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Sherina Tsirak - The Spellmaiden

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Ritu:
Eye of the Storm

#12
On today's morning I received Cutter's reply. I'm glad the innkeeper always keeps all letters safe.
That has to be part of being an innkeeper, not caring about secrets. Drunkards surely spill a lot of them in their spare time.

CLICK  SpoilerLetter has made my morning better, and I was surprised when Cutter offered us his services in case Michael would be in danger for the 14th legion.
If such moment of need arises, I will let them both know.

I still wonder where he is. Mike. He shared his nickname with me on our last mission. The Iron Mike. Often I think about whether he has everything he needs. I'm sure of his survival capabilities, even though I'd love to bring him some of his favourite foods and other necessities.
He... seemed to like the cake. Maybe miss Morgaine will allow me to bring food on our expedition, if any will happen that is. I should be safe with her, and also told her of the origin of my magic abilities. She doesn't like the 'archaic laws', as she called them.

Yesterday, she tried to convince me to persuade Michael to turn himself in. I denied, since we all know what is going to happen in that case. But maybe with Cutter's help...
...as if I could pay him. Soon I'm going to start saving up for the house in the farmlands. Still no reply from the assistant, which is understandable given the fact they receive a lot of correspondence every day.

I decided to write back to Cutter, openly inviting him over to spend a time in my company. It seems he didn't get the "eager to meet you" in my previous letter. Or he wants me to say it openly just for his enjoyment.
Is it hard being a man?

..
Well I'm writing this in the morning of the next day... It's difficult to find the right words and all that. Morgaine was right. It turned out to be a date.

SO THEREFORE AND AND WHY
Hhhh
I was just reading about local foliage, when Cutter came and politely knocked at my table. I was so happy to see him.
We were going fancy dining!!!
I invited him upstairs, just to wait outside the room while I change. Nice as always.
We walked and flew to Valstiir in silence. I couldn't think of any topic, I was just glad. Companionable silence is pleasant as well, as I found out.

Since Cutter hasn't been at the city for a while, we took a longer way to the restaurant he chose. He's gotten pretty nervous along the way.. but I didn't mind. We both tossed a coin into a wishing fountain. I wished for something... nice. I think you can't even write your wish down until it's fulfilled.
Who knows.

Anyways, the Sky-something restaurant was just around the corner.
OH AND THEN
Such a lovely time in the most beautiful restaurant. We've learned a lot about each other, again mostly through our 'question turn' game.
Later we started playing a game Cutter suggested - it's called "Truth or Dare"
It was all very lighthearted and fun.
From what I can recall, I got a kiss on the back of my hand. Then we danced, we talked, we dined...
... and i agreed to go out with him another time. I chose the 'Truth', heh.
We stayed the night at the rooms with bunk beds. It was a very pleasant experience.

He.. also said something unexpected at the dinner table, as a reaction to one of my answers.
"Lovely. I think I've been waiting for someone like you..."


I wonder why he cares so much.

And hugs so well.






#13
I'm kind of full on writing my day events these days.

So, as we woke up in Valstiir, it's been just a really nice and pleasant time. Cut's bed head is kind of adorable, I won't lie.

CLICK SpoilerI'm glad he is so considerate, and that I am safe with him in any situation. We didn't even share a direct kiss yet, after all. It's all very gentle.
After getting up and ready, we shared a breakfast plate in the restaurant area downstairs, and departed ways for a time. I need to change and wash my clothes anyways, so the Coin will be my first stop down in Hadrian.


After retrieving all my other clothing, I proceeded to use the usual river bathing spot where I do this stuff.
I know I can wash my clothing in the designated Hadrian bath house area as well, but I feel kind of insecure when the nude militants of 14th legion walk around. When I'm stressed, sometimes my magic doesn't react the most stealthy.


My work with magic overall is, just.. happens. Same with new possibilities, as I discover more about myself and as I tune more into the flow around, the better it works and I can control it more.
Who is going to read this anyways.

If I had to describe, it’s much like putting your palm into a tiny mountain stream. If you focus on the sensations in your palm, you feel exactly how the water’s flowing, what shapes the individual, smaller currents are, how they flow around your hand and then connect further down stream… It’s very much like that.

Except for the fact that the small mountain stream does not react to your inner state by creating multiple orbs of concentrated magic that tear things apart. I'm glad I don't sneeze magic missiles at this point, I need to deplete my reserve as soon as I can.


My slug is pretty tough tho. I hope I won't have slugs as large on my garden.
That would ruin my plans.
And the whole house I didn't even save up for fully.
--I'm still waiting for the Fjord's shield in order to return the change to Michael. He gave me quite a lot, and I should give the extra coins to him after he's done with the whole thing. I don't know how these trials and punishments work, but it's likely he might get all his belongings confiscated.
And I won't let some official cutthroats take every last bit of it. Good plan, me!

I should proceed with my day, my clothes are dry. I can record my ramblings later.
Oh, and I feel very good after yesterday.. and today.

Even though, I think I'm quite a boring company. I mean, I love to listen more than talk, and often I find myself at a loss for words.

I gave Pip the interesting crystal I found. He appreciated it so much he insisted on giving me a present himself - a Drider magician helmet.
We had a conversation about how we feel magic and how do we work with it. It's amazing.
I hope we get to do some tests to see how I work.
Could be interesting.

...

 I can't stall further. I have gone exploring on my own around the Fort Screech Tusk, if I can find any signs of Michael. If I had a ranger, druid or a hunter with me, it would me much better.
Since I want to live to see him once again, I've been very careful.

I sent Morgaine a letter about my whereabouts, and later that day, a reply came.
I have the gold Mike gave me, and I have a feeling we've found the diamond I'm keeping.

I wrote back to Morgaine, and started getting ready to return.

..

As I arrived to Hadrian, I bumped into Morgaine at the (beautifully renovated) Crafting Hall. We had a little chat about Michael as well, and it seems things get to start moving shortly.

A few minutes after out goodbyes, an unusual sounds and screams came from the farmlands. I ran the fastest I could to the East, only to find risen undead. I couldn't fight them alone, so I wan all the way back, sent a hurried proclamation to miss Morgaine and then ran quickly back to at lease secure the area.

Meanwhile, Morgaine seemed to hear the screams too, since I found her battling the undead.
We have cleared and secured the area. All the wells are corrupted, except for the one at the Northern Orchards.
One of the undead had spoke... "The Mist is coming."

Morgaine expressed a huge worry over Michael. He's making it worse for himself with those maniacal proclamations.
But hey, now we have a base plan. The plan will be tough for me, since I certainly will be frightened to approach him.
But I have to.

The items I had are not enough to scry, they would need to be more personal.
...

If we're gonna lose him, which hopefully won't happen, I got an idea how to keep the nice memories close.
I'm going to get a tiny pendant of a dagger made, and have it attached to my necklace.

I'm so worried. Not only fish, but now cattle and worst of it, the water as well. I asked Morgaine about city's emergency food supplies, and it sounds they won't last long.


Anyways, I've been ordered to tell Casper and Pip about the place and locality we're expected to go to.
I need to ask them to step in only when my life's going to hang by a thread.
We don't know what will happen.


Thinking of nice things keeps me calm. I'm glad yesterday happened.





#14  Now I remembered - during my talk with Morgaine, we've came to a conclusion that if Michael happens to go in peace AND gets at least a bit better in a secluded place with healers caring for him, she would allow him into my care, given I'm gonna have a house by then.

We should get to it pretty soon. I've saved up almost full price. If I wouldn't able to manage to buy the said house, I hope that lady Morgaine would allow me to use a diamond as a part of the payment - and my services.

Though, I'm not sure whether she's be interested in my services in a long-term. After all, she surely has her own council... but she often likes my ideas and seems to appreciate my thinking at times. Maybe I could serve her somehow...

