On the Road #5

I found myself wondering if it is odd I greet my journal as if it is its own being. It is something I’ve done since childhood. I never had any friends, and my only companion was Luthien and on the rarest occasions my mother. I was lonely—maybe that is why I first enjoyed the extra attention they gave me. Perhaps it is my own fault.
 
I’d rather not think about that.
 
I spoke to Anastasia today about what happened at the Bakers—against all our better judgement. I trust her. He gave me some good insights about it I suppose. It was self-defense. Either way, I hope this doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass. Being vulnerable with someone is strange—especially when they are so much younger than you. Anastasia has promise though, and a family who loves them—gods who look upon him and smile. I haven’t ever put too much thought into the gods. I prayed when instructed but I never worshiped. Why would I worship something and give it power when it has done nothing but give me pain?
 
We now ride back to Hollow Oak home, I believe to collect the bard and check in with Legacy and Vaygrade. Then we will leave for Eastrin.
 
 
Note to self: don’t let people buy you 32 drinks and talk you into drinking half of them.
 
 
My head hurts.