Diary of Amarithia

-the page is dotted here with ink blots and idle doodles, as if it were stared at for quite some time before writing actually began-

It’s not as if I have nothing interesting to say, little book. I just don’t feel like writting it out for some reason.

The past week or so has been less busy than the one before in some ways, and more in others. Garion and I have taken a small rest from training, at least with his scythe and my sword. He’s been spending long days in the mines around Bastok, collecting ore to smelt and sell to afford some chest piece that’s gone crazy over it. It’s left me with time to catch up on smaller things.

I’ve practiced my weaving, working mostly in linen. I haven’t sewn anything recently but I’ve been turning flax flowers into thread and thread into cloth for some practice. And I’ve been fishing, which is something I love to do but don’t usually have the time. That went well until I lost my sabiki rig. Thinking off all that gil I tossed into the ocean cut that a little short. Especially since I’ve caught more yellow globes than I could possibly eat. I took a big basket of them home to Windurst and handed them over to several of my mithra friends. They made short work of them.

Let’s see, what else. Oh, I finally had the chance to finish unpacking and setting up my home in Haven. Windmere is so lovely and easily several times larger than a mog house. The big soft bed is my favorite, it’s hard to find a bed fit for elvaan outside of San d’Oria. It’s whole worlds of annoying to sleep with your feet dangling off the end of the bed. So much so that whenever I had to sleep in my Bastok rental room I took to sleeping on the floor. Mooglet and Garion’s moogle Kumori have been spending most of their time in Haven as well. They still manage each of our mog safes when we’re in the mainlands but it’s nice to have their help at Windmere.

Good Goddess, do they refuse to get along though. Mooglet is such a … oh what’s a polite word? He’s a pain in the behind, to be frank. Strict and highly picky about everything being in it’s place always. Kumori is very obviously Garion’s moogle and much more laid back. You haven’t lived until you’ve woken at sunrise to hear angry “Kuu~po!”s from your living room. Last night Mooglet threatened to report Kumori to the MHMU for “not taking good enough care of his master’s things and always losing them”. Domestic bliss, it’s a beautiful thing.

Other than that they only things of note have been a bit of dancer training and discovering the wonders of dirt that can come home with a man after he’s spent a day mining and how hard said dirt is to get out of the bathtub.

(OOC: Because I was raving about it half the night and a few people asked me to post pictures, what Ama looks like to me as a DNC now:

Back:

Close up, detail of the texcture and the pretty hairpiece:

Skimpy? Sure. Freaking beautiful? Yes. I loved Lineage II, what can I say ^^ )

I know I said I’d never do it, but I truly blame Garion.

I’ve been spending some time on the other side of the maws. I still don’t like it, but Garion insisted on going and exploring and there’s no way I could let him go alone. I mentioned an idea that I’d considered but forced myself to dismiss, the opportunity to see the story of my family’s exile unfold before my eyes. Such a terrible idea!

The more I turned it in my mind, the worse it sounded. And yet… I couldn’t resist. Weakness of my mithra upbringing? Failure in my faith? Bah, regardless of the reason I’m now just as bad as everyone else.

Garion wanted to go to San d’Oria first, I think just to farther draw me into the idea. The treck was far more difficult than I expected it to be. Jugner is a mess back then, orcish barricades everywhere, landslides. The trip took three times as long as it should. I was nervous about seeing the capital, but was fairly sure what I’d see. San d’Oria is notorious for not changing.

And so I joined the Iron Rams. Goddess, what am I thinking? How is ‘everyone else has already messed it all up’ an excuse? I’m selfish. Selfish selfish.

Garion seems worried and distracted in this time period, I thought he’d feel better here. But he mumbles under his breath, looks out over the southern horizon and acts as if nothing is wrong when I ask him of it. Aren’t women suppose to be the one’s who are hard to understand? I wish he’d stop hiding things from me.

He says perhaps tomorrow we’ll head toward Windurst. For some reason I’m less nervous about that. I’ve seen what the war did to Windurst, I grew up in the aftermath. Less like time travel and more like living in memory, ugh. So messed up.

How odd is it little book, that when I’m busy I complain of having no time but manage to fill your pages and when things turn calm and I have all the time in the world I neglect you?

It’s not for want of anything to write. Life is always busy, I think I’m happiest when I’m busy.

Let’s see, what have I been up to. The hunt for artifact armors continue, I still need two pieces to complete my set and Garion three. We’ve bothered the poor Lost Boys so much this past week that the last few nights we’ve decided to finally train some skills we’ve been neglecting. Garion has taken up blue magicks … which let me tell you is a subject I have some thoughts on. I finally got a chance to practice the Kreigstanz and am very pleased with my progress. Dancing in sand is just as hard as you’d think!

Oh, and tonight the Lost Boys gathered to defend Bubu from a horde of goblins that attempted to take the outpost there. I’ve defended outposts before but I was truly amazed at the coordination and tactics of my family. I was very proud to have a chance to defend and heal them.

The goblins bags were stuffed full of loot and we made quite a haul. Marathon got a harp … I have such a hard time imagining him playing music. Dmitri a military pick and through the generosity of my friends I’ve collected all but one piece to complete a mannequin for my moghouse. Garion says they’re creepy, but I’ve always wanted one. I need to decide if I’m going to have an elvaan lady or gentleman shaped. Garion would probably laugh at me if I went with the man. I can’t help it if I find the males of my race divinely beautiful.

(OOC: I.flipping.LOVE.dancer. It didn’t really start to shine until 15 but when it did I was in love. Now at 20 with my first step it’s even better. I haven’t had this much fun with a job since I first started BST all those years ago :) Even with my rush to get a 75 job I’ve still taken time off to level DNC because it’s just such a blast. For certain my next job to be leveled and an RP role I look forward to playing. Amarithia: Shield Dancer of Altana. )

Sweet Altana, I’ve been so busy I can’t even keep track. The past week or so has been filled with long hours of training, rounds among the Temple Knights in San d’oria, treasure hunting, fishing giant monsters who eat shoes … more than I can remember. So many things.

I’m so behind on keeping you up to date I’m not sure where to start. Oh, Gafgarion and I have reached our fifty-fifth season. Most of that was gotten in one very long day in Kuftal Tunnel but last night we hunted the funniest looking little pink birds outside of Al Zahbi. Cute, but annoying. They kept snatching things from me, food included! And it was nearly impossible to get a weaponskill off because of how they distracted me.

Oh of course, one of the most exciting points of the week … I got to meet Prince Trion. Yup, you heard me. Trion. I was as giddy as a school girl, he’s so dashing and handsome. I was terrified I would fall all over my feet. It started with going fishing for my little friend who gave me the nice old sword and somehow ended with me reporting a pair of Royal Knights boots being found in it’s belly. I’m not sure what that was all about but Prince Trion gave me a pair of beautiful boots as a reward. I admit it. I swooned.

I finally brought up my thoughts of changing allegiance to Gafgarion after defending Al Zabhi last night. I invited him to the teahouse for a cup of chi and introduced the idea to him. He was less than pleased. I know he worries about me, I understand, I worry about him to. I’ve done such a good job of hiding my lineage though, my own brother doesn’t know who I am! I feel safe and I very much wish to advance both in my investigation and in my training. Chances are that I will be leaving Windurst for San d’oria but Garion was so against it that I’ll give it a few days more thought. And a few days for him to calm down before I trade in my Federation Aketon for a Kingdom one.

((By the way, since I’ve been asked a few times now, yes please feel free to post out of character comments even on in character posts. I don’t mind ^^))