Where to begin…
Honora continues to amaze and amuse me. She is quite dedicated and has been diligently following Rollie’s teachings. I must confess that I find some of his musings trite, but his faith brings him peace, and I cannot fault his inner harmony. He is more at peace than any other man I know. I only hope he can guide Honora to the same inner peace. If she ever learns the truth of her heritage, she will surely need it. That she has not guessed, or at least suspected, is proof that a good heart has no bearing on intellectual capacity.
There have been many rumors, insinuations and outright speculation on this whole mess of the Halfling. I am watching people I have come to know as dependable and stable become increasingly hostile, confused and downright silly. So long as this mess does not rub off on me, I see no reason to interfere. If my assistance is requested, I will give it. Otherwise, they are on their own. The petty affairs and loves of others is simplistic and rarely worth commenting on, except when it poses a danger to the Weave. Rushing headlong with emotion would appear to be the most common pastime in those I know. The only notable exception that I have seen would be Kyle and Ferrit. Those two genuinely love each other, and it is almost a palpable thing when they are together. Sweet, really.
Now, on to the important things. I have recently been feeling a pull, a call. Previously, my bow had served me only when I was mentally fatigued from fighting. A crude backup, if you will, to casting magic. My aim, while adequate, has never been more than average, so I felt no reason to improve. As of late however, when I use my bow, I can feel Lucinda’s touch. This needs further study. I have asked Kyle to instruct me in the craft of arrow making. If I know my tools, I will be better able to wield them.
