Day 7
Spirits above and below
I am alive, by some stroke of fortune. I was prepared to meet Mathian at the ball this evening. I knew I had plenty of time to steady myself and present myself and, hopefully, gain his approval.
I did not prepare myself for him to walk into the inn mid afternoon, underdressed and stammering like a schoolgirl.
My lady’s assistant was there and softened the shock of the moment admirably. Despite this, the shock of the moment still sits with me. Our interaction was brief, and he seemed pleased with a few comments I made.
The arrival of my dress gave me an easy escape. I’m in my room now, ostensibly preparing for the ball. I needed a moment to get this written down. I’ll prepare, now, to leave and make my entrance into the social life of RhyDin. I think it will be fun. I will find out within hours.
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If I don’t say it was a disaster for me, would that mean it wasn’t?
The ball itself was magnificent. The people, the atmosphere, all of it was wonderful, and the hostesses pulled all of the stops to make it a success.
I think it’s still going on. I left. I made it an hour and a half, which I think I should consider a success, though it doesn’t feel like it. I barely spoke more than 5 sentences to anyone, and I only really spoke to one person.
I broke down. Too many people, too many voices, I just couldn’t handle it. All my time since making it to RhyDin has been either alone or with few People. The inn isn’t so bad, but the atmosphere puts me at ease. But time in the Wilds had its effect. I’m not ready for such crowds.
I saw my lady. I wanted to see more of her. But I couldn’t stay. She seemed distressed, but Lord Shadowsoul was there. She is in good hands.
I’m recovering in Books and Brews. I’m taking advantage of what my new phone is capable of to give a few different types of music a try. I haven’t settled on anything yet, but I’m working on it. I think I’ll go on a hunt in the next few days. I need to be in the Wild again. A break from the city will do me a little good, and I need to start earning an income. Rent is due tomorrow. I could afford another month there before I run too low on money to sustain myself. Three weeks if I live as I have been. I need to work, and maybe find a new solution to my housing.
I start fresh tomorrow. A day to pack and prepare, and to work on studying the journal. Tonight, I’ll drown my shame in tea and return when I have replenished my spirits.