Journal Entry #5

Ran'Olvad, 1000 YAR

The mountains here are different than the ones I am familiar with. They are such a fiery red in color that I find myself wondering if they will burn me. I’ve looked at my sketches of Caliban’s mountains more often than I can bear to count. If I close my eyes I can still see them… I’ll cherish this ability, for I fear it will not last long.

All is not woe, and perhaps I should endeavor to find more of the lighter side of this… adventure? Yes, perhaps that’s what I shall refer to it as.

They call themselves the Bhediya. I am told they are only a small group; one of many. They are led by a young woman, perhaps not much older than I. She calls herself Soyolmaa. Her skin is dark and tanned from the sun, while mine is light and pale like the moon. Her hair is dark, while mine is nearly white. Her hands are calloused and her muscles defined, while my hands have only the faintest trace of wear and I fear I could not lift a sword. Despite our differences, as the drums beat and the fires roared, she showed me how to dance. Underneath the moon and the warmth of the fire, I felt the red soil beneath my feet for the first time.

This will not be the only time we dance. And… in the future, it will be her hands I gift Matron Seven’s blades.

Dysis