-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.
