiates and apprentices to mentor however. Oh, and my favorite apprentice has returned during these last few weeks. Its been good to see Daisy around with the usual bounce in her step again. Not long after returning she visited the trainer. She does me proud and I am still anxious to see her reach her full potential.

Well, enough rambling on and wasting ink for me. Sunrifter will soon rise and there is another day ahead to be conquered.


Note to self:
Answer letters, replace Fleur's ink and clean her plume before she notices.