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Ratri: /* Friday December 23, 48670 */

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Friday December 23, 48670

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	====Afternoon====		====Afternoon====
	I just realized I got up and gave speeches to all of faerie while still covered in my own dried blood. I guess it does present a certain image. I was not looking forward to bath time. I was sure a sword like that would leave a mark. Between the unnatural sharpness and the burn of cold iron, how could it not? But this time, it's the price I paid to hug my sister for the first time in my life. And it was worth it. And every time I see that mark, it will remind me that I am half the Queen of Faerie, and I have the greatest other half in all of creation. That's a mark I am proud to wear.		I just realized I got up and gave speeches to all of faerie while still covered in my own dried blood. I guess it does present a certain image. I was not looking forward to bath time. I was sure a sword like that would leave a mark. Between the unnatural sharpness and the burn of cold iron, how could it not? But this time, it's the price I paid to hug my sister for the first time in my life. And it was worth it. And every time I see that mark, it will remind me that I am half the Queen of Faerie, and I have the greatest other half in all of creation. That's a mark I am proud to wear.

			===Saturday December 24===
			The Entking is speaking. For the first time in millennia. I guess 2000 years is not that long to an Ent. Especially not to the Entking. And Maggie's void-touch isn't just a bit of void, it's a parasite. But it's not a parasite, it's a portal. And she can hear people on the other side, talking about the oncoming storm. And we can't get it out. And the Silence is looking for the portal, and the Song is looking for the Silence. And we didn't want to be there when they meet. I'm still scared, Oak. We have to save Maggie.

			===Sunday December 25===
			I don't want to go. I don't want to lose you, Oak. I panic a little every time I let go of your hand. I don't want to be far away from you, and I don't want to be far away from Faerie. I could feel it, the exact moment we left. There's a line at the edge of Faerie, and crossing it hurt. I left part of me there, waiting. Take care of it.

			It's hard to find a spot to be alone on a crazy wooden ship flying through the sky.

			===Thursday December 22 (again)===
			Watching the ocean go by. Checking the sky, checking the stars. Something happened when we left Faerie -- we always knew time flowed strangely there, and we were all worried about taking too long. But instead, we seem to have come back at the same moment we left. I don't know what that means, Oak, but I'd like to think that part of me I left behind is still with you, whenever and wherever you are. I just need time to process. I guess now I feel like I have some.

			===Saturday December 24 (again)===
			Mara had a dream she thinks was a message from Nox. She told Rena about the things we're doing, and Rena said to get in touch after. But then, after Rena left -- Mara said Rena sent her a message. Telepathically. She used a different name, Maraniel, and saying it out loud gave Mara another headache. Mara says Rena is the Song. I'm not so sure anymore that Mara is Mara. But she has taken such good care of me for so long. Whoever she is, she has shown me I can trust her.

Ratri: /* Thursday December 22, 48670 */

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Thursday December 22, 48670

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	The closer I got to your room, the more I just wanted this all to be over. I tried so hard, I wasn't sneaky enough. They saw me, Oak, and they moved, and they blocked the door, but I could hear your voice. I could hear you. So close. I knew I could fly past him. All I could think was that I was ready to die trying. I didn't actually feel the blade bite into me until I was already past him and holding you, Oak. And by then, it almost didn't matter how fast I was dying. I'm still glad Maggie saved me.		The closer I got to your room, the more I just wanted this all to be over. I tried so hard, I wasn't sneaky enough. They saw me, Oak, and they moved, and they blocked the door, but I could hear your voice. I could hear you. So close. I knew I could fly past him. All I could think was that I was ready to die trying. I didn't actually feel the blade bite into me until I was already past him and holding you, Oak. And by then, it almost didn't matter how fast I was dying. I'm still glad Maggie saved me.

			====Midday====
			I don't think I've let you go since I found you. The guard who struck me feels so terrible. But he didn't know. How could he? His mind was poisoned, shaded by magic, something. It's not his fault. But it's nice that he wants to protect me now. No one has ever done that before. And this land...I always wanted a home, but I never dreamed a place could be part of me like this. Part of us. I couldn't have this without you, Oak.

	====Afternoon====		====Afternoon====
	I ~~don't~~ think I'~~ve let you go since I found you. The guard who struck me feels~~ so ~~terrible. But he didn~~'~~t know~~. ~~How could he? His mind was poisoned~~, ~~shaded by magic, something. It~~'s not ~~his fault~~. ~~But it~~'s ~~nice that he wants to protect me now~~. ~~No one has ever done that before. And~~ this ~~land~~...I ~~always wanted~~ a ~~home, but I never dreamed~~ a ~~place could be part of me like this~~. ~~Part of us. I couldn't have this without you, Oak~~.		There it is. A white stone palace, set into a mountainside. The marble palace. My half of home. Did you know Queens were supposed to make speeches? I think I forgot about that. I'm so used to being scared now, it's normal. No, it's not normal. It's just constant. But with you here, Oak, in this place...I think I can do anything. Even make a commanding address to a courtyard filled with winter fae. Never in my wildest dreams.

	====Evening====		====Evening====
	~~There~~ it is. ~~A white stone palace, set into~~ a ~~mountainside~~. ~~The marble~~ palace. ~~My half of home~~. ~~Did you know Queens were supposed to make speeches?~~ I ~~think~~ I ~~forgot about that~~. I'm so ~~used to being scared now~~, it'~~s normal~~. No, ~~it's~~ not ~~normal~~. It'~~s just constant~~. ~~But with~~ you ~~here~~, ~~Oak, in this place~~...I ~~think~~ I ~~can do anything~~. ~~Even make~~ a ~~commanding address to~~ a ~~courtyard filled with winter fae~~. ~~Never~~ in my ~~wildest dreams~~.		I need to see this place with my own eyes. It's one thing to be able to...feel it. But I want to see it and live it and hear it and smell it and really know what it is. I need to sit on a street corner and see what life here is like. Talking to important people in the palace is all well and good. But I need to know MY people. And I am not palace people. I am not court people. I am street people.

			===Friday December 23, 48670===
			Oak, you are amazing. You've been hidden away for so long, in a tiny space. I don't know how you managed. And here you are, brilliant and regal and holding me together. They would not look up to me like that, these summer fae. I don't know what crazy entity decided we could do this, but whatever it is, it was right about one thing -- we need each other. Deeply and absolutely. I love you, sis. You are amazing.

			====Afternoon====
			I just realized I got up and gave speeches to all of faerie while still covered in my own dried blood. I guess it does present a certain image. I was not looking forward to bath time. I was sure a sword like that would leave a mark. Between the unnatural sharpness and the burn of cold iron, how could it not? But this time, it's the price I paid to hug my sister for the first time in my life. And it was worth it. And every time I see that mark, it will remind me that I am half the Queen of Faerie, and I have the greatest other half in all of creation. That's a mark I am proud to wear.

Ratri: /* Tuesday December 20, 48670 */

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Tuesday December 20, 48670

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	===Tuesday December 20, 48670===		===Tuesday December 20, 48670===
	There it is. The Faerielands. The beach is a rainbow and the sky is glowing. The colors are all turned up and the light is beautiful and the jungle is amazing and I feel grayer than I've ever felt before in my whole life. You're so beautiful, Oak. I can't imagine you thinking that about me. Somehow I also can't imagine you not. I'm almost there, Oak.		There it is. The Faerielands. The beach is a rainbow and the sky is glowing. The colors are all turned up and the light is beautiful and the jungle is amazing and I feel grayer than I've ever felt before in my whole life. You're so beautiful, Oak. I can't imagine you thinking that about me. Somehow I also can't imagine you not. I'm almost there, Oak.

			====Midnight====
			Oh, Maggie. It's worse than a bit of elemental void, it's some kind of intelligent parasite. What did we let happen to you. And Manny flew into a rage like I've never seen, continuing to fight against us even after all the monsters were gone.

			===Wednesday December 21, 48670===
			I met the summer fae army today. I think I made them angry. The Mudflower lady leading them was mean and spiteful and doesn't listen. But I'm not backing down. I'm doing whatever it takes to find you, Oak. The Gods protect me, lest I die trying.

			I also met someone nice. Shade Carrot Breath, former Royal Archivist. He...said he met you. I mean he said a lot of things and they're all very important and all I can think right now is, he met you. And you're a bit...pixie. Sis, what are you trying to do?

			===Thursday December 22, 48670===
			This might take a few pages.

			The closer I got to your room, the more I just wanted this all to be over. I tried so hard, I wasn't sneaky enough. They saw me, Oak, and they moved, and they blocked the door, but I could hear your voice. I could hear you. So close. I knew I could fly past him. All I could think was that I was ready to die trying. I didn't actually feel the blade bite into me until I was already past him and holding you, Oak. And by then, it almost didn't matter how fast I was dying. I'm still glad Maggie saved me.

			====Afternoon====
			I don't think I've let you go since I found you. The guard who struck me feels so terrible. But he didn't know. How could he? His mind was poisoned, shaded by magic, something. It's not his fault. But it's nice that he wants to protect me now. No one has ever done that before. And this land...I always wanted a home, but I never dreamed a place could be part of me like this. Part of us. I couldn't have this without you, Oak.

