Topic: Diary Of A Bald, Blue Woman (IC)

Isa Soran · Date: 2009-07-12 14:34 EST

~The Diary of Isa Soran, Scribe of the ancient city of Shavris of Arhkos Minott and the realms of RhyDin ~

Isa Soran · Date: 2009-08-30 11:47 EST

||08 28 09||

The journal lay there for too long gathering dust when Isa sat down at the late hour. Papers were piled about it to the point of overlapping corners of parchment against the leather.

Blue, ink-stained fingers of her empty hand tapped against the table while her other lifted the cup of tea. She was absently careful not to consumed the drifting bits of leaves and other herbs that were floating about in her tea while she drank the liquid.

The cup was set aside as she reached for the journal. A latch of strong, black purple-gold was encrusted with bits of sun-stone; both from her homelands. The hide of leather looked more like a fanciful tome one might find on the shelf of a sorcerer with all of the toolwork of animals and a tripple set of suns at the top, right corner.

She finally opened it to reveal its blank pages and began to write within it of the personal and private, the mundane, and matters that were publically known.

Isa Soran · Date: 2009-10-11 11:49 EST

||10 09 09||

For weeks now, I have not been seen by the local public. For weeks, I have not written in this journal. But there has been reason.

I have been out among the desert tribes! Oh how interesting a lot, or clan, or group of peoples! I cannot, as yet, decide upon a fitting description for such.

All I know is that, for the first time in near a year, I was not cold.
The sun blazes for them almost as hot as my homeland's. Their women are graceful and strong, the men are zealous and boastful but all the stronger than those of my homeland.

I departed them sad that I had to leave, but knowing that I will return again in the next few months. For now, I return home with a mountain of information...and a smile.