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Date: Seventh Umbral Era Year 5, 15th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon
I had never given one ilm of thought that I would ever become so busy. Between clients and smithing and friends, mayhap 'tis too much to bear? But I shall give it a chance.
Several suns past, I met a Miqo'te with yet another odd name, "Caen." He seemed quite typical of a Miqo'te, always looking for action and never desires to be bored. 'Tis almost like a crime should you see him not smiling and not speaking, despite his past that he somehow cannot remember. He says he is looking for his brother, and for the moment I cannot remember what his name was. I believe 'twas beginning with a V... of some sort. Anyroad, I also met a man by the name of Artorias. At first, I believed him to be just a tad eccentric. Mayhap a bit of a showoff, boasts of his experiences with war and travels, and believes that he holds much power. Suffice to say, he was also very egotistical. He was a part of Carteneau and boasts about what he has lost, and believes he has no place in this realm since everything has been taken away from him. As Caen had said, he does naught to allow himself to heal from the past. In fact, he refuses to be healed from the past. He also believes we live on an eighth level of hell and wants to rid of himself once he succeeds with what he plans to do: execute Gaius von Baelsar by his own hand, rid of as much of the Empire as he can, and then rid himself of this realm.
'Tis the most selfish thing I have ever heard with mine own ears.
By The Twelve, I'm lead to believe that I'm somehow being punished. Punished with facts I am not ready to fathom, or just mayhap accept. I've no idea that Augustine was under the influence of certain herbs. Herbs that alter consciousness, I'm lead to believe. Mayhap 'tis because I've been spending much time with Caen and Kelvana... Kelvana is another friend I met when I learned that Caen was going to Limsa Lominsa with Artorias and she was also to come along. Suffice to say, she may be the most normal hyur I've ever met.
Thank The Twelve Augustine returned. And he is his old self once again. I'm quite glad he is fine and is in no harm. But how I hate how he always gets himself into so much trouble, as he claims. At times, he is quite on edge. At times, he seems quite jovial and carefree despite the apparent feeling that he's either being watched or is about to get himself into trouble.
As I write this, I am being told that everyone wants me? Mayhap they are all daft, for they ignore the fact that I've no ideas as to how this... romance deal entails. I've naught any idea what to do, nor do I have the slightest clue how to court. And believe me, I'm in no hurry to experience it. After witnessing my mother's heart break at the news of my father, I am not quite certain I want to be involved with that sort of thing.
Mayhap I should end it here. Still, my mind beckons to wonder where Miir'a is. It has been quite a long time since I've spoken with him. His linkshell seems to be dysfunctional as I cannot reach him. I hope he is well and he will reply to my mail by moogle.
I had never given one ilm of thought that I would ever become so busy. Between clients and smithing and friends, mayhap 'tis too much to bear? But I shall give it a chance.
Several suns past, I met a Miqo'te with yet another odd name, "Caen." He seemed quite typical of a Miqo'te, always looking for action and never desires to be bored. 'Tis almost like a crime should you see him not smiling and not speaking, despite his past that he somehow cannot remember. He says he is looking for his brother, and for the moment I cannot remember what his name was. I believe 'twas beginning with a V... of some sort. Anyroad, I also met a man by the name of Artorias. At first, I believed him to be just a tad eccentric. Mayhap a bit of a showoff, boasts of his experiences with war and travels, and believes that he holds much power. Suffice to say, he was also very egotistical. He was a part of Carteneau and boasts about what he has lost, and believes he has no place in this realm since everything has been taken away from him. As Caen had said, he does naught to allow himself to heal from the past. In fact, he refuses to be healed from the past. He also believes we live on an eighth level of hell and wants to rid of himself once he succeeds with what he plans to do: execute Gaius von Baelsar by his own hand, rid of as much of the Empire as he can, and then rid himself of this realm.
'Tis the most selfish thing I have ever heard with mine own ears.
By The Twelve, I'm lead to believe that I'm somehow being punished. Punished with facts I am not ready to fathom, or just mayhap accept. I've no idea that Augustine was under the influence of certain herbs. Herbs that alter consciousness, I'm lead to believe. Mayhap 'tis because I've been spending much time with Caen and Kelvana... Kelvana is another friend I met when I learned that Caen was going to Limsa Lominsa with Artorias and she was also to come along. Suffice to say, she may be the most normal hyur I've ever met.
Thank The Twelve Augustine returned. And he is his old self once again. I'm quite glad he is fine and is in no harm. But how I hate how he always gets himself into so much trouble, as he claims. At times, he is quite on edge. At times, he seems quite jovial and carefree despite the apparent feeling that he's either being watched or is about to get himself into trouble.
As I write this, I am being told that everyone wants me? Mayhap they are all daft, for they ignore the fact that I've no ideas as to how this... romance deal entails. I've naught any idea what to do, nor do I have the slightest clue how to court. And believe me, I'm in no hurry to experience it. After witnessing my mother's heart break at the news of my father, I am not quite certain I want to be involved with that sort of thing.
Mayhap I should end it here. Still, my mind beckons to wonder where Miir'a is. It has been quite a long time since I've spoken with him. His linkshell seems to be dysfunctional as I cannot reach him. I hope he is well and he will reply to my mail by moogle.