This evening I spent twice the amount of time meditating. I sought to calm my nerves and reflect before my arrival at Artemesia come Saysday. I wondered about Bishop De Borel; about the sort of woman she might be to have been friends with Sensei. I do hope that we get on well. I spent some time, as always, feeling the flow of the Weave around me. The winds howl outside of my window like a song in another tongue. I listen that I might overhear some ancient wisdom as I lay hands on my body. Soon. Soon I shall grasp the power which I have sought for so very long. Perhaps not before my birthday, but perhaps before my next.
Being on the road reminds me of that fateful trip I took with Sensei when she came to fetch me from Vayu’Ped. It feels like that trip was ages ago. I still remember the swath of conflicting emotions that washed over me on that day when I joined her on that carriage. Just the two of us to keep one another company. Looking back, I could have been more grateful to Sensei. She truly tried her best to ease my nerves at the time, but I scarcely knew kindness in those days, and so I found her rather tiresome.
I wonder what that child might have thought, were someone to tell them that one day they would hold those quiet moments so dearly in their heart? That in time, they would trust the woman on the carriage more than anyone in all of the Empire? I suppose that surly child would brush the discussion aside and pointedly inquire why it mattered if it had yet to happen. I have changed so much since then, but that child shall always be a part of me.
My thoughts carry over to Sensei. I wonder if she is meditating as well, or perhaps she has already finished. I wonder if she is concerned over my travels? I shall write her a letter after I arrive at the Sanctuary, so she might know that I have reached my destination without troubles. It shall be strange not to have Sensei to rely upon in my times of need. I am, of course, accustomed for some periods of time without her, as she is a very busy person. However, never since we have met have I had to endure over three months without being able to see her. Why, it shall be Summer by then.
Best not to concern myself with such things so shortly into this adventure, however. Certainly, I shall only torture myself further by dwelling upon it. I must collect my thoughts, hone them like a blade, that I might pierce into the deeper meaning of the words which I will most certainly be required to scribe come to morrow. If I am to please Bishop de Borel, I must focus my efforts fully upon the task with which I am to be assigned.