WELCOME
6/23/xx
Finally made something a touch more convenient to store my diary entries. I doubt anyone shall ever lay eyes upon these, yet still, it's nice to pretend they might.
7/1/xx
Today i had a very nice conversation with Smoith, despite being here for around a week we never really started to get close until now. That gent mentioned alot about one of his hobbies, fencing. I never really enjoyed fencing, i think it's more of a art form than of substance, a sport cloaked in flourish rather than function. I never really enjoyed fighting with a blade, or fighting in general, I'd only fight because i had to for my position, now that im not forced into such role ive been able to enjoy simple pleasures that quiet the mind and hush the storm within me.
7/3/xx
Haunched like a faun, he hooed from grove of moon-glint and fen-frost until all owls in the twigged forest flapped black to look and brood on the call this man made. No sound but a drunken coot lurching home along river bank; stars hung water-sunk, so a rank of double star-eyes lit boughs where those owls sat. An arena of yellow eyes watched the changing shape he cut, saw hoof harden from foot, saw sprout goat-horns; marked how god rose and galloped woodward in that guise.