13th Light beneath the eleventh Moon

3761 Cycles beyond the Dark

722 Years after the Repentance

Entry: 1/030

Dear self,

I had a very dream through the night that had Rahph in it. The Darcinderaht was lazing on a wide rock beneath a cloudless noon. It had that unblinking snake stare as always which somehow swapped between making it look creepy or dumb looking. I didn’t recognise any of the thin brush looking trees or the tall yellow grass, but it was clearly a natural place for the critter if it was so comfortable in circle of blackened earth that had somehow not charred the trees too badly despite how dry they seemed. I dreamed the sunlight being so warm and comfortable that I could do nothing except lie down and soak it in.

Waking up back where winter ruled was somewhat unpleasant, and I stayed in bed a little too long. The morning brought nothing strange. Mum got a commission for enchanting a hat which might take a few days to finish. I took the potions back into town today and one of the innkeepers wanted to buy the Daylight potion to try and make a drink out of it.

Anora and I took some supplies just past noon. It was actually quite a short march from out house to reach the rift. There was not a lot of power being transferred through the rift so it closed naturally with just a grounding circle stabilizing it enough to heal. The hardest part was actually keeping my Incuria controlled to avoid interference. Anora might even have been able to seal it alone if she exerted herself. There was a little mishap where a sliver of the rift nearly stretched outside of our grounding circle but I caught it early enough. The Dawdlium that started springing up all over helped with manipulating space to encourage the rift closing.

I collected a few swaths from the tree that had developed silvered leaves near the rift. They might end up being interesting somehow, so I took them back to analyze their properties after exposure to the rift. With Anora helping stripping a few branches was quick work.

She eventually did decide to tell me about what was on her mind, likely tired from all the occasional glances I shot her the entire morning. The sigil we found imprinted in the ground belonged to an Asura she knew of apparently. He was a war-like godling with arrogant and self-righteous tendencies from even before the Repentance, which is a minority among most living Asura. She had been concerned when we found the site of the Asura skirmish because she thinks he might be a danger to the surrounding if anything catches his interest here.

A man from the Rangers Guild arrived at last. He was covered in snow and ice over his face but his badge reacted positively with the token the Rangers had mailed us and with Mum here there was no possibility that he was fooling the blood magic involved, even if he was a shapeshifter. He took Rahph, and Tori was sad, but it was something that should have happened a good while ago already. The critter was still stuffed into a carry cage, but it seemed nicer than the other one. He also smacked a weather charm onto Rahph which seemed to help the critter deal with the wet cold directly. They like roots and tubers best, so if I ever see another Darcinderaht I’ll know what to feed it next time.

Hope we fare well.

Regards,

Me.

~*M*~