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Date: Seventh Umbral Era Year 5, 4th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon
I've incessantly neglected my writings in this book. Mayhap that is because I've been quite busy lately with commissions, travels, and making sure the friends I seem to have made have been in decent spirits. Though I must say, 'tis not an easy thing to do for some people. I suppose I've made a friend of Augustine and... mayhap there is quite too much with him. He is quite easily shaken, easy to mistrust others, easily made paranoid, and quite very much lacks social graces. He always seems to be in much trouble and never quite figures out how to get out of them. Can friendship be measured by one's tolerance levels? At times, I feel that he is insufferable. In fact, 'tis mostly the feeling I get from him. There's quite a dysfunction there somewhere and I pray Byregot may build him a better mind.
There is a matter of a Miqo'te named X'yue. He seems a bit eccentric, but 'tis easy to speak with him. He has advised that I take Augustine and Rain (yet another Miqo'te) with a grain of salt, which precisely means not to take them quite seriously. 'Tis a little difficult to do such a thing when you've not been presented much of them in order to gauge the level of seriousness they should be taken in, and I suppose that 'tis dependent on situations and circumstances.
And yet, there is Miir'a. A Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te. Despite what his friend T'brohka says about him, Miir'a is kind, generous, and empathic. 'Tis like I met someone who seemed difficult to hide behind because he seemed quite eccentric yet awkward and it reminded me quite of myself and how I interact with others. I never thought I'd tell anyone about my father and yet when he asked when my father became past tense, 'twas hard to even think about coming up with stories and I told Miir'a what truly happened and what became of him at the Battle of Carteneau. 'Twas difficult to talk about, and yet the words formed as I spoke of my father without difficulty. He and I exchanged linkpearls in order to keep in contact with each other, in case assistance is needed or requested. I do hope to speak to him once again.
'Tis rather late so I shall end it here.
I've incessantly neglected my writings in this book. Mayhap that is because I've been quite busy lately with commissions, travels, and making sure the friends I seem to have made have been in decent spirits. Though I must say, 'tis not an easy thing to do for some people. I suppose I've made a friend of Augustine and... mayhap there is quite too much with him. He is quite easily shaken, easy to mistrust others, easily made paranoid, and quite very much lacks social graces. He always seems to be in much trouble and never quite figures out how to get out of them. Can friendship be measured by one's tolerance levels? At times, I feel that he is insufferable. In fact, 'tis mostly the feeling I get from him. There's quite a dysfunction there somewhere and I pray Byregot may build him a better mind.
There is a matter of a Miqo'te named X'yue. He seems a bit eccentric, but 'tis easy to speak with him. He has advised that I take Augustine and Rain (yet another Miqo'te) with a grain of salt, which precisely means not to take them quite seriously. 'Tis a little difficult to do such a thing when you've not been presented much of them in order to gauge the level of seriousness they should be taken in, and I suppose that 'tis dependent on situations and circumstances.
And yet, there is Miir'a. A Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te. Despite what his friend T'brohka says about him, Miir'a is kind, generous, and empathic. 'Tis like I met someone who seemed difficult to hide behind because he seemed quite eccentric yet awkward and it reminded me quite of myself and how I interact with others. I never thought I'd tell anyone about my father and yet when he asked when my father became past tense, 'twas hard to even think about coming up with stories and I told Miir'a what truly happened and what became of him at the Battle of Carteneau. 'Twas difficult to talk about, and yet the words formed as I spoke of my father without difficulty. He and I exchanged linkpearls in order to keep in contact with each other, in case assistance is needed or requested. I do hope to speak to him once again.
'Tis rather late so I shall end it here.