Winter is coming to Silvermoon. Though you can hardly even tell, as Brewfest is just wrapping up. Winter, darkness. The time when my mother passed on. I can still remember her too; her gentle face, those deep green eyes that seemed to know everything. She passed to the next life in the wintertime. Has it really been nearly 20 years? Then again, what is time to me, a Sin'dorai? Father loved her greatly. I wish to find that love someday as well. But it seems I am cursed to do so. My heart, as open as Spring, yet is laid bare like the Winter that comes before us.I have mostly given up, despite what others have said.
I met Kethvia a few moons ago at the Fancy Cakes party and invited her into our family. Though we are quite small and perhaps may merge with another House, she has been a loyal friend. So have the others in the house. She knows now how drinking makes me, and her and Bigrot had to take me down from the table. I was only dancing, after all. I am glad I didnt wind up nude again dancing in the fountain in the Exchange.
Whisperings still, the demons of the Fell call to me in my dreams. I tell no one else of such things, it is mine to control. I am cursed after all, to hear these spirits of magic and use such shards to my benefit. Even if it may be unethical. Despite everything though, Glynna is quite pleasent to talk to. She even gives me some fashion advice to cheer me up. A succubus giving advice, ha, the others would laugh at me.
As for Togy, I worry. Winter comes and his plague grows worse. I can do nothing but hope. I haven't seen him around much anymore which means that he most likely has gotten worse and wishes no contact from me. Like so many others, he has practically left me to my own training.
And so I shall.
Brewfest will soon be over, so at least the temption to drown the sorrows I feel within will be disappated.
Mother, I miss you. I hope you are looking down upon me from your starry heaven, and smiling. I do my best.