			====Evening====
			There it is. A white stone palace, set into a mountainside. The marble palace. My half of home. Did you know Queens were supposed to make speeches? I think I forgot about that. I'm so used to being scared now, it's normal. No, it's not normal. It's just constant. But with you here, Oak, in this place...I think I can do anything. Even make a commanding address to a courtyard filled with winter fae. Never in my wildest dreams.

Ratri: /* Wednesday December 7, 48670 */

2016-08-28T14:14:30Z

Wednesday December 7, 48670

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	Also, I saw the Summer Lady. I guess the group talked to her, and she said something terrible about Mara. Rin was so upset about it. And Mara said some strange things, and got another headache, and I'm worried about Mara. All I do is worry, Oak. Is that really what it's like to have friends?		Also, I saw the Summer Lady. I guess the group talked to her, and she said something terrible about Mara. Rin was so upset about it. And Mara said some strange things, and got another headache, and I'm worried about Mara. All I do is worry, Oak. Is that really what it's like to have friends?

			===Thursday December 8, 48670===
			Lir found something out about those titles Ghada gave us. Apparently, they appear in some kind of prophecy, which says we will cause a terrible cataclysmic event. Then again, prophecies usually say what the reader wants them to. Though it's already pretty clear we're playing some part in a major event. Oak, please help me make the right choices. I'm still learning. I don't know how to do this yet. I really don't want to get this wrong.

			===Friday December 9, 48670===
			In the middle of the night, Oak called me. I don't know how, and she said it was giving her a headache, but somehow, she actually called me. She seems to know about the same prophecy, and she's in the faerie lands, and a lot of people don't want us to go there, but some do. She wants to see me, she wants to meet me, but...she said anyone from the army or the government won't want us there and will make us leave. It sounded even worse than here. We already can't talk to the Summer Lady. I really wanted to see the Ent King. I really wanted to see home. I really wanted to see my sister.

			===Monday December 12, 48670===
			I'm on my way, Oak. I promise, I'll find you.

			===Tuesday December 20, 48670===
			There it is. The Faerielands. The beach is a rainbow and the sky is glowing. The colors are all turned up and the light is beautiful and the jungle is amazing and I feel grayer than I've ever felt before in my whole life. You're so beautiful, Oak. I can't imagine you thinking that about me. Somehow I also can't imagine you not. I'm almost there, Oak.

Ratri: /* Saturday November 26, 48670 */

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Saturday November 26, 48670

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	I'm worried about Mara. These headaches she gets -- I don't think they're normal. I think something's wrong. She gets them when she thinks to hard or talks about things she shouldn't know. I'm afraid if I ask her about them, it will hurt her even more. She has taken such good care of me. I should figure out how to help her.		I'm worried about Mara. These headaches she gets -- I don't think they're normal. I think something's wrong. She gets them when she thinks to hard or talks about things she shouldn't know. I'm afraid if I ask her about them, it will hurt her even more. She has taken such good care of me. I should figure out how to help her.

			===Sunday November 27, 48670===
			I found somewhere to set up and throw runes today. I get so wrapped up in all these crazy things we are doing, I forget how much I need those small, familiar things. Do you have something like that, Oak? It's almost like being able to go to a safe place and wrap yourself up in a blanket that smells like home, even when you're half a world away. Or at least, what I imagine home would smell like, I guess.

	===Sunday December 4, 48670===		===Sunday December 4, 48670===

Ratri: /* Saturday November 26, 48670 */

2016-08-28T13:53:38Z

Saturday November 26, 48670

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	===Saturday November 26, 48670===		===Saturday November 26, 48670===
	Well, against the advice of the Dwarven senate, we met the Heart of Stone. It actually spoke to us, and answered our questions, more or less. Its voice almost killed us. Almost.		Well, against the advice of the Dwarven senate, we met the Heart of Stone. It actually spoke to us, and answered our questions, more or less. Its voice almost killed us. Almost. Good thing I brought protection.

	I'm worried about Mara. These headaches she gets -- I don't think they're normal. I think something's wrong. She gets them when she thinks to hard or talks about things she shouldn't know. I'm afraid if I ask her about them, it will hurt her even more. She has taken such good care of me. I should figure out how to help her.		I'm worried about Mara. These headaches she gets -- I don't think they're normal. I think something's wrong. She gets them when she thinks to hard or talks about things she shouldn't know. I'm afraid if I ask her about them, it will hurt her even more. She has taken such good care of me. I should figure out how to help her.

			===Sunday December 4, 48670===
			We got to the elflands today. I met a nice person. Her name is Rin. She reminded me of all the things I actually miss about living in the woods -- my woods, that I know like the back of my hand. I miss the wind in the leaves. I miss feeling the suns come up every morning and set every night. I miss watching the moons when I wake up in the wee hours of morning. I miss the snakes and the beetles and the lizards I used to greet every day. I guess I can see why they don't want to hurt anything here. I just really hope I don't meet any elven bunnies.

