2nd Respitsday of Rising Autumn, Second Age 1853: The day after our return, Isenara was eager to meet with Daereth, ostensibly to thank him. But I've noticed her eyes linger on him longer than necessary, her voice softer when she speaks to him. There's a curiosity, a wonder if perhaps Isenara harbors desires for something more intimate with him. It's intriguing to watch, to feel the flutter of her heart as if it were my own, though I remain an observer, tucked away in the recesses of our shared consciousness.
Later that day, Isenara brought Zhyrissa and Drin together, an attempt to unite the alchemical minds of our community. Watching her interact with Zhyrissa, there's this strange thrill for me, a voyeuristic delight in observing the subtle dance of their romance. There's an unspoken chemistry, a connection that's both fascinating and a bit thrilling to witness from my unseen vantage point.
Drin's approach to alchemy, however, is the polar opposite of how I do research. His methods are chaotic, a whirlwind of experimentation where I prefer order, precision, and a methodical approach. Seeing him work, with vials and flasks scattered like leaves in a storm, it's almost like watching art in its wild, untamed form. It's both frustrating and fascinating, a stark reminder of the diversity in our craft. His chaos is a contrast to my order, yet there might be something to learn from his madness.