Journal entry burned -
Entry previously read as follows:
Softbound Journal #1, pages 16 and 17 of 25
Though some may abhor
those which I adore,
I care all the more
for Benny the Boar.
-there's a doodle of a little boar in a collar followed by two pages of rusty druidic writing-
(Translated from Druidic and adjusted for syntax)
I'll call him Timber. Always meeting in the forest. Tall. Strong. Broad like the oak, and sheltering from what could have been - would have been - a storm. An act of protection and kindness without requirement. Those elements remind me of Light. She protects me even from Timber himself. A funny thought now.
I did nothing for him prior and he asked nothing of me since. I can view him as a friend and admire him as an ally. No reason to remain uncomfortable. None at all. Silly. Still. I owe him. True he asked nothing. But he did save me and the others from a potentially dangerous interaction. I am in his debt until I can repay him.
Chief pulled me away from Timber to talk. He planned this trip to Thundertree in order to ensure the people of the area remain protected. The thought of going there hurts. I'm ashamed. Going so willingly now after my unwillingness may have contributed to the death of Twin. What might he have been called? I didn't even think to ask.
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To go now feels like cowardice, the hard work already done. Like betrayal. I couldn't put it to words for Chief. Still can't. Not really. But he was patient and he is right. And so I will go.
Chief kept his word when I didn't expect it. I didn't have to go underground. I chose to for "Benny" but it was my choice. The freedom of choice. He's always given that to me. Choice to stay with Weaver and "Damaia". Choice to stay above ground. Choice to go to Thundertree. I'm grateful.
I'm grateful for all of them. I let loose some fear in that discussion. Weaver was already recovered from the large building. Chief and Wind Walker seemed to have fully recovered from the hill. She went down hard but has yet to complain. I've been meditating in the mornings more. She's always awake before me and doing her own meditations. The control she has over her body and words continues to be impressive.
I should work on that.
Signed, Sprout