[Interia_Discordius]

On the dawn of this day, I leave from the village of Hlint. The sun is to my back as I walk, its fingers reaching over the hills as if in guidance to my intended direction.

I will not look back, 'lest it blind me, but turn my gaze forwards and appreciate the golden sheen it gives these lands.

This is the blessing that the Lady of Dreams has granted me. My day of departure was not seen with wind and rain, but with gentle breeze and songbird, and the heavy heat that oft' accompanies summer days such as these seems not as prevalent. Perhaps it is the work of the gods; Perhaps it is simple optimism that lightens the weight of my gear and makes each step as if some part of a dance.

Such is the uncertainty granted to only the uncertain. I question too often. Is that feature or flaw?

My journey towards Fort Llast and eventually Port Hempstead continues. I hope to find a caravan to make the passing of each mile easier, as it would give me more time to finalize my thoughts before beginning on my true goal. I'm only afraid that I may make an error before then.

Here was I, thinking that I would not have to worry of my impression with other people. It may have influenced my haste in leaving after having received my longbow, but if that is the case, then I certainly did not think of the difficulties ahead.

Regardless, whether I receive a cold reception or not, such concerns should not put me ill at ease for now. Until I arrive at Port Hempstead, I will simply enjoy what beauty there is to see. That is the true meaning of my own life.

~Acanthus Lanassori of House Dawnrose
Gateway, the 1th of Autumn Harvest, 1440