CLICK SpoilerAhh, even if the house & Mike plan would get real, what would I do? I never cared for anyone with a broken mind. I would be completely lost in the whole situation. No idea...  Let's not burden my mind with something that might never be brought into the reality.

For how long does the debt of life last?

...

So I'm writing this entry as I'm waiting in the Scribe's wing of the Crafting Hall. So, the events:

Me and Morgaine were called into the Crafting Hall by Fjord. He was supposed to be working on the bronze shield... I hope he's admiring Morgaine now.
Only a few moments after we started working, Morgaine left us and a moment after - she came in in THE dress!! I couldn't hold my excitement back, and I swiftly left them on their own. Don't want to disturb anyone.
Morgaine seemed to play the violin and sing part of the time. Then I distanced from the forge even further, just in case. I'm excited for the report!
It's so nice to have a girl friend.

...

"Men can be idiots" was the summary of the report Morgaine gave me. Worst trade of my life, but even though, I'm rooting for their relationship on a hundred percent!
After further girl talk and my promise to send her all details about my day with Cutter INTO HER OFFICE, we moved on into the house nine.

While showing off the house, Morgaine gave me some reassurance and advice about... various further stages of relationship.
I feel much calmer about a certain thing now. That's good, isn't it?
She also told me that you will always remember the first time.
At least I'm less worried about it.
Nervous nonetheless.


THE HOUSE IS REAL!!!

Morgaine allowed me to pay just 13,000 upfront and move in, as a thank-you for my services for the city and rural areas. I.. Still can't believe it.
One way or another, I have her a diamond I kept and a red iris as a thank-you back. What a kind and lovely woman!
Surely I'm going to pay the remaining 2,000 later, as soon as the option arises.

I wrote down a list of things to change at the house. There are too many armour pieces for my taste. Chances are I'll be able to sell it for enough to afford several cushions, plants and some pretty decor. Then I did some cleaning,
and later in the evening,
I enjoyed the vivid clouds of sunset (since I only see the Eastern portions of the sky), splashed my hands at the pond and spent my first night in the new... home.

Ritu:
Light for the Lost

#15
Seeing the sunrise right from the bedroom is the most beautiful thing... And take a walk around the countryside at dawn is the second. Fresh air, nature just about to wake up...

I went to the Sailor's Coin to gather all my belongings, thanked the innkeep and headed on back home. He is a lovely man, and we were both glad I enjoyed the stay. I wish there were more business owners like him.

CLICK Spoiler...

I've bumped into Morgaine and Ruby at the inn. I paid Morgaine the rest for the house (2,000).
Ruby seems to have.. the same source of power as me, the way she's talking about it.
I was excited! Finally someone!

I won't bother writing about other things. A bunch of us went do go vampire hunting into the most creepy, sick and disgusting place. I've stuck by them at the Angel's Wing Asylum as well. Nothing much. Horrible place though.

And unfortunately I figured out of a dialogue between Mayor and Groundskeep, that the "island" Skettus, Morgaine and others wanted to send Mike to is EXACTLY that wretched place! That they just shove patients in and lock the gate! LIKE A BONE MILL!
When I asked Morgaine, her only response was "I didn't realise it was this bad, Sheri."
Like it matters when he'd be dead.. or undead by now for that matter.
Isn't she a mayor, by the way? One would say she would be informed.

The last drop for my patience with them was, when Fjord told me he doesn't know of any planned operation or expedition.

I guess it's got no meaning to trust them further in this sense. What if I don't survive anything, what if I may not even see him for the last time...
I've got a debt to pay.


..it's not like I didn't tell her openly.

...

MICHAEL!!



#16
What a happy day, including the morning confusion. I finally feel calm. Yesterday was full of surprises, and.. Michael seems to be doing better with me around. When we hold hands, it calms him down. And that's important.
He seemed almost sad when I told him how the undead swarmed the place I live. Wonder what kinds of bad things he listens to whole day, said by that skull and voices in his head...

CLICK  SpoilerHe trusts me a lot. My dear Michael.
I hope I can help him.

Let me be his „Iron Dagger,“ as he likes to call me.

Ahh... His sadness when he told me how no one except me cares. It pains me a lot. Yesterday I've heard Casper talk about how they fought each other and Michael ran away... It had to be devastating for Mike to have his comrade-in-arms turn against him, especially in this sensitive state of mind.

...

Today I woke up sooner than usual. Michael was still sound asleep, so I let him rest and left quietly.

I've gone to Hadrian to get some more supplies and hopefully and apple pie as well. I gave a promise I intend to keep, however I must tell Morgaine I'm safe and things can be resolved in peace, and that I'll bring her as soon as Michael decides so. He seemed alright when I told him about the good version of the plans, about his healing and recovery. But he's gonna need me on every step.
Maybe I can talk to her about his recovery as well, I'm sure the town healers could visit us on the countryside. It's very close.

The cushion shipment finally came, and now my residence looks cozier than ever. Green carpet, some plants, and everything's calming!
I sold a few chairs, they occupied too much space.

Maybe I can met Morgaine if I hang around the Coin.
Now I think about it... Is it good I let her know or not? I mean, if I didn't like her I would not let her know where I'm headed in the first place. I hope she can see that. I also need to tell her she needs to be informed better, who knows how many lives the asylum already took.
Maybe we can come to an agreement that while I accompany Michael, they can calmly deal with the vampires and other threats?
I don't serve anyone, but still want the kindest outcome for as many people as possible.
And she seems to be merciful. Stars please, let me meet her today while I can.

..or not? It might be more dangerous to ignore the world, they might think Michael injured me and go after him. I need to prevent that in the most careful way possible.



Morgaine fortunately took it well, and agreed to wait until I summon her. She asked for a guard, so I allowed her to take Fjord when the time comes.
Now I'm travelling back by ship, with various snack and goodies I got in the city.
..Maybe I should take something from my pantry, but there's too late for that now.


I came to Michael's place, we greeted each other and had a short, well, conversation. Then he prompted me to follow him, and we went far, beyond the Old Wharf.

I've seen him raise dead. Actors, he says.
As I was shaking in a little ball of fright, he commanded them to leave, and did his best to comfort me.
Said, that they are gone waiting, not heading to Southbank or anywhere else. I am so glad he can be considerate and caring, even if only towards me.
I believe in him.


On our way back I wanted to explore a strange tower. Mike said that it's 'winter' inside, which piqued my interest! He accompanied me throughout the whole tower, and indeed, it was colder and colder. The sweetest gesture was, when he held his flaming axe close to me, in an attempt to warm me up.
Since I only had my robes, the cold was biting deeply.

The region itself was... simply put, breathtaking! Ravines, waterfalls, trees, bushes... Beautiful place of wild, pristine nature.

We decided to return home.

A meal of a shepherd's pie later, we spent some time talking and carving pumpkins. I'm glad I thought of this activity, Michael seemed to enjoy it wholeheartedly. He carved a portrait of a person, breathing out swirling clouds. He has his own style, but it's great. I hope those pumpkins will stay on display for at least a few days and not rot completely.
Mine was my house, with two people standing beside it. I thought of us coming to my home, so I can show him how it looks like.

Then... then he asked me to describe the house we'll be living in.
So I did, and in the middle of my describing efforts... We had a conversation, and Michael finally realised that the mist brings pain. I did my best to comfort him, and we're definitely having an apple pie for tomorrow's breakfast. He deserves it fully.

He asked me to bring Red Morgaine, and passed out. I left Pattie with him to keep him warm... He held her for comfort in his stressed-out sleep. She's such a good and warm girl!

After I sent the proclamation, I waited around for Morgaine. Hopefully she's showing up soon.
She came. In a full armor and spell shroud, but came. Probably couldn't get a hand on her guards. I wish she had more guards to keep her safe.