			===Wednesday December 7, 48670===
			I'm...worried about Maggie. She's having nightmares. We tried to talk about what being "void-touched" means, but there's just only so much we know. We're already finding the oldest beings in the realm and asking them crazy questions. With so many big things going on, are we going to be able to help Maggie too?

			Also, I saw the Summer Lady. I guess the group talked to her, and she said something terrible about Mara. Rin was so upset about it. And Mara said some strange things, and got another headache, and I'm worried about Mara. All I do is worry, Oak. Is that really what it's like to have friends?

Ratri: /* Saturday November 26, 48670 */

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Saturday November 26, 48670

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	===Saturday November 26, 48670===		===Saturday November 26, 48670===
	Well, against the advice of the Dwarven senate, we met the Heart of Stone.		Well, against the advice of the Dwarven senate, we met the Heart of Stone. It actually spoke to us, and answered our questions, more or less. Its voice almost killed us. Almost.

			I'm worried about Mara. These headaches she gets -- I don't think they're normal. I think something's wrong. She gets them when she thinks to hard or talks about things she shouldn't know. I'm afraid if I ask her about them, it will hurt her even more. She has taken such good care of me. I should figure out how to help her.

Ratri: /* Sunday November 20, 48670 */

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Sunday November 20, 48670

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	Something terrible is happening to the frost elves. I think maybe it has been for a long time, but something we did, or said, or something about us being here, has sped it up. She was crying, Oak. The tears of an entire race of people across hundreds or thousands of millennia. No one should have to carry so much.		Something terrible is happening to the frost elves. I think maybe it has been for a long time, but something we did, or said, or something about us being here, has sped it up. She was crying, Oak. The tears of an entire race of people across hundreds or thousands of millennia. No one should have to carry so much.

			===Saturday November 26, 48670===
			Well, against the advice of the Dwarven senate, we met the Heart of Stone.

Ratri: /* Saturday November 12, 48670 */

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Saturday November 12, 48670

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	Today we met the Snow Queen. I can't even imagine how old she is. How does she even process so much time? Is what's going on with the gods and the Void and all these things so incredibly world-altering, it disturbs even her?		Today we met the Snow Queen. I can't even imagine how old she is. How does she even process so much time? Is what's going on with the gods and the Void and all these things so incredibly world-altering, it disturbs even her?

			===Friday November 18, 48670===
			I'm trying, Oak, but I slip more often than not. My first instinct was to assume it was a trap. The hunting party seemed nice, the mastodons were easy enough to handle. But no one warned us there was a chance of Remorhaz ambushing us after. It ate Manny. It killed my friend. Of course I thought it was a trap. I tried to think what you would do. So I looked. I just looked. Just in case. And there they were, two other teams of frost elves with similar ambushes.

			I was angry. I saw frost worms. I set them on fire. I'm trying, Oak, but sometimes I slip. Sometimes I do things for the wrong reason, even if they turn out right.

			===Saturday November 19, 48670===
			I don't know what the Snow Queen did or why, but Manny is alive again. He has crazy frost elf eyes, but he's alive again. I don't understand how I feel. Is he still the same person? He seems to be. I'm so relieved, but I'm still scared. I miss you.

			===Sunday November 20, 48670===
			We spoke with the Snow Queen a second time. She gave us the item we needed, she told us what she could about the Void. She confirmed that we are going to be much more involved with the Song and the Silence than I ever wanted to be. It's all so big, Oak. I have to talk to three more of these ancient beings? I have to hunt down beings of such power they could squish me with their thumb? What could we possibly do to help the Song of Creation?

			Something terrible is happening to the frost elves. I think maybe it has been for a long time, but something we did, or said, or something about us being here, has sped it up. She was crying, Oak. The tears of an entire race of people across hundreds or thousands of millennia. No one should have to carry so much.

Ratri: /* Wednesday November 9, 48670 */

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Wednesday November 9, 48670

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	Oak, I was afraid to say it, but we're going to try to come to Faerie too. If we made it here...there's a chance we really can make it there. I don't know if it's going to be home for me. I'm scared it will be. I'm scared it won't be. I just don't know.		Oak, I was afraid to say it, but we're going to try to come to Faerie too. If we made it here...there's a chance we really can make it there. I don't know if it's going to be home for me. I'm scared it will be. I'm scared it won't be. I just don't know.

			===Saturday November 12, 48670===
			Today we met the Snow Queen. I can't even imagine how old she is. How does she even process so much time? Is what's going on with the gods and the Void and all these things so incredibly world-altering, it disturbs even her?