Galen Tweed - The Threads of My Life

[Laldiien]

[SIZE=16]I think I have fallen in love. We’ve known each other a while now, and I miss her when she is not near. We’ve spoken of many things, some trivial, some of great importance. We’ve traveled together, we’ve fought side by side, and we’ve sat and talked. I feel she knows me. She has told me a few of her secrets, they worried me, and I love her anyway. I hope to see her again soon. [/SIZE]

[Laldiien]

Odd that I should find writing helps me think. I once found writing an onerous task to be avoided, now, it’s soothing. I’ve been thinking; there is very little actual teaching going on. I was raised knowing that Lucinda was the Weave and that all the magic comes from her. I attended the Church; I went through the training to be a Cleric of the Lady. Lately, I even seem to have earned her favor as now I innately know certain aspects of the Weave, but there is no one spreading her Word. I am not saying the Faithful have dried up and blown away, but I can’t recall hearing Her venerated.
  I’m going to remedy that. I went looking for a place to hold a sermon last night, met someone that was kind enough to offer her home as a gathering place. Now all I need to do is write it. Nothing fancy, nothing that will shake the ground, just a few reminders of who the Lady is, and why we love her.  

[Laldiien]

Corba and I went on a date. Nothing fancy, just a dinner and a walk. I genuinely enjoy her company, as I can be who I want to be, not who I am expected to be. When I speak with her, she seems to honestly listen and when she speaks, it’s important. Then again, I think that if she were to recite a crafting recipe, I would be enthralled, so I may not be objective. She is very special, and I want to tell her everything, but I fear she would not understand. People make certain assumptions and it’s easier to let them believe than it is to correct. Now, I won’t say I’m embarrassed, (Father is, but Father can be an ass) but it’s not something I use to introduce myself. “Hello, I’m Galen, and I’m, err, ‘pure’.” Never met the right someone. Now I have, and I am not sure where to go or what to do. Given what Corba used to do, this causes a bit a disparity. I have prayed about it, but I don’t think this is the type of issue I should take to a Warder. I’d be tossed for annoying them. Well, more later.

[Laldiien]

I don't even know where to begin. Allurial, gone. The Lady of the Land, dead. Seilian, in league with The Black Plague. All the things that matter seem to be unraveling with alarming speed. The only constant is Corba. She has remained a beacon of joy, a light that keeps my heart bright. Listening to her has encouraged me to strive for the Fallan Gis, and possibly, the Akh'faern Gis. I will begin my studies as soon as I can.

[Laldiien]

I continue to grow in my mastery of Weave. I am by no means a master, but I am no longer an unschooled fool. The Weave fills me; when I close my eyes, I see the patterns. When I quiet my mind, I hear her song. If I stand still, I can feel it suffuse me, flow through me.It isn't a great wave, but more of the gentle eddy of dozens of currents.
  I am still working toward the Fallan Gis. The study is long, but the knowledge is worth it. I wish that I could be accepted now, but patience is something we all must learn. I need sleep.

[Laldiien]

So much to tell. I told Corba I love her. It was not something I planned, it just sort of seemed to fit the end of a sentence. It felt entirely natural, like walking, breathing or praying. It was just as though it was the next obvious thing to say. Now, after I said it, I felt as though the world had fallen from the rafters and landed on my gut. Breathing was difficult, speaking was not possible and all I could see was Corba, standing before me, smiling. For an instant, I was terrified she would laugh, call me a foolish child, and say something to distract me. I've used that on my young cousins many times. She didn't laugh. She continued to smile. Then she told she loved me, too. I was at once overjoyed that she shared my feelings and overcome with a need to clean the house. Everything that had looked fine the way it was suddenly looked dim, and I had to makes things better for her. Maybe that's the impetus for change.
  On to other things. I bought a house. Lovely thing, a bit spacious, but it's was what was there. I may be looking at finding a tenant, depending. I hope to be throwing a house-warming party soon, I just need to find a good caterer.
  The house isfar enough from Prantz not to be noticed, close enough that it's handy.Prantz, and the free run a certain stubby dwarf has, is an issue. We are skirting it, hoping it will fix itself. Broegar is a dangerous element. I have heard of several groups trying to contain or unseat him, I think cooperation would work better. I am not a fighter, but if I can facilitate people are are, then I am fullfiling my purpose.
  Still nothing from the Church about advancement. I think a trip to Spellgard may be in order. Not so much to rattle a cage, mostly to find out how things are going. I do miss the tower. I miss looking up and seeing it comforting shadow.