It's been a rather idle time for me since the incursion to the dark fortress. I've spent much of the time resting though when I wake I've been speaking with those kin I see.
Much has changed in the lands since that great invasion, and I've had much to reflect on, to think about, in between my long periods of sleeping. Taking time to think, even snatching a few marcs much-needed rest - these just as most things in the lands are actions that carry their own price.
I took an opportunity to pay a visit to my old friend Denion, the master smith. We discussed a few ideas, and caught up on each other's news.
Much of the time I've been surrounded by parchments waiting for my words to be scrawled upon them, and slowly I've been starting to catch up with the accumulation of things on the to-do list!
Surrounded by changes - affected by changes - life goes on as ever. Speaking with friends old and new when opportunity arises, helping those I can, advising others if asked. These, as well as the struggles of the past to defend the lands, are what make up the fabric of our existence.

And there are plans to make, to put in action in a cycle's time. The seasons move on as ever, seemingly unnoticing of the petty lives of humans, and FallFest with its associated joy approaches.