I quickly explained the situation, and hoped for the best.

As we came in, Michael slowly woke up and then told Morgaine, with my help, everything he could. Explained how the forces beyond deceived him into thinking the mist helps people and makes them smile and be happy.
Things turned out the way we hoped - Michael gave Morgaine the items voluntarily, to be stored in safety. Morgaine assured us, but warned me of both Skettus and Legion. And even though, she said, we're the safest right where we are. We just shouldn't go out much, and if there is a need, we should go together.
He's so brave and strong for doing such thing. And only thing needed was a bit of kindness.
Morgaine promised me she'll let me know as soon as we can move to my house. And as a later punishment for Michael, she suggested labor at farms. I can help arrange that.

I feel my debt is paid.
But I will go on.






#17
Today was barely eventful. We're only waiting for a call from the Mayor, after all.
We started the morning with an apple pie, continued with some other stuff and then went out bury some SKELETAL REMAINS Michael had in his storage room. I helped him carry them back to the battlefield ravine, and then waited patiently as he buried them one by one.
Such a beautiful place. I wanted to take a bath in the natural springs, but it started raining. Mike handed me his shield to protect myself from the rain.
He seems to be very thankful for what has been accomplished in the past few days.

CLICK  SpoilerWe had several encounters with beasts, animals and bandits - and from each one Michael protected me relentlessly, always returning to my side to see if everything is alright. The man is incredible. I've seen him take down a BEAR with his BARE FISTS in FOUR HITS. How.
His protection and fighting prowess keeps me from casting more powerful spells, but hey. We can make it work, thankfully I've got many helpful enchantments accessible to me. Mike's biggest favourite is, of course, Flame Weapon.
What else could it be.


We also talked for a little bit, he already speaks in more coherent sentences. It's still chaotic, but doable.
On our walk in the heart of wilderness, I got an idea and went on to find a suitable place.
We arrived onto a little clearing, free of trees and most foliage - ideal place for what I wanted to do.
I gently introduced Michael into the situation, that I want him to feel something. Asked him to take down one of his gauntlets, which he had done.
I placed his palm onto my solar plexus area, and proceeded to call upon the flames, pulling the strings of the Weave all around me in a melody of fire and wind, felt the heat I was summoning...
and then I released a giant ball of fire into the safe distance. I've never kept the initial stage this long, it was an experience.

Michael seemed surprised, in a good way. As a thank-you for the experience, he decided to give me... a shadow gem.
Such a mysterious item, but why does it feel do oddly familiar?


...


In the afternoon, he.. we... He got enthusiastic about farming. And it escalated in him sending a proclamation about him becoming the mightiest farmer. My first alarmed thought was Morgaine's confusion, so had to sprint towards local proclaimer and sent an explaining announcement.
Even though his first thought about farming was "boring", now it seems kind of fun for him to do. I wonder whether it helps his head, being focused on something.
As long as it helps, why not. He'll be likely labouring on the farms anyways, at least based on what Morgaine said.


After few more plant-based activities, it's been decided that it's time to sleep. Or 'void', as Michael likes to say.


Fortunately, I managed to stop Michael from punching himself, and reminded him of the thing he agreed to in the morning. That I'd try to help him fall asleep.
I guided him towards the bed, where we sat down next to each other. As I got into a comfortable long-term sitting position, I motioned Michael to rest his head on my lap. After hearing few words of support, he seemed to fall into a light sleep.
With dreams, dreams about farming, plants and calm. I don't know for how long I managed to sit there, before I decided to slowly lay down and attempt to sleep at least a little bit, with his head still resting on my thighs.
But hey, he fell asleep on his own. It was a success.

I can survive one day of low energy in return for such an achievement.





#18 Not much new, except for Michael's reassurance today. I felt like I didn't contribute enough in battle, and he had comforted me. I'm mostly the enchanter, and my strength lies in supporting others.
Michael also took the initiative to slice up the pie for a dinner. And it seems the lap pillow had become a tradition.

Ritu:
Softness and Comfort

#19
Michael woke up earlier than I did.
He has already done a lot of progress, and is much more open and caring than he used to be.

CLICK  SpoilerToday's mission was to find more seeds so he can continue in his gardening attempts. He guided me through the jungle, far into the mountains and back, then towards the swamps next to Hadrian and far into the vast Patrician Plains. Light breeze on the plains brings many memories, and the gentle burbling of water along with the marvellous sight of the stream and the sea of grass... Just makes every step worth taking.

He always takes me beautiful places. And makes sure I'm safe.

Dragging home fistfuls of innocent plants, we've gone back to Sullivans Port.
After a hefty portion of gardening, we had a nice time of rest under an ancient tree. The evening was perfect, still warm with chilly winds blowing the leaves around on the forest floor. Even though we live close to the port village, it's almost as if we were in the heart of the forest. Quiet, serene, breathing.

We've grown quite closer over the past days..or was it weeks? Time flows so slowly around here, with one day like the other.
He's grown more caring, and has some hobbies as well. All of that does him good.
The moment when we sat under the tree, looking at the freshly planted greenery and jungle-covered mountain peaks looming in the distance...
I held his hand, and he held mine. In appreciation and fondness.
I cuddled up, and he held me. In protection and closeness.
Rest his head onto mine.
We talked, talked about nice and simple things. Dawn, dusk and sunshine. Plants and his health.
He told me about his dreams, people hidden in the fog. And amidst of that, a woman surrounded by blazing flames, repelling the mist like, a beacon repels the darkness. Beautiful woman, with pale skin, and a sky blue silk... And then he said my name.

A companionable silence.

Later that day we came home, just after the nightfall. I was surprised when Michael silently started preparing dinner. I never expected to see him do this. And yet, here he was, focused on cooking us a nice vegetable soup.
It was delicious.

Right after we finished the dinner, a proclamation echoed in out heads. By lady Mayor Morgaine, announcing us we can return as soon as we see fit.
This day couldn't possibly be better.


And then, we went to sleep in the regular manner. „In the Laps of Life, the Void of the Temptress“






#20
After morning hugs of joy of our soon-to-be return and a quick breakfast, we took our time to pack up all the things we needed to pack from Michael’s cave home at Sullivan’s.
Each of us did part of the work, and in the end we stacked the sacks and crates on top of the summoned carrying disc. What a practical gift the Weave has given me. Thank you every day, chance and the blessing.

CLICK  SpoilerIn a good mood, we departed, locked up the place, and started heading to our new home – to the eastern farmlands of Hadrian.

As a surprise on our way, we’ve met a woman! Absolutely normal human woman warrior, of a name Tyra, the seconf of the Mother. I hope I remembered that correctly, I was quite stunned of seeing another human at the jungle port full of monstrous beings.

Tyra carries a majestic tower shield, and wields her war axe ‘Choppa’. Of course Michael, loving his black steel ‘Meaty axe’ himself, couldn’t but participate in the axe-staring-contest.

I decided to stood aside, this is probably a warrior thing.
Or maybe they both have the same quirk.
 
Wishing miss Tyra a good day, me and Michael proceeded to continue towards the docks, and from there, took a ship into the town we know – Hadrian.


...


Strange feeling of nostalgia hit me when we arrived. The same streets, the same sky, but never the same as before. Nothing will ever be the same as on the day I arrived, I will see nothing the same as I did before Michael was almost thrown to the pit of the undead in Asylum.

It’s interesting to reflect on past month’s events, really.

Never before I could be so useful to myself and others, and never before everything looked so dark and bright at the same time. The contrast between various parts of my life is so strong, that I almost feel I can’t balance it. How fortunate I am to have my friends.

I wonder if I could visit Cutter at Hilltop.. However, I cannot leave Michael alone. I hope he is alright, I want to see him as soon as possible.
If only I had his Hilltop address, I could write him a letter...

