Cave Night with Aysun

Cave Night with Aysun

25th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon

Again I prove that I am probably the worst at ending things. Little grace or tact, just ending. A brick wall I’m intent on driving a chocobo towards at full speed while I dive to safety. I think Eufrasi stopped just short of begging me to stay, but his pride held him back, that same pride that got him ousted from the Watch in the first place. Not that it would have done him any good. My heart and mind has been set for days. I’ve taken to heading there during the day, while he’s occupied at the Sands and his duties to the Sultana… he is home just as little as I. It’s safe to sleep here, and pack what few things I opened up back into boxes. I need to look into getting space in Limsa again.

One last fling, and I was gone before he woke up. To the office, to write of things that didn’t involve me, thank Halone. I do enough of that here in this book.

I’ve kept my mind busy with work.

Finish locating the pieces of the Gallant Armor
Finish the Recruitment Poster
Head into the Darkhold with Aysun and Keisuna

Only one task remains, now. I have a week to do it. I am prepared, but are they? I know Keisuna just got out of the Fane, and Aysun confided her doubts to me last night. My shield aches to prove itself. Interviews, dealing with persons of interest

The sentence ends abruptly

I just didn’t have the heart to keep writing.

I’m happy for Manari, her patrol brought in a captive Vulture. The last I heard there has been no progress. I’ve thought of going over to the Wailers myself, but there is little I could do, and I don’t want to interfere. She’s earned this victory. Perhaps more will show up to her patrols now and Eva wouldn’t have landed up in the Fane. She’s doing well, though.

It feels weird, seeing my face on a poster, one that I know is going to be hanging up on walls and billboards across Eorzea. I’m not sure when they’re going to roll out; probably after I finish Eva’s… but even though it makes me uncomfortable it also makes me smile. I’ve come a long way, and there is longer to go. I plan on sending an autographed, signed one to Redrick, as a not-so-subtle message that we’re going to be open for business. The job with the ogre outside of Cutter’s Cry went well enough. I’m sure he’ll get the big picture. I know there were a number of larger jobs he wanted to give me back when I was working for him that he wouldn’t because I was just one woman, and not a particularly skilled one at that.

A lot has changed in four moons.

A note is scribbled in the margin:
Talk to Eva about M’hleaka

I’ve been driving Stephon particularly hard, lately. I dragged him out to Mor Dhona this morning, through the miasma, to find Flandre. It was a bad showing, and I had to leave in the middle of my painting. I found her easily, uninjured. Even worse, she hadn’t even been attacked. Just panicked. Whimpering over the Twelves-damned pearl. I took out my frustrations on a toad rather than unload on her, but I did give her a bit of an earful later. Can’t even read…

More Stephon for the rest of the sun. I’m trying to cut back on riding the aether, really get a feel for the lay of the land, and I think it’s working. I met with Aysun in a pool in the plateaus out in Thanalan sands, and I let him relax and cool down in the water while the two of us talked. Silly oaf, scaring the fish. I swear he acts more like a dog than a Seedkin.

I’m not looking forward to bed.

Another note at the bottom of the page:
Write back to mother.