I can scarcely believe that this is my fifteenth Arsday on the Argentian Ocean. Tomorrow, it will have been three whole months, an entire Summer, since we departed from Peschaniko and left Verous. The dusk of Arsday is always a time of reflection and meditation. As the sun sinks below the horizon, I think of the many dusks that I watched from the deck of the Aunt Hare. I think of the dusks that I shall see whilst on Morado. How many, I wonder, until I might see another familiar face? How many until I might be able to return to Verous?
I reflect upon the faces of the people that I have met on this voyage and the minutiae of information that is gleaned from such passing contact. Even should I never see these people again, some shall inevitably leave an impression upon my memory for some time to come. As rowdy as the sailors can be, I have quite enjoyed the peace of the sea while it lasts, and the quiet solitude of my work here. If I had no other aspirations, I could almost picture myself passing years working alongside Captain Siesko. Despite appearances, he has been a responsible host and a good employer. However, I have aspirations aplenty, and none of them involve wasting away years for the sake of easy coin.
I meditate on the dusks that I have seen before. I meditate upon the people with whom I shared those dusks and the memories that we share. I meditate upon the storm within, the way it touches the weave, and the ways that the weave connects us even if we cannot see those bonds. I reach out with all of my will and attempt to grasp onto those bonds that I might pluck them like the strings of a koto, the reverberations carrying their sound to the ears of those who I hold dear. Alas, such techniques are still beyond my grasp. Soon, perhaps, but I am not yet even upon the cusp of such mastery.
Sensei has used those very bonds to speak to me on occasion, and has promised that she would do so periodically after I arrive in Alloyus. I am very much looking forward to it, though I find the parameters of Sending to be rather restrictive. I ought to write her a letter to properly explain my experiences on the Aunt Hare. Perhaps Captain Siesko would be so kind as to ensure it arrives safely. If he requires it, I would gladly pay him for the trouble. However, there will surely be much to speak about even after landfall. Content that would be far too dense to properly parse for Sending in any manner of efficiency.
It would be far too costly and cumbersome to convey messages through letters as well. This is not even to speak of the delay in correspondence that such a medium would naturally have. I suppose that Sending will have to do for the foreseeable future. Once I have found a way to cast a Sending myself, it should be twice as easy for Sensei and I to correspond in such a manner. It still is not ideal, but it shall be serviceable. If only I could reach that breakthrough in a timely manner.
I suppose I will simply need to maintain a record of the course of events as they unfold upon me once I arrive in Morado. One day, when those records are sufficiently full, I shall scribe a copy and send it to Sensei. Ideally, of course, I will simply hand the journal over to her personally when we see one another again. Best not to take such a thing for granted, however.
This does pose the problem of allowing Sensei to read the entries I have already made in this journal without an audience in mind, this entry included. It really is not so much of an issue, however. I am like an open book to Sensei. There is little that I have left unsaid between us, and it would be wise to anticipate that that matter is also known by her. Besides, nothing which I would be unable to say to her directly has ever been put to paper. Information so precious is best disseminated in person. Perhaps, should a day come where this journal can be delivered directly,
But such frivolous thoughts are best not continued. Not by means of the pen.