Maybe I we will meet tomorrow, only stars know our fates. And only we create them.


...



How strange that we haven’t met any of our friends so far. It’s likely that Morgaine has taken initiative and summoned adventurers on various missions that needed to be done, as the tools of the mist are now safely contained within the safety vault of Skettus.

Without any major disturbances, we managed to arrive to our new home.

Michael is likely nervous, as he barely expressed anything as we arrived into the blooming front yard. I asked about it, and he told me he is indeed nervous of meeting the people he hurt without the intention to do so.

Dear Michael flopped face-down into the pillows in the lounge area and yelled of joy. Finally.
His progress makes me happy, and even though I have my hands full, I believe it’s for the best.
After all, sooner or later he will become his own man again.
But I will miss him.

Despite his still considerable condition, he had become much more sharp, earnest and relaxed than before.
He seems to be doing well, I’m glad I can help him.

He had also opened up to spontaneous affections bit by bit. Now I can find comfort in his arms whenever I need to, which helps a lot with the troubles I sometimes think about.
I won’t show any of them directly.

And I need to ask Pip to look at the bruises on my arm... Temple ointments keep doing nothing, and from regular bruises, these turned into.. dark bruise-like patches, seemingly swirling inside with hues of grey and faded, dark purple.
They do not even feel painful to the touch, unlike other usual bruises do.
I hope this is going to be alright...


...


While at the Hadrian tailor, Michael had been CHOOSING CLOTHES. Michael! A man clad in iron the whole time I knew him!
It’s strange, unusual. Leisure clothing is good for him though, especially for the farm work that needs to be done, including all the repairs he needs to participate at.

...I had a sleeve added over my bruised right arm. Can’t show anyone.
This weighs down heavier than I thought.

Oddly enough, I seem to see better in the dark then I used to. Due to all the worries in my mind I have trouble focusing, I admit, but seeing without a lantern light spirit or a torch is neat on its own.
Maybe talking to Pip can solve my cluelessness about this health situation.


...


Shortly after we unpacked things from the disc, I went to send a proclamation announcing a dearly welcome to our friends who wish to visit us at the House 9.
Heh, I noticed Morgaine had something carved into my house plaquette – Sherina’s Place.
How thoughtful of her.

We should have an extra key made for Michael. There has to be a keysmith in the town.


...


After running various errands and basic tidy-up, Michael, more energic than ever, decided that it’s time for ‘PLANTS!‘

I didn’t want to overexert my arm, so I was just instructing him here and there, and carrying newly filled buckets back to the fields. It’s easier than an actual planting, and I get some exercise done. Marvellous.

Later, as Michael got lost in the joys of gardening, we finished the last patch of land we were supposed to tend to today. I brought a small basket of cherries and raspberries with me earlier, so I pulled it out as a sign of a well-deserved break.



Tired but happy, I felt light from the pride I was feeling. He is doing so well!
And as a token of appreciation, I made the effort of climbing the fence and giving him a small kiss on the nose. Michael, although surprised, passed around the fence and trapped me into a hug. I apologized just in case, but... he didn’t mind at all.

...I should probably control my displays of care and affection, while he is still recovering. But that’s what helped him the most.
It’s hard to care for someone when no one gives you a professional advice. Nggh!

...

As the skies went dark, we went home. Without a word, Michael started cooking dinner, as he likes to do every evening. This time, it was a thin slice of meat with plenty of mixed vegetables on the side, and just the right amount of salt.
His dedication to this household, to everything new that came real just recently, amazes me. The first time we met he actually growled at me.
And now?
He’s caring and protective, and we're sharing the same living space.
A little kindness can go a long way.

Of course I insisted on washing the dishes, he had already done so much at the house that day.

...

Earlier at the fields, I mentioned that something is troubling me and that it sould be safe to share it with him. And only him for now.

After we went home, in the bedroom, I partially undressed just so he could see my right arm clearly.
He suggested using a ‚remove curse‘ potion, but that’s something I already tried at the temple.
We had no further ideas, but... Michael embraced me, then took my cheeks into his hands, and then gently toughed his forehead against mine. And told me, that he wants to be here to support me.

„The waters will waver and rock, but they will calm.“


After those words we went to bed, claiming our well-deserved right to rest. Michael seems pleased with the level of comfort and softness the bed provides. After sleeping in a wilderness and then in the monster dwelling, the bed indeed seems better than usual.






#21
Lovely morning. I quietly snuck out of bed, tip-toeing down the stairs into the kitchen. I got to make a surprise breakfast!
Michael likes sweet things, so it was decided.
Short-boiled oatmeal with honey, fresh sliced fruits and a handful of dried nuts.
Along with a mint tea on the side.

CLICK  SpoilerI prepared everything on the table, and to shorten the wait I was playing with the flames while resting near the fireplace. I didn’t want to disturb Pattie yet, and I wanted to stay indoors to not miss out on Mike’s reaction.

He LOVES honey!


...

I left Michael to his farming work, and ventured to Hadrian to see if there’s anyone I can help.
I met a woman of a name Abigail, in the upper parts of the town. Abigail asked me to drive out some squatters, which was ought to be easy enough to do as an evening feel-good activity.
HOWEVER.
There were wailing souls, vile spirits and clawing shadows overflowing the whole place. An old inn, but apparently it’s something more.
Me and Pattie turned the place up around, with flames and resilience.

Notable moment – In a desperate situation, surrounded by whispering evil spirits, I called upon the weave of flames with everything I got.
I felt a surge, and then a wave of tingling and strong heat washed over me, leaving my arms almost numb.
When I opened my eyes, there were but the last remains of lost souls being dealt with by my brave little Pat-pat. Tiny embers were still floating in the air.
I can’t believe I was able to push my spell boundaries even further!!

...

Upon my return, I found Michael at the fields. I decided to keep him company while letting Pattie run freely around the farms. She’s harmless, after all. My little warm dog.

After he finished up the tedious farming work, we headed back home.
BUT, we met Morgaine!!!

She was so loving and kind, seemed glad to see us as well! We had a nice conversation, however... She told us the evil artifacts Michael had gave her, were stolen by a Skettus guard!
Besides that, the conversation meandered through various subjects – from more serious to less. Later in the garden, me and Morgaine had a talk about love and relationships.
She told me she received a letter from Saeb, her girl love.
I did my best to comfort her with my words, and also with her own words which she spoke to me when we talked about Cutter.
,,If the relationship ends, it is because it wouldn’t last further.“

I have a feeling Cutter already forgot about me, since I was with Michael at Sullivan’s for more than a week. Why am I so nervous about this? He is a kind man, come on, me!

In the meantime Michael joined us, and relaxed near the pond.
As we continued our girly boys-love-talk, at one point when we’ve talked about how Fjord is completely clueless in dating and all the work is on Morgaine, Michael suddenly stood up and went to stare at me, with a little smile. I didn’t mind, so I kept talking to Morgaine and just smiled at him.
I wonder what that was.

...

Our joyful time was sharply interrupted by unearthly howls of a bloodthirsty wolf pack, ravaging everything on the farms.
Michael noticed them first, and as swift as the wind, he put on his full plate and went to slaughter and protect. Me and Morgaine quickly followed, and fought our way through dozens of giant wolves.
It seemed as if it would never end, I was exhausted and drawing from the last bits of magic I had.
Thankfully it was over.

...

We headed to the Coin, as Michael announced he needs a drink after such ordeal. I needed pancakes. Lots of pancakes. Every fibre of my body felt like tingling, from the rapid magic reserve exhaustion. Oh stars, the headache it can give me later...
I had a sweet cake and took one for Michael as well. Michael, being kinder man than he used to, shared his piece with surprised Morgaine.
I ate. As if I was famished.
Then I ordered a pile of pancakes with a fruit jam.
And devoured. Devoured everything with precision, until only remains of the pancake presence were the smears of jam on the plate.
Both were surprised by this sudden appetite!

