September 26 -- Nightfall
Dear Diary,
Everything I've written lately has been so heavy that I feel like writing something light. SO. Light.
First: VICUS.
Vicus. Vicus is a spider. A glass spider. A few days ago, when I wasn't there to say "THIS IS A VERY BAD IDEA," Aradelle apparently gave Oliver a glass spider. Whose name is Vicus. AND WHO MAKES SQUISHY SOUNDS It HE is more toy than pet, but Oliver still treats it HIM like a retarded puppy, which I guess it HE is. BUT HE STILL HAS EIGHT SPINDLY LEGS AND IT STILL FEELS LIKE DOOM WHEN HE CRAWