After Phineas' death...Sylvie was quite depressed for a long while. She was not sure how to handle the one she loved, being taken from her so suddenly...and then not being able to pay her respects. So...she decided to start a journal. This was decided upon recent events that had begun...those things in her life that she would have confided to him. Now, she shall..in written word, so maybe his spirit will find the pages of her journal.
((**Note, days are kept in FANGSFALL calendar time. Also, for now there will be few linebreaks for paragraphs as to save space, until I get what I really wanted to do with this page accomplished**))
Sylvie, locked in her cell, sat upon what looked to be a bed. In her hand was a quill, to her left was a small ink well...and in her lap were loose sheets of parchment. She had contradicted what she had said to Morn earlier that day. At the current moment, she held a sad look upon her face. She sat back, bringing her knees up enough to use them for a table...dipped the quill in the ink, and began to draw out her script on the loose pages.
Madrot 23 155 AV Belsaday-Firstly, I must say how much I miss you. Only, as of present, I do not think you would be proud of me. I am currently sitting in a jail cell..in the guards barracks. It's only for a few days, but still. It happened the other night, Madret 21, Wildday for the record. I wish not to go into detail upon the incident. My aligations? No...not stealing or anything of that sort. Slander...from what the guard said. His name was Adams, perhaps you knew him? He seemed a bit cocky, and rude. I made the comment on how honorable, unlike you, that he seemed..and how he came to totally disrupt and disturb the people's peace. I spoke only the truth, that which I felt in my heart anyway. He accused me of slander, and ordered a guard to arrest me. I resisted at first, speaking my mind on how unjust I thought it was. I did nothing wrong, and seen no slander in what I said. I guess...**Sylvie paused, as she thought about what she would write next**..I do not regret retaliating with voice, but, I sit here wondering if, perhaps you were here, you would see me as disrespectful..since you too are a guard. Phineas...**she paused again, this time to take a deep breath to prevent from crying, though, later it would prove futile**...I worried once about how people here in Fangsfall would judge me, especially the guards. You told me not to worry, that they were more accepting than most places. The townspeople themselves have not contradicted this, but...atleast one guard has. I believe the others were only doing as ordered...so I hold no ill will towards them. The look Adams gave me when he entered...and he wasn't even after me. They had come to arrest my friend Drake IceWater, perhaps you knew him as well? The look alone was judgement enough. I was conversing with a recent friend I had made, he later told me that the guard assumed I had replaced you already. I have not...I have only, for the moment, found someone like myself..whom I can easily converse with without having to worry about judgement. He is a bard...and he shares in life's experiances about being of the lower class. I know you would understand Phineas...I know you would not want me to go on depressed and unhappy about your death forever. You would want me to be happy, and...the gods know that I am trying to some extent. It is most unfortunate that I have not gotten to visit you and pay my respects..the reason being, my escort for the little journey has been arrested. Drake that is. I don't know about you...but I know the other guards do not trust him. I do...he has not shown any reason for ME not too. So much has come down since you have gone. When you were still with me on this plane, I had lost a dear friend. Aethyr Silverbow ((**OOC, that last name might be wrong**))...I am unsure as to what has happnened to him..from what I have heard, he is dead. Then...you were taken from me. Now? I risk yet another loss of a friend. Yes, I once again speak of Drake. He is unsure as to what his fate is. One would figure that I would be used to losing loved ones by now. It's happened so much in the past, do you remember me telling you? I guess, what makes it different now, is that I have found a place to call home. I had become happy and content with the life I had...so, the sudden losses and recent events all stacked together have taken their toll. This new friend? His name is Morn Amblecrown..**Sylvie would manage a small smile while she wrote**..I am still the oldest. I guess, I do not pay attention to age though...to a certain degree of course. He has a kind soul, from what I have sensed..though, he makes his mistakes as well. I do not know what will come about of the frienship. I have not really thought about it. For now though, I shall end this. I grow tired, and..these cells are cold (among other things).