Shortly after, Michael left. Probably to take a walk or something, so me and mayor kept talking. After a while, I heard shouting, in a voice resembling Michael’s.
We ran for the door.

There was an elvish woman. Small, red haired, and thin.
With a traditionally complicated name I shortened to Aria. I knew her name only thanks to Michael yelling it at me, the woman didn't even have enough politeness in her to introduce herself. It's not like it matters, but hey. Sailors are in this case more polite, and that's something.

My tired self had to sleep, so me and Michael left, and were heading towards our home.

Ritu:
Close Hearts, Bonded Souls

#22

I think I should note down for my future self, that the latest entries are not per-day. Most days are calm and uneventful, and even with the mist threatening the region (which no one cares about, by the way) and other dangers looming, I feel... Content.

CLICK  Spoiler I feel really, really good. Michael is my support, and he is working on improving himself day by day.

The reason why I decided to write this journal entry... A lot has happened. In a good way.

I’ve always felt kind of deep companionship love towards Michael, maybe because he seemed like he needed it. I don’t know why, or how this happened. This is a bond I can’t see being broken anytime soon. And it’s only growing deeper with each day, with each night. With each help.
At this point we can stop counting debts towards each other.
We're both feeling the safety of such bond.

Which kind of reminds me... No one besides mayor Morgaine went to visit us over the past weeks.
No one.
Even though I sent a proclamation saying where we live in case anyone wants to.
I’m glad I have Michael as an emotional support. The fact that Cutter, of all of people, decided to stay away... It’s a sad feeling, but I know I made a good choice running away to Sullivan’s. And if anyone doesn’t like the fact I saved a life – it’s only a matter of time when I heal.
If I lose anyone for helping someone... I would go and help again.
I am no hero, not strong in any way. But I'll push through anything to help those who have helped me.

The strange bruises continue to grow, albeit very slowly. If I didn’t have Iron to share my burden with, I wouldn’t be able to smile at all. Pip seems busy, so I wrote him a letter hoping for reply. I asked about the dragon mission as well, I didn’t pay for that shield on a whim.

I would be so worried... if it weren’t for my supportive friend. And Pattie. Those two are the pillars that keep me from sadness.






#23

I slept in a bit, then stormed down the stairs to find Michael. I saw him sitting by the fire, focusing and meditating. He’s told me he is trying to speak properly. He’s doing very well in this matter, even though for now he speaks really slowly. He is fighting and pushing through.

I sat on the cushions next to him, and after a while, we talked for a little bit. I decided to express that I am going to miss him when he recovers and leaves.
CLICK  Spoiler That's when he said: „Who said I was leaving? That is... if you’ll have me.“   
He left me speechless.

The truth is that, indeed, we have gotten very close over the time. I never thought of him differently, but the way he changes... I don't know.


That morning, I asked a question that’s been bugging me for few days – what did it mean when he stood before me in the garden, back then when Morgaine was visiting.
And he swept me from my feet. In a literal sense, picked me up and held.
It seems he’s very observant and always listening. I felt good in his arms, he is quite tall so I also got the idea of his ‚view of the world.‘ But that’s not what was on my mind in that moment. It was one of the most perfect moments of my life, the realisation that we both might have feelings for each other.
The real ones. We’ve been through hard times and never left each others side. The bond it forged...
And then I got the loveliest kiss one the nose as a 'payback' for everything I've done.


„You are the dagger to my armor, hitting all the soft spots.“


After this, I asked the most tense and hard question to erase even the last doubts; Whether he would like me to be his iron dagger after he recovers.
And it got answered.


...


I’ve heard many other surprising things that day morning. It was long and calm, and we both opened and shared. Based on Michael’s own words, he had liked me the moment he saw me, and I’m helping him realise and feel, how it is to have someone close.

How strange the world turns sometimes.
If I made only one different decision, everything would be... No, no don’t think of it.
Tender moments in the morning haze, as the rays of sun shone through the windows, painting the floor in reflections as we sat there, embracing each other and resting, while the fire was slowly crackling. That was the morning of a wonderful day.


...


Later, almost in the afternoon, I went to see him on the farms. Before that I did some household work, as usual. Mundane tasks help me feel better, as I sometimes feel like this bliss is just an eye of the storm, and at any moment, the tempest can close in on us. I know it will.
Hopefully my fire will provide enough light to fight off the darkness.


We tended the fields together, and then went to the bath house to rest after a long period of labour. I’ve left a hint of suggestion about the chasm waterfalls as well, but he was so oblivious I almost chuckled! It has plenty of time to come into reality, so it doesn’t matter at all.
Things can change until then.

At the bath house I received first straightforward compliments from him. That I look lovely in the dress I brought for our Valstiir journey, and that my eyes are deep and beautiful.
There are some things happening that are beyond any expectations. And it feels so right.

I also got the answer to why he sometimes uses the word ‚silk‘ in relation to me. The regular side assumed the dress, but one of his outbursts provided me with answer. Honest and straightforward, with a hint of appreciation. Silk of the pale flesh. The mind lingers and claws. Pale flesh of the night. Beauty in the moons eyes.
Lost in the void. Wandering iron of the tan opals.
Shows that each day can be more surprising than the other.


...


Today was also the first time we held hands in public for a longer period of time. A lot has changed today, it seems. Even though we’re just companions for now.
Maybe this is also the reason Michael is working so relentlessly towards his recovery, determined to get better at any cost. I don’t know what exactly motivates him to have such inner drive. But again, he’s a fighter, and had always had a strong willpower.

I took him to Valstiir in order to pick an additional pendant for my memory necklace. The one with Cutter’s black tulip in it.
Mister Lorianald had quite a selection of pendants, among which were three daggers. Two dark and one silver, and we had a hard time deciding. In the end, Iron chose the silver one and said...




...


After the jeweler, we went to spend a late evening in Valstiir gardens. Dawn tinting every survace red, and every shadow purple. Magical time of the day, filled with the songs of sparrows and desperate melodies of crickets. Magical lanterns swiveled in the air, attracting curious moths and sleepy hummingbirds. And we sat there, on a stone bench, leaning against each other. Resting and living the moment.


After the sunset, when the sky turned into dark blue hues with the first stars peeking through the sparse clouds, we headed onto our way home.



Back at home, the ‚silk‘ was still stalling in my mind, like a tree in the desert. With a racing heart I took the risk, hoping that based on everything I’ve heard and experienced today, this won’t be a misstep.
I approached Michael and shyly asked, whether he... whether he wants to touch the silk.
A sweetheart he is, in his rational side of mind he started examining my dress, and I couldn’t stop laughing. So I have it one little push, taking his hand and guiding it to feel the skin of my neck, shoulder, and towards the open back of the dress. His expression was surprised and curious, but quickly turned into a smile and we ended up hugging each other, while he gently rubbed my back in a careful and loving manner. His touch was a bit rough, but pleasant. It always makes me relaxed, and I felt my breath slow down.


Leaving the close touch, his suggestion pierced every doubt I had;

Come, let us fall asleep in eachother's embrace.






#24
Woah... a truly wonderful day.
I am at loss for words, as it's just almost unbelievable, and at the same time, so right and nice-feeling.

I feel like nothing I write will do this day justice, and I will fail to capture the essence, the perfection of each moment that had happened throughout the day.
CLICK  SpoilerThat this page will be just an empty husk of words, without any emotion behind it.

...


The bruises are spreading a bit each day. It’s seen the best when I don’t check up on them for few days, and then look in the mirror. So far they do nothing, only swirl under the daylight.


...


