22nd of Ka’len the Sea Drake, 391
Anlas of Asketi’s Hunt

I don’t know why I’m even attempting to write this, it’s so dark and I’m so very tired. The tossing of the barge on Lake Gwenlion is trying so hard to rock me to sleep, Rilen is already snoozing on my shoulder. But I felt the need to write.

I’ve had a busy day, there was a Faire in Theren today. A joust (which I love), archery, arm wrestling even a dunk tank not to mention of course traders and food. My feet are killing me, but I had a delightful time and it made me so happy that Rilen could come with me. I’d thought he wasn’t going to make it, but lo and behold he did. I think I ate one too many of those strawberry tarts though …

On less happy news, I heard on the docks in Lang that an acquaintance  of mine, Urwin, passed away a few days ago. I didn’t know him as well as I’d like to of, but I greatly enjoyed the night I spent in Crossing with he and his family, when I was spending time with Tyrun. And I remember how kind he was to me when I lost my katydid. From what I understand, he was with his family and it was of natural causes so thank the Gods for that. He will be missed though.

12th day of Ka’len the Sea Drake
Anlas of Starwatch

It’s spring! I have a desire to climb the Sana’ati Dyaus and shout that to the world. I -hate- winter, so dreary and cold, most of the plants long gone and the trees bare. Mostly it’s the cold though.

I got to leave the Inn today without my cloak for the first time in months. There’s this delightful green haze of leaf buds filling the sky in Leth. The beginnings of flowers are trying to push themselves into the light, I even found a small clump of daffodils along the trade road on my way to the ferry this morning. I dismounted Talan and took the time to pick a few and place them in a cup in the Empath Guild. Thank Hodierna for Her spring or I’d never make it through winter.

A few days ago I was terribly worried about the vision that the moon mages saw, but it’s hard to think about that now with all the life springing up around me. A moon mage I employ every now and then, Ilayaesturi, seemed shaken by the visions. She’s not the sort to be shaken by anything… ever. So seeing the haunted, frightened look in her eyes the day I heard of the visions scared me. It’s not as if the events that seem to be impending are news to me, my Order has been organizing and planning for it for months now. But… I can’t help but be fearful.

Rilen and I are going hunting tomorrow, at least it feels like we’re doing something in preparation that way.

28th Day of Akroeg the Ram, 391

Anlas of Revelfae

Another year slipped by, and I haven’t any idea where it went.

The past few andaen have been terribly boring, like “Before Rilen came back” boring. One day bleeds into the next. Healing at the guild followed by herb gathering, followed by a walk of the city visiting patients and finishing up with shopping and a warm drink in my inn room with my compendium.  I shouldn’t complain, there are worse things than being bored. The longer you’re bored however, the more you lose sight of that.

I’ve missed the past two Tea and Triage nights, even though I meant to go. Both times I lost track of time and ended up looking at the calendar cursing the fact that I can’t keep track of what day it is. I went to an Order meeting last andaen but couldn’t for the life of me tell you what was said. I know that Talliska recieved one of the new bands and charms for her essay on Prydaen history but that’s the only thing I remember. Perhaps I need to delve into my notes and find something to improve my memory… I’m an Elf for Hodierna’s sake. I should not be forgetting things.

Rilendyr has been busy lately, with what I’m not sure. Since our visit to Chelsea Overlook to look at houses I’ve seen him scantly during the day. He comes home after I’ve fallen asleep and looks so exhausted that I can’t bear to wake him in the morning. He’s also started having nightmares again … I shall quietly blame his Goddess for both and hope that one of mine protects me for thinking so.

I’ve been so distracted by Rilendyr, or the lack of Rilendyr rather, that my writing has fallen behind. I have a stack of half written essays on my desk that I sincerly need to tackle and a lecture I’m suppose to be giving tomorrow that I haven’t even started. Time to work, I suppose.

2nd Day of Nissa the Maiden, 390
Anlas of Phelim’s Vigil

It hasn’t stopped snowing all day, the roads of Crossing of covered in a disgustingly grey icey sludge and the guild was full of people who slipped and fell in ice patches and one terrible case of frost bite from a stubborn Tog who had refused to wear gloves. I spent most of the day attempting to forage things and cursing the vile snow the whole while.

When I took the ferry home to Leth, filled with groups of people huddled together in heavy cloaks and scarves, my opinion of the snow changed completely. Leth positively sparkles in the snow. Since most of the actual residents travel through the pathways in the trees the only thing that mared the pristine blanket of white was the shoe prints of travelers along the paths and the tracks of various woodland critters. The quiet as I entered the Rest of Ages for a cup of bergamot tea and a moment with my journal was so pure that you could almost -hear- the snow fall. The evening sun peeked out from the banks of clouds long enough make the snow covered branches shimmer. So different than Crossing, I should just stay home more often and save myself the stress.

I’ve struggled with making the first marks in this book because I foolishly made plans for it. I had originally intended chronicle my memories. I’ve lived a long while, and a great expanse still lay before me. I also have a habit of dwelling on memories that randomly enter my head as I go about my life and thought that writing them down would be pleasant. But I wasn’t sure where to start … I think perhaps a mix would be best. Snippets of my memories and thoughts as well as the mundane daily rambles I’m use to filling pages with. So let us begin with one of those rambles.

357 Dolefaren 390Anlas of Tamsine’s Toil

I’m truly surprised with how much time I spend here that no one ever notices me. I’m currently hidden in the branches of a linden tree in the Willow Walk neighborhood of Crossing. I can see the walls of the Paladin guild glistening in the afternoon sun and faintly hear the bustle of my guild that peeks through the leaves. People walk under me all the time, some I know and most I don’t, but not a one of them notices the Elf in the tree. Not that I mind.

It’s very quiet here, the branches are thick and closely placed. My wayerd pyramid fits nicely in the crook of a nearby limb and hums away. I’m perfectly comfortable up here, skirts and all and when I’m too busy with work to spend the day among the trees of Leth sitting up here gives me a nice breather from the oppressive hustle of the city. I’m going to be sad when the first good winter storm rolls in and blows my cover of leaves off … ah well.

Note~ remember to pick some flowers from this tree to make tea from when it blooms come spring. Also put away some of the leaves and fruits for treatment of headaches and restlessness.