"The gilded doors of negation ever so slowly open" - Aedyra Vantior, To the Great Shore.
Dear journal,
I have been thinking about Aedyra and her book a lot these days. She hated to write about love, it seems. She never really felt it, but she understood it, they say. So she probably knows what she is saying.
Anyways, I am now travelling with Talion and his group of friends. It is wonderful. Out of Ionolia for the first time. We crossed the Metops mountains into Vormiol, passed the fields where so many wars were fought, reached the great city of Pellin and boarded a ship across the calm Syomalos. The sea is as beautiful as they say. And so calm, and refreshing. To think of it, I expected to be disappointed. You know when you inflate things in your head, build up expectations, only to be shattered when you see or do that thing for real? Well, I thought it would be the case, but no. That makes me glad. There's more to this world than expectations. I always hoped that, but I think my heart has problems actually interiorizing this hope. Well, not all time is lost.
I have some interesting comrades. I thought of several ways in which to describe them, and I settled for fruit. So, here's my assessment (in no particular order):
Verfys - (red) apple
Nixie - walnut
Bart - cherry
Heron - melon
And then there's Talion, of course, I think I'd give him the lemon.
Anyways, this band of fruits (oh wait what am I - hm I say I'm one of those sour grapes no one picks) reached Alomir, a sun-bathed island full of olive trees and white houses. Quite the land, to be fair. And with such a history. Amazing to think what happened to this little place in such a short time. From a kingdom to another, then to some sort of republic, partly Tovan-style, partly 30 peoples-style, but mostly unique. I'd be curious to meet Damaschini and Endi'e and Lomis, who designed it. They sound like wholly different people, one from another, though.
We had a nice time in a bar that evening. Except well for Talion who had to be as charming as a dried clay brick when he told me he wants to show me some library he worked in. Because he left me for a library.
Story is quite long, but I don't want to write it. Why write such sad things. I don't know what he wants. He behaves as if I'm not there. Then, from time to time, he makes some half-hatched mannerisms, like this. For what? I don't know what (if anything) goes in his head.
I'm supposed to be his fiance, but I barely feel as his acquaintance right now. Why can't I simply get him out of my head? Why must I be so sad about this? Why, if not because I want something?
I'm so inexorably dumb.