It seems Michael started his field duties early. When I woke up, the house was empty.
I like how dedicated he is. His willpower is unmatched, and the effort he makes every day to make things work, is simply, amazing.

After doing some morning stretches and having a breakfast, I went out to find him. I felt bubbly and joyful, sleeping this way gives me so much energy towards the day!


Michael was deep in meditation, as he sat in the rays of dawn, with tended fields behind him.

I sneaked up closer...
And summoned a jet of fire from behind a tree.
I managed to hide for about a minute, until I couldn’t control my laughter anymore and just gave up on stealth completely.
And hearing his sweet „Hi Sherina“ instantly made my morning better.
He was fine with my fire play as well, dearie.

I asked him whether he’d like to sleep cuddled up more often. And the answer of his was, note: WITH A SMIRK– „If you would like.“
Man, you have to have some excitement from hearing me say these things!
Sigh.
I like to hear nice things being confirmed as well.
So it’s alright.
I can enjoy it.
And the eskimo kisses too.


...


One surprise follows another. He barely resembles the gloomy Michael I met on my third day in Hadrian.
But what i certainly didn’t expect to hear from his mouth, is that apparently I look ‚sexy‘ in that red dress of mine!

And hearing that while travelling to Sullivan’s, well, it just makes your day.


...


Our steps echoing in a dreadful, twisted temple, we marched forward with caution. The zikkurat was home to a mass of fire elementals, and some worshippers of flame or whatever.

We crept in silence, our ears looking for any hint of an enemy sound.

I hate the tide of battle. I like the quick thinking, I like what I can do... But the possibility to lose your friends, the people you care about... it’s too much. Far too much for someone like me to bear.

I promised Michael I’ll check up on him back home, and mended the dents in his black metal armor with a spell. Yes, he does regenerate. But I have to make sure.


...


Our journey took us to Valstiir by the airship from Sullivan’s.

After the usual selling of whatever we’ve found, Michael wanted to dye the new cloak he had found. So I tagged along, of course.

At the store,
The biggest surprise. Yes, another one.
MICHAEL. BOUGHT. A. SUIT!

Rich and elaborate, from black velvet and with golden embroidery. I couldn’t believe my eyes, as he slowly approached me, his massive stature clad in the most elegant suit available. And he bought it just for me. So he has something to wear when we go out and I wear a dress.
As I stood on the descending steps, out heads were mostly on the same level.
I was so filled with joy and excitement.
I wanted to kiss him. The man I like so much.
It was the perfect moment!

...But I didn’t.


...


We arrived to the airship, holding our hands, and departed towards Hadrian.

The missed opportunity and a slight worry that I might be wrong about his feelings was still bugging me,
so I went full honesty.

I confessed, that I wanted to kiss him back at the store. That I thought the opportunity was perfect. But I didn’t, and that made me confused whether I should have done it or not...
Michael just leaned in and asked... „What’s stopping you now?“
I went speechless.
And then he pulled me into the softest kiss imaginable.
I didn’t expect my first kiss to be on an airship with a person I‘m still mainly a carer to, but it is.
And it is perfect.


...


Back at home, after I waited for Michael to finish bathing, he told me something as well.
He talked about how he started his meditation.
How and why he pushes himself so rapidly towards his recovery.
It’s because of me.
...
Michael... That precious man.

Later on, he showed me in detail how his regeneration ability works. It’s just as incredible as I imagined. He has not a single scar on his body.
Wonderful.
Then we talked. He talked about some things that happened to him long ago, the wounds he survived only thanks to his ability.
I couldn’t bear it any longer. I told him something, that I can’t imagine what he’s been through. That it’s hard for me to hear such things. But I thanked him for trusting me.
I thanked him for everything.
And I thanked him
for loving me.

... „Of course I love you.“
My heart fluttered in joy.

We went to sleep a while later. Last words I heard that day were: „Goodnight, my shining dagger.“

Goodnight, my hero.

Ritu:
Ink of the Mad

#25
In the morning I went out to Hadrian, to simply catch up with the things and with people in town. After a stroll through the streets smelling of water and people, I sat down to rest at the patio of Adventurer’s Society, watching the people, seagulls and ships go by.

SpoilerWho I certainly didn’t espect was dear Ruby, marching carefully down the streets. Our eyes met, and she sat down to the table with me.
We’ve been talking more-less general stuff, including a little rant on the local sorcerer laws. She has been trying to explain to me her opinion on why are we so looked down at.
Based on her thoughts, the Arcanists and other wizards are simply jealous of what we have naturally, while they had to study to earn their skills.

What are they forgetting, I said to Ruby, is, that we cannot choose the spells we develop nearly at all. We can experiment and try, but unless we know, we have no clue.
Having every day a different selection of spells available – that’s only for wizards.

And I don’t know what‘s „so terribly bad“ about that.

Pip’s skills are cool, after all, and he can learn anything he wants from the scrolls at the store.
There’s nothing like that for us sorcerers.
Only our raw, unbound nature.


...


Miss Mayor Morgaine walked by, and as girls we all are, from two people in a conversation immediately became three. She was on her way from some Voust-related crypt – it seems she was reckless enough to go alone.

Regardless of that, she has shared some of her discoveries and assumptions. Her and Ruby had a clever and intense talk, and I was amazed to listen to them talk.
Ruby seems to have a perfect analytical mind for the right situations, and this was one of them. We both offered lady Morgaine our help in getting through the walls of the Voust manor, and our red-clad Mayor accepted.

Ruby unfortunately had some tasks planned further in the day, so me and Morgaine stood alone on the patio. Since I asked her about a private hearing right after she joined us in a talk, we laidback-style went into her offices. It was too much of a beautiful morning to rush...

I told her about the unavailability of Pip for the dragon mission, and about the fact that Michael will likely insist on coming after the old bronze with us. We continued the talk in a relaxed manner, agreeing upon starting our journey as soon as Morgaine receives a yes-or-no reply from some people she’s like to have with her.

That makes sense. But she hasn’t seen me fight for a while.

Later during our conversation, the topic turned to Michael. I haven’t told her anything of what happened yesterday or the days before

...


Around the noon I came home and as i wanted to go check the farms I’ve bumped into Michael on my way out of the door. That makes things easier.

Several gentle affections later, I agreed to visit lady Morgaine with him. He seems to have something to report from Valstiir, and would appreciate my company.
...Don’t tell me there’s more trouble on our plate.

After their meeting, we all went to Valstiir to check upon the said mist patches.

And it was far worse than Morgaine and I expected.
Most of the Old Quarter of Valstiir was covered in clouds of red mist, turning the lush grasses into a dead wasteland. Except for one tree, which stood amidst the clouds of corruption, proud and alive. With vibrant purple leaves, radiating a slight magical energy.

As we waded through the thick mist, the ‚bruised up‘ arm... responded.

First, I felt a strange numbness. Then tingling, and a second later

I felt as if thorns were piercing out from within the areas with bruises, ripping my flesh and every nerve apart. The clawing of something cold -
Until it all faded except the pain.
The pain so strong I wanted to give up, lay down and let myself cry until dawn.
Pain as intense as the devices back.. where I came from. Only longer.
Every second felt like forever.
It was burning, writhing in my veins. Every fibre of me wanted to scream and hope, that someone comes and takes the pain away.
But I’ve learnt as a child.
No such person exists.

Michael and Morgaine took their time. It’s alright, hang on girl. Show nothing. You can do it, you can manage. I had to grit my teeth and walk further. Morgaine needed to be guarded from the back as well. I needed to be cautious.
They needed me.
My will couldn’t falter in that moment.
Oh heavens, if only they weren’t so slow... The longer we walked through the mist the more it hurt. As if my body responded to every life lost to the mist.
I don’t want this anymore...
Someone make it stop.
Please.


...


