It's been so long that I forgot how good it felt to breathe unpolluted air, to feel the winds of the Autumn Wind Path on my face, the kiss of the Summerveil, and the lifted spirits of Astrazalian. The music, the wine, the air itself and the feeling of its soil beneath my feet, I'm home. Yet...so much hasn't changed, and the Dryads said it's been only 3 months from the Fomorian War. Only three full turns of the wheel, yet the land has been altered forever, yet Astrazalian has changed so little. What has happened since I left? Is it...I pray I'm wrong. If the veil bends time around the Prime Material Plane, could it bend both ways? I can't believe this hasn't been explored more, as it seems like such common sense, but... no, no it can't be. I must find him, I must find Rohan.

Three days from the anniversary. The anniversary of my family's death, my frightful flee, my displacement in this bleak world. And now Eclipse is the son of the woman who tore my life from me, and his father is the reason she did it. I...words are pointless. No story, no song, no lyrics, no poetry could put into words how I feel; how my stomach sinks, how my heart twists, how my legs grow weak at the memory of his touch down there...everywhere. I let her in, dammit. She found me again. The memory of my family found me again, and they curse me for thinking I could run from this, that I could escape what happened. Only one thing is clear to me now: I must face my demons, the devil herself, and end this pointless running. I'll either see my family again, or finally get to [i]live[/i].

Where the fuck is that damn Tabaxi at?! He's everywhere at once but no where always, I can't just...and why hasn't he visited the Nestled Hearth Tavern as of late? Is he avoiding me? Does he think I don't want to enjoy his company anymore? :'( I could use that piece of home about now. It's approaching the anniversary of my arrival here in Vyscaria. I'd like to spend that day with [i]him[/i].

Made a Druid Cry...again

Well...my temper got the better of me there. But he should have never told me how to grieve. He's hurt? Tough shit, kid, I'm not your pity project. You don't know how to heal this wound, and it's not your place to. But...by Titania's Wrath, was I a little harsh on the kid...? At least his brother understood where I was coming from, and his words actually helped. I swear, Eclipse has so much more emotional intelligence than he lets on.

I find myself falling dangerous attached to this damn Tabaxi. I promised myself long ago that I would always [i]make[/i] my home wherever I am, and I can't do that if Eclipse is holding me in the ground. I have to tell him...and I'm not going to enjoy it.

Made a Druid Cry

I successfully ventured across the Feywild and made it to the outskirts of Senaliesse where I could dive into the Elder Grove and hear the song of the Shifters through Communing with Nature. And boy, did I make Omen cry, but for a good reason for once; they were tears of joy. Yet another success on my role as the Butterfly.

Met two visitors from the Deepwood of all places. How peculiar and curious, yet familiar. I welcome the tidings of the wood wherever I may get it; a healthy bit of homesickness keeps the heart at bay, but this gold and black Tabaxi of charm and vigor does not, on the other hand. So I may have to indulge myself this night. After all, it has been too long~ Call it a Bard's curiosity, perhaps, a curiosity of the Fey. Plus, he's kind of adorkable, but in the best of ways.