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~A Journal of The Kingdoms~ V Perhaps still cursed but... perhaps also divinely protected. I am grateful for many who walk here. I give recognition to the Rangers, for their encouragement always, and to the Merchants, for which I have been blessed with such exceptional honesty that I'll be forever grateful. It is the honesty here that has lead me to the kin I was not expecting to find. Of shadow and whisper. I have slipped in my discipline of studies. It is difficult when the events of the kingdoms are so inviting. I cannot remember the last I saw Mage Wand though my intention is to visit him again today. It has been difficult when the paths have shifted so. I have been plagued with visions of silver; it consumes all. I think it started with the ritual. The diviner's calling to the community to restore the balance. Later that evening, another call of fortunes. The Prophet's hands were quick to move around his cards, his attention locked in my direction; it was transfixing. He explored my question of Fate. Troubles in the past, an obstacle here in the present, and hope for the future. It was soothing, satisfied I left without much other word. The next morning Chidoja was eager for me to spend more time in Koguryo, ushering me off to engage with yet another. One much like me, pushing the bounds and constructs many are confined to here. Patient but persuasive, not forgetting before I left to shove parchments in my pockets. I read the letter several times, before one evening finally penning my reply and sending it off. Sheng each time I visit will wave a fresh roll of parchment, perhaps straight from the scribe herself. There was a hint of scent I did not recognise when I opened the scroll; rich and sweet. It is calming but also inviting; perhaps a lure, perhaps a beacon - Can both co-exist? The night began to draw in and the Rangers once again had called us together for tournament engagement. My luck of course all in the beginning, where I was blessed with the spring mark of archery for my efforts! I collapsed to the sleep arrows shortly after, ha. It was whilst resting on the side lines the energy shifted. The scent hit me again; slight, but present. I made my observations, a few faces I did not recognise. The energy, almost seraphic I could not speak. Captured but embraced. When I returned home that evening I slept perhaps the best I've ever done so here in the kingdoms. Another day passed and I was in Tai-Chi feeding the horses and reading the pages shared there. The energy shift. The scent. Again. I turned swiftly on my heels, and from there I was paralysed. My friend, a Poet on his path of Nature and face I know well, with the Elder. Captivated again, I could do nothing more than blink in her direction. Perhaps this happens often as she dismissed my attention, ushering the Poet off for his reading. Was it not for my Poet friends jester-like tug at my clothes would I have said anything at all! Mercy and grace, for once they'd left I let go of the breath that I didn't even know I'd kept held in my chest. My curiosity desperately wanted to follow them, to just observe, but awe and caution convinced me otherwise. I have since called once through the winds for her help, but only after I had exhausted all the other avenues, friends and I stumped by Kujiga and his reluctance to engage. I stumbled and stuttered over my whispered words as I spoke quickly, willing for the engagement to be quick so that I could not embarrass myself. She was kind and wise, as if it was no bother for her. I have yet to say a word to her face. I fear she knows all, including one's flaws and curses, as if I have willingly confessed them all. I meet with Miss Gary in a few more moons for our first lesson. Perhaps he will have some wisdom to help me build confidence. Perhaps I will be frozen eternally, shackled by reverence. ~~R | |