I managed to survive the flight from Valstiir down into Hadrian as well. I hope my rushed farewell didn’t disturb Mayor too much, but it was no longer bearable.
I could no longer hold back the presence of this.
So I went alone.

But Michael, oh Michael.

Being the awesome man he is, he rushed to me in an attempt to comfort me, help me, calm me down.
My arm was throbbing, and through the rushes of pain and adrenaline in my blood, I could barely notice his call. „Sweetheart,“ he said.

And I told him. Away from the city, beyond the walls, letting the pain be seen in my eyes. I told him what I felt, how it felt and how I would do anything to stop it, how I wanted to release my flames...
...but I wanted to release them on me.
To burn that thing off.
But I couldn’t.
For him, I couldn’t.


My sweet Michael. Brazier, protecting my flame from the wind.

He suggested that I should probably go and burn some excess plants and foliage.
So we went, and I set off a blazing tempest with the pain still pulsing through me.

And I felt something,
lightheaded,
A new strange something rushed over me, tugging the Weave in new patterns I couldn’t
comprehend.
And the world went dark.


...


Pain in my right arm had completely disappeared by the time we arrived to our doorstep. It seems the mist had triggered something. I don’t know.

I felt.. unusual. Releasing my magic didn’t help. The feeling of a blazing bonfire in the core of my chest was guiding me towards Michael, I felt.. this burning within, I wanted to embrace him, hold him, envelop us both in the safety of fire, staying forever in that moment.
That’s how I felt, and maybe this desire kept the panic from the sudden dark cloud away.
The need for closeness,
for closer closeness,
my body felt so heated up. None of the flames I released onto the poor foliage that evening had seemed to sate this need and calm down this feeling. Michael, on the other hand... the sadness and worry seeping everywhere around him, creating a point of clarity and reason in my heated up mirage of the world.


Is it too strange I wasn’t scared at all?


Maybe it’s my immense trust in him.
We’ve been through the hell and back.
This can’t be harder than that.

He expressed his deep worry and concern, about this feeling, about these events... That he never wants to lose this beautiful, caring woman of his.
And only thing I felt that moment was calmness and trust. And the determination to overcome whatever this is. And whatever it brings.


Michael is worried about losing me, losing me to this something that‘s creeping up my body and changing its magical responsivity.
I felt Michael’s tears as they dripped on my shoulders.
I felt his care,
his love,
his desperate affection.


This is the man I’ve grown to love, love so much I never thought I would feel a bond this deep. And now the source of his troubles am I, the one person who has never supposed to bring any wounding feeling upon him.


I was terrified of asking Skettus for examination, as Morgaine suggested.
But he’s my man.
The only person who is going to be here with me with certainty.
If this would be my only duty to him, I will put myself under the risk and be examined by their mage and artificier – the man named Zilta.
And for now,
live for what we have. For what we are. For what we can become.


Michael gently took my hand, and begun guiding me to the bed with gentleness and affection in his touch. I followed, accepting whatever comes next, knowing I’m safe. He layed me down with him, and I cuddled close to feel his heart beating next to mine.
He began gently stroking my hair, telling me with love, to just forget about the world.. for a single moment.

I felt myself relaxing, my inner fires extinguishing...

That moment I knew

I will always be his silver dagger. And even if this ‚whatever‘ consumes me – heck if I care, I’ll become a blade of obsidian.
But I’ll stay his. Until the end.
My lovely Iron.





#26

I took the time in the morning to study my arm. Some of the bruises look more like an ink spills, with twig-like formations branching out each of them.
I can feel a soft tingling. But no longer any pain. Fortunately. I can’t afford to step into the red mist more than necessary.
While I was absorbed by studying the changes of my body, Michael woke up and asked whether I feel alright. He is my support and I love him.

CLICK   SpoilerHe noticed that it had gotten worse. Clearly. It’s quite noticeable by now. It’s making him so worried, I’m afraid he is more worried than I am. There’s no escaping for me after all, so I’m looking for solutions.
He’s just so caring.
I tried to remind him, that we should never let this condition of mine overshadow what we already have. How awesome it is to be ourselves, to be together. We have a nice house, good friends, and are caring for each other. With all these things, I will hold on.
And Michael promised me he will help me fight this. By all means possible.
The things we do for each other...
...I’m glad he’s become a much kinder man than before. Otherwise I would be afraid.




I quickly ran to the Coin and back, letting the air fill my lungs as I sprinted forward.
I had to take that surprise home as soon as possible.

I told Michael to wait upstairs while I ran, raced the morning breeze and the few falling leaves. Quickly stop by at the seamstress‘ before I get the thing from the inn.
Had it.
Got to bring it home.


Back at our cozy two-storey, I quickly unpacked and displayed the present on a large plate. It was fresh, as fresh as it can get in the morning of a busy port town day.
A full sweet cake, with colorful sugary sprinkles and juicy, cherry filling.
How am I going to tell him this?
Oh, I know...
„Come downstairs!“ I shouted, clutching the heavy tray in my hands. The right one seems a bit weakened, now I think about it.

Michael descended down the stairs, and the little scillintating sparks of pleased surprise in his eyes were just priceless. Sweet cake, oh yes.

I thought I should give him something to pay back, the worries I caused him with what happened yesterday... I never wanted this. I know I’m loved, I know I’m supported, but to let my dear partner know about my appreciation is just as important as the appreciation itself.
Sweetest man I know.
He is my support, the reason my will doesn’t waver against the taint that’s consuming me. The reason why I will go and push myself, try to learn how to work with this taint of mine.
I feel good in the dark. Maybe I should train in the basement later.


...


After little bits of conversation, I remembered the thing I got reworked at the tailor’s workshop. The adventuring robe Michael gave me during our first adventure together.
I wonder whether he remembers.
I had it reworked, though some parts turned out clearly different than I imagined. Some were rising... higher, definitely higher than I expected. But no worries, everything will be fine. I’m sure of it.

One moment of changing later, I walked down the stairs, however I stood with my back turned towards him. I was so nervous of showing myself in this new attire... It was new, yes, it was nice, yes, it was all that it could be. But it lacked the long skirt i usually wear, and instead got something.. different. That’s more than I remember it asking to be.

As nervous as I was, i was quite reluctant to show this attire of mine.
Inhale, exhale.
There we go.


Blushing and surprised, Michael seemed both stunned and appreciative at the same time. I quickly defended the concept of this clothing, saying it was supposed to be more modest.
His single reply was a cocky „Sure...“ as he pulled me close by my sides.
Assuming the best but still needing reassurance, I asked whether he likes it.
...And I’ve gotten the best answer I could get.

As I’m writing this, I realised that the things are starting to get suggestive once in a while. It’s not like I mind. I’m certainly glad he is feeling better and showing more of his personality.
I’m still primarily his carer, after all. There are bounds I don’t want to cross until his full recovery. I want him to be himself when that happens.


...


Michael suggested visiting one area in Sullivan’s, where he said he could use my help. It’s not like I do anything else besides enchanting him to be even deadlier for his enemies, so I agreed to it and tagged along.

It was a nice trip. But unfortunately (or fortunately), the elevator that was supposed to ride us to the lower levels had gotten jammed in the construction itself, so we stopped moving after several feet.
It was time to go – but I didn’t want to go home yet.
So Michael took me to the Upperdark.



....



Upperdark is a strange and calming place. Dangers lurking around every corner, while the cave system itself is so nice, majestic, with pretty glowing details like mushrooms and crystals, burbling water streams and still, silent lakes.
My excitement and curiosity only grew, and after showing me the drow city from the coastline, we turned around and headed towards the exit of the caves.

