Been weeks since my last entry. Oh my.
I've been, absent, really. Mentally, I mean. Lost on... everything a bit, but also finding myself again. This Winter was... not good. Not really, no.
Currently I'm sitting at the Voliere in Lucine. Haven't left the city in quite a while now, but the birds are soothing to watch.
Hmmm... what happened? Vampires in Lucine.
Terribly obvious, but alas, these lands are cursed in their own way, the natives dismissing the creatures of undeath as fairy tales.
No one tried to stop them, as they were noble heirs, and destroying them could have lead to a murder trial.
How silly.
In the end we... grueled them out of the city, in a way. At least my chosen home harbour is rid of them again.
There was another lovely poetry night I partook in. I get better at poetry.
[a somewhat crumpled note is stuck between the pages of this entry]
The Rose
A flower blooming on the edge
Of a garden with a hedge
Against all odds she had there grown
To bear quite a precious crown
A Crown of ruby, adorned by gems
You have to cross many dales and glens
Before you can reach down to pluck
This blossom that shall bear your luck
But once that evil deed is done
It's thorn will bite you my dear son
For ending someone else's life
Will only bring you pain and strife
And nothing on this world is free
So feel free to pluck and see
But once you had then paid the price
This curse is broken just like ice
And this flower then might bring
Your dearest one a smile, a grin
So be careful then to pluck a rose
Be cautious about whom you chose
Cause it's quite the easy start
The breaking of a heart.
And then I was in possession of a most foul item. And there is seemed so promising, seeing her again.
But it whispered lies to me. Disgusting lies. And so I had to get rid of it again. Just hoping it's doing no harm where it is now.
But it made me realise. Even if I still hope the rumpors are a lie, that you didn't take your life in the waters, I have to go on, my dear.
Too often did the memories of you keep me back, hindered me on finding new fortune again. You are still my drive, my conscience, the one that shall be proud of me when I see her in the afterlife. But I have to move on. Fare well, Alina.
And I feel the sea calling now. She's whispering to me when I stand at the harbour of Lucine.
I need a ship.
But it needs to be *my* ship. *My* design, *my* plans. And navigatorial plans. The Celestial Bodies of this plane can change from domain to domain.
Old Captain Silverkin teached me too much to let it go to waste.
He was a gentleman of fortune, and so am I.
Was... probably still is...
Bet he's asking why I don't send letters. The only man that was something akin to family that was left...
He wouldn't believe what I'm doing nowadays...
My Birthday Party was a bit of a mess though.
What else...?
Francette is now Baronesse de Fincelles. I serve a real proper Broness now!
It's weeks ago it became official, but I'm still excited and quite happy for her.
[this entry ends here, just an absently drawn heart decorates the lower half of the page]