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Destiny waits for no man.
Destiny waits for no man.
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March 2008
Entries Dated Friday, 14 March 2008
I suppose it is my own fault. My fault for making such a mess of the library so many months ago. My fault for shelving my journal behind often forgotten books - leaving it to be forgotten as well. But here it is. Where it has been for many months now and in the same perfect condition as I left it. Its my own fault for not writing in my journal for so long, but I had not been in the habit of writing as I used to.

No sense in attempting to catch up on months gone past.
It's almost spring now and for once it doesn't seem like the winter has left such a cold scar on the world. Life goes on in Valorn, no matter the season, I suppose. And life keeps us all busy - defending the many raids that have been coming at the most random times and often not allowing much of a rest between. It's always reassuring to see Azure's blue hat dashing to and from the raids, in and out of the Inn, and still having time to stop long enough for a cheerful hello. There are more than a few dedicated defenders of Valorn and Valorn is lucky to have them. If anything could bring light back to every dark corner of the lands, it is definitely the will of its people to do good.

My own training has come to a halt, although it is only temporary, but I have been enjoying escorting Fleur to the trainer these many times in the past two months. She makes me proud with every turn of the marc - one could not ask for a better guild leader, charitable and thoughtful friend, or loving and tender companion. It still amazes me to think how our relationship has changed since the first time I met her in Dundee Inn, but such is fate - and it has been far too long since that meeting to recount its many twists and turns. But here we are and here we will remain.

I saw Ixon in the Inn today. I probably shouldnt have said those things to him and left him to his... whatever it was... nostalgia, I think he called it. Fleur won't be happy with me. At. All. Many people seem happy to see him return and for my part I don't wish him ill, but that doesn't mean I am happy to see him talk about having no friends and caring about nothing more than his artifacts - he forgets his children and I think that would hurt Fleur most. Even more than the implication that he never cared about her. So call me irrational, or protective, or foolish... but I did walk away in the end and I do know I should have just left him to his... whatever he calls it. Nostalgia.

A trip to Ethucan is overdue. I am very fond of the fountain in the Memorial Park.
Raffe posted @ 21:52 - Link - comments