Being as excited and curious as I was, I acted more like a tourist than an adventurer at that moment. I was splashing in the streams, touching all the tall, gargantuan mushrooms, petting the smooth facets of glowing crystals, and generally, enjoying the trip.
And burning several monsters alive but they wanted to eat us first. And Michael is quicker than any of my spells, it’s so incredible. His agility merges with his strength into one deadly and effective combo.
And there wasn’t a second I was truly afraid of him.
Not even while he was completely under the influence of the cursed tools.

Continuing our trip in Upperdark, behind a patch of tall mushrooms I’ve found a still pool of cool water. I submerged in, as it seemed pretty shallow and empty for any monstrosity to hide in. So I went in. And Michael did too.
...
So I splashed him.
His revenge was just as vicious as it could be, since he took his shield into both hands, filled it with water and then CHUCKED all the water onto my head.
I was drenched.
Cold.
But laughing.


And he seemed oh-so-happy seeing me like this. Without worries and racing thoughts.


...


He took us back a different path, through an abandoned waterside fortress, now inhabited by sahuagin-kin.
Pattie once again proven to be a true devilish shredder from the nine hells, deserving a lot of praise and head scratches. She’s grown so much over the time I spent here in these lands... I can’t believe she’s almost as tall as I am.


Through the crumbling fortress full of waterfalls and overwater paths, we emerged in the familiar forests nearby Southbank.
Times of our first memories living together, travelling here to see the world. Time when I first showed him the heat of my spells, the time he gave me his first hug.
There is a lot to see, and a lot to learn.
But mostly enjoy, as the nature is wild and full of surprises.
And every corner can harbor a beautiful location of its own.


We took a long stroll, simply savoring the fresh forest air as the wind danced with the leaves above us. We stopped on the top of a small cliff, right above the water waves.
And we just stood there,
Gazing into the distance.
He put his arm around me, and we stood.
Watched.
As the waves go by, as they will for all eternity, eating away the toughness of the rock.
I felt so loved.
Safe.
And appreciated.
In that very moment, it was only two of us.
And the vastness of the sea.


...


Our romantic moment was disturbed by a Moander’s fanatic, who seemed to rejoice in the discovery of proclaimer services. Michael seemed pretty pissed off by it, therefore I needed to calm the situation down.

Iron must’ve felt very romantic that day, as we didn’t head home that night. We’ve gone to the Southbank, to the inn and had a cozy little dinner. Michael’s a proper gentleman, I must say – he even pulled out a chair for me, and brought everything to the table.
Michael never ceases to amaze me.
Who would’ve thought that I, of all people, am going to end up with this man.

Dinner... Which reminds me, I haven’t yet searched for a sweet cake recipe to make at home.
Have to add it to the to-do list.

...


After our filling dinner, Michael went and rent a room at the Southbank’s inn. It was a small and cozy one, almost indifferent to my old room at the Sailor’s Coin.
Sadly, only beds were single and only one per room.
So, as Michael laid down on his back, I got comfortable lying on him and next to him, as his strong arms held me close.

I fell asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat.





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We took a ride by boat in the morning, and spent our way to Hadrian watching the lazy morning waves and a rising fog above the river. It was amusing seeing morning bird folk flutter by, occasionally stopping by the coast to have a short drink, before they'd take off again.
Funny thing is, that I don't miss home. And I don't think I'll ever do.
SpoilerAs long as I'm with Michael, our home can be anywhere.
Right now he is standing right beside me, his big, warm hand on top of mine, as we are leaning against the railing of the ship.
He just smiles, and then we continue our silent, calm voyage.


Upon arrival at home, Michael immediately sets off towards the farmers settlements. It seems there's a lot of work today, as we've been reported that an ox got frightened and broke free, demolishing part of the barn and one door in the process.
Michael insisted he'll be alright on his own, so I trusted him and went to Hadrian alone. I wanted to just relax and people-watch before I go home for the rest of the day.


What fate had brought up for me was lady Morgaine, elegantly sitting down next to me and starting this unexpected talk. It turned out, that she's heading to the Abbey of the Moon for spiritual reasons, and as I mentioned the dragon living nearby, she reckoned we might as well do two things at once.
What a great and inspiring leader.

Even though I'm not serving anyone and thought I'll never be, Morgaine shows me the side of rulership I would never expect to happen and encounter. She is kind, merciful, decisive and powerful. And values loyalty above everything.
She's actually the only person I can directly ask for commands and feel great about doing it. Because I know she likes me to retain my free will, and serve her out of my own decision. I'm proud of Michael wanting to join her guard, she'll need him just as I do if the mist comes closer.


...


Down at the Abbey, Morgaine paid her respects and did her prayers. In the meantime, I was enticed by the beauty and serenity of the local monastery gardens, finding peace in their geometry and silence.
A quiet retreat. No wonder she visits here once a week to cleanse her head from the duties as a Mayor. This place would turn anyone into a calmer person.

Later on we went to talk to the Father of the Abbey about the local lands and the dragon rumours. Apparently he didn't know of anything, but suddenly a woman I've seen before appeared, as if out of nowhere.
I've seen her over a month ago in Hadrian, trying to get Pip's attention for something.
It's not like it matters now.

We talked, and meanwhile visited two towers of the abbey, one as tall as the other. Both were full of artifacts and holy symbolics, one even housing a piece of a moon, giving a dim glow into the room it was stored in.

Then we sat in the serene gardens, with flowers slowly swaying in the light wind. It was refreshing, and in the background you've heard the cascading waterfalls nearby. Perfect place for a friendly chat.
While I was a bit more suspicious of miss Zoanantuss, Morgaine ensured me she is a good person and I let some of the barriers fall.
And after all,
it turned out that Zoana was the polymorphed Bronze Dragon(ess) we've been looking for.

It took my breath away as she rose from her human body, as majestic as one can get, turning skin into a metal-like scales, with head of a strangely pleasant dragon, with wise and patient green eyes. She was smaller than I suspected, but was still looming over us in a display of massive power and elegance.
It seems she can 'sniff' people's intentions in the form of a dragon, and her and Morgaine had a long talk about the necessary things and the things we know. We haven't yet been offered a direct help, but were pointed towards a certain things that might help us defeat the Mist in the long term.
And that's the important goal we have.

Me and Morgaine went home through Southbank, taking the ship to Hadrian. As soon as I escorted Mayor to her estate, we shared a warm hug and wished each other a great day. I like having friends like this. It makes me feel great, sharing the good things and forgetting the bad for a moment.


...


On my way towards the house 9, a proclamation echoed in my head - from Pip, he has returned and manages to find some time for me.
I updated him on all the events and information, including today's visit of a mighty dragon lady. He seemed amazed and just as curious and eager as I was, to meet the dragon again. I told him of her preferred human form, so if she ever comes to Hadrian or a Hilltop, he can get closer and talk to her.
He was also kind and concerned about the health problem of mine I mentioned in the letter. I'm glad he kept things private,
but that's just the way it goes I assume. One way or another, I'm glad he can be secretive when he wants to.
As if he wasn't usually.

Down at his lab at Hilltop, I have shown him the partially corrupted right arm. The blotches of dark color didn't shift much from yesterday, which is great. It's not growing faster after the latest mist incident, so that' at least a good news.
On another side, after the expensive spell testing and various examinations he suspected that my access to shadow magic is somehow higher, and that the right approach might be to figure out how to harness it.
Since the first dark cloud happened for seemingly no reason, I realised I might try to cast more spells, to see if any shadow energy 'leak' comes out again and alters the spell, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the spell pattern itself.
And I will harness it.

He gave me a bit more self belief and confidence, but we both know he's not on a hundred percent sure about those things.
We agreed that he might visit me and Michael while we're both home, and note down the progress of the arm markings during his visit.


...


I was drained from the spell testing, so I fell asleep sooner than Michael managed to get home.
What a long day full of answers and new goals to reach.
Thank you for that.

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