The first two things I saw when I woke yesterevening were a journal entry and a message, both written by the same person. I sent messages to those of the guildkin who were awake ... I searched the guild ... but all to no avail. It was too late ... Skyelark had left the lands.
We'd grown closer over recent times, sitting and chatting at the guildhall when we both had the time to do so. It's good to have someone to talk things over with, and I can only hope those chats lifted Skyelark's spirits as much as they did mine. Though maybe not,in view of the fact she's no longer here. Seems I failed to help someone as I hoped I could ... again.
Skyelark ... fellow rogue, guildkin, friend ... I hope your future path takes you to a place of peace and contentment. It's been a joy and an honour to have known you.


Fall festival has come and gone. It's been an enjoyable time. Gatherings and taletellings to attend, contests and competitions to take part in. I'm gateful to those who organised the events ... and even more so to those who thought some of my efforts deserved recognition!

The season, though, was not all joyful for me. The PallasFish had no scurvy pirate captain to pit his wits against, and to continue the tale from last time. And there were others too who I did not see, others who slept through much of the festivities, or who had little or no time to exchange a few words. But all in all, it's been an enjoyable time. The costumes are now packed away 'til next festival, the banditos have gone back to ... well, wherever banditos go!

Though each festival passes in it's own time, we have to hope that the friendship and fellowship remain in the lands - for without that we are lost.