PREFACE: Between Frodarick’s relative success in better managing his time, and my sheer boredom lately, I have decided to follow his example and resume journaling. I am admittedly curious if the time efficiency can offset the extra time dedicated to writing about one’s day.
8:00 am –
Wake up. Frodarick appears to have already risen and gone about his day, but he has left a note and a makeshift flower fashioned out of wire. Not sure where he got that, but it’s sweet of him, as he is wont to be. A wonder I wasn’t disturbed, given the size of the bed. Suppose last night tuckered me well out.
9:00 am –
Washed, dressed, and ready to go. It takes time to look good, though I daresay I am becoming quite adept at expediting the process without feeling rushed. Smells wafting up from the kitchen remind me of my hunger.
9:45 am –
Decided to try my hand at cooking breakfast. Met with decidedly mixed results. The eggs were horrendous (I wasn’t aware they could burn!) but the bacon turned out alright. Ate bread untoasted for fear of burning that as well. Thankfully it was quite fresh.
11:00 am –
Worked on latest composition. It’s nearing completion, and coming together nicely. Still missing a certain… something, though. Prayed to Olladra for inspiration, though I felt a little guilty invoking a god’s name for something so frivolous. Not too guilty though; I’ve never been a particularly godly woman, and I think it’s only fair given all the unanswered prayers for more serious and more selfless things. But I digress…
11:30 am –
Stumbled upon Hoch’s gift while rummaging through my drawer for the necklace I have dubbed the “hypnorock.” Haven’t seen the gem for months since I hid it away. Brought back some fond memories, and sad ones. It seems to me it had a faint warmth to it that I don’t remember from before. Gives me some ideas, not for my composition, but for another type of work altogether. Will return to that later.
12:15 pm –
Had lunch at the Open Palm Inn. The cooking and the service were pleasant enough, though I believe I saw a handful of women, and even one man, who I suspect may have been prostitutes. Thinking on it, it occurs to me that Nklos may have told a story or two about this place that corroborate what I saw. Interesting.
12:30 pm –
The gardens are so beautiful this time of year; I had nearly forgotten, it’s been so long. Rumour had it the tall trees growing along the edges had gone to seed elsewhere and been transplanted to Stormreach. I remember asking a devilish pirate and self-proclaimed botanist once upon a time how that could be done, and the memory made me smile.
2:45 pm –
Spent a good while checking out the local market. Lots of potential, to be sure. More than in any of the other areas I’ve looked at. I think I saw one I quite liked, but I’ll have to remember to keep an open mind for Frodarick’s sake.
3:30 pm –
That’s it! Olladra be praised, I finally realised what my song had been lacking: a lift. After humming a few different variations to myself, I’ve figured out the perfect progression. A fittingly buoyant melody for a cheery tune. My abrupt gasp drew a few looks, but that is a small price to pay for the satisfaction of a job well done.
4:00 pm –
Read my father’s letter and wrote him back. Seems he’s feeling better now. He had us all worried for a bit.
4:45 pm –
Had an early dinner from the guildhall kitchens so I could focus on other things.
7:15 pm –
Exhausted from sword training. Still, and probably always will be, more comfortable with magic than with weapons, but I am beginning to feel a bit more confident with a blade in my hands. More work to be done, for sure, but I’m getting there.
Sometimes I question why I bother practicing something I don’t particularly enjoy, and hope to never have recourse to use. Yet I know full well why. So that if the time comes, I’ll be ready. What with that crack between worlds in the Harbour and the stories surrounding it, that time may be soon. But is it my place to interfere? Can I really help, or will I just get in the way, as Arachan seemed to politely imply?
8:00 pm –
Preparing for tonight’s performance sure helped take my mind off deep, heavy thoughts. I think I may try out my new piece, which I have tentatively titled “Sunrise.” Heading to the Bogwater now.
10:00 pm –
Show went well. Larger crowd than usual. I wonder if business always picks up around this time.
10:45 pm –
Not quite tired enough to try sleeping, but too late to do anything productive. Considering how many people it houses, the guildhall is surprisingly peaceful at this hour. Yet I still hear voices, not clear enough to pick out words, but enough to know they’re there. Enough to know I’m surrounded by family. For now. I’m going to miss it here.