So much success as of late - at least for the most part. Many meetings attended and even more of them arranged. It’s definitely more difficult to work with ease without the time to unwind, but what’s my choice here really. I’m not going back to the bottle, that never helped in the first place.
I’m quite tired but it’s of no matter, I feel joy in knowing that the festival is going to happen, and all is going so well! Dangerous at times, yes, but as a Slaver I took on the beast hunting duty too. Come to think of it, it should be the -only- thing I do. Heh. Perhaps I should be lazier, but then my place would not be proudly in this House. I love it here.
The growth of my House’s reputation and the overall satisfaction of the general public and nobility due to the event is going to be worth it, though personally mostly I look forward to the fireworks. I’m going to watch from the lakeside, glancing one time at the rippled reflection, and the other to the blazing shapes in the sky. I wonder if there will be someone by my side.
Ah, what am I thinking. He won’t come unless I’d beg him to. And, maybe… hm, maybe. But I don’t give it much of a chance.
Who knows, maybe Mendel will throw me at someone during the Great Midnight Dance like Neasa suspects.
Maybe I can at least hang out with her and the brothers, that way we have two dance pairs there. At least we’d get to have fun.
Should I come in a meeting suit, or in a dress? I changed up that midnight blue one I had on the night Sjach and I… the gala and what came after. I shouldn’t be keeping reminders like that, but oh he surely looked gorgeous in that suit. My dragon. Probably not anymore, though.
The sudden void… no, not sudden. I’ve seen it coming but averted my eyes from the truth. Only thing I got were lies about how much I mean and whatnot. After I stopped coming there on my own, not a word has come, and I bet not a thought either. I suspect now he’s at his cave, counting treasures with that loveable grin of his. I brought him enough it seems and now I’m unneeded. Arthur said it’s gonna be my House who discards me, but oh how wrong he was in his sharran marketing speech. How very wrong.
I wish it hurt less, knowing it was never real and that I’m not even worth of being told it’s over.
Does me being able to provide for us both weigh down so much on the little scalie? The more I managed to do, the less confident in himself he seemed. And is my ability to take care of things going to scare away anyone else who might happen to be interested in the wreck I am? I suppose yes. It wouldn’t be my life if it had something nice in it for longer than a while, for a duration of a lie.
Love. At least I got to have a taste of it, of the feeling akin to a fresh mountain spring water. With rich but neutral taste, pleasant, refreshing and somehow cleansing in feeling, taking impurities and worries away as you get lost in its nuances and subtle variety of the sensations that only grow with every passing day.
Despite losing it, I hope the memory of this feeling will remain in within me so there is something lighting up my way forward, no matter how faintly. And perhaps I’ll recognise it once more.