Dear Diary,
After a good night’s rest in a very comfortable bed, I don’t think I’ve ever slept on such a soft mattress with such amazingly smooth blankets, we had breakfast with sir Flinn before heading back to the caravan to continue our journey to Hillside.
On the way back to the campsite, Gael and Dadroz told me about a dream they had. Both of them had the exact same dream, and as we later learned from our companions, So did everyone else except Miss Liliana and myself. Maybe we were excluded for some reason? Or maybe our will was too strong for it to be affected by whatever caused this dream? Or maybe we were not strong enough to share in it? Who knows. Either way, from what Gael described, the dream, or vision centered around the pool of boiling water, and a beautiful female voice singing in Elven. Gael was so kind to translate it, and the song holds a dire warning for the future of Rosebloom, or at least that is what I think.
“In shadows cast by twilight’s mourn.
A town lies still, its fate forlorn.
Whispers haunt its one dead street.
Where sorrow and despair entreat.
Hollow windows, shattered panes.
Reflect the echoes of past refrains.
Once bustling with life’s vibrant hum.
New silence reigns, a drive begun.”
Gael decided to write a letter about this dream and its message to sir Flinn, something I approve of greatly. I must say that in these few days of travel, Gael is certainly the one who’s made an impression on me. I will need to spend more time with him.
As we arrived at the camp, I noticed my brother looking a bit grumpier than his usual cheerful self, and a short inquiry later told me that his evening had not gone as I had envisioned. Instead of dancing with and enjoying the presence of fair Elsa, he had been entertaining young Anna in conversation about arcane magic, whilst Elsa’s attention had been stolen away by Robert. Poor Luke, having a third contender for the heart of the young noble must weigh on his soul, but I’ll just have to remind him that one dance will not win over her heart so easily. I think his effort in entertaining the young girl will have made much more of a positive impact on Elsa than a dance would have. She values reading and knowledge almost as much as he does. I hope he sees that.
The third contender for her heart apparently got into a bit of a row with the local hunters. Poor Alistan being accused of cheating while arm wrestling their leader Anton. I did not see the match and I have not seen this Anton, but Alistan is too noble to cheat, and let us be honest, with his physique, it is not hard to imagine he won fair and square.
After packing everything, we departed Rosebloom. On the way past the castle, I spotted sir Flinn looking over us, so I waved at him in greeting. I hope we will meet again, and I hope someday I will be able to introduce Alistan, Liliana and Edward to him.
The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully, and when we made camp for the evening, Onvyr informed us that it was time for our group to stand guard. So we split in groups, with Gael taking two shifts, as the cunning little elf barely needs sleep it seems.
Dated 3rd of Lug, Year 121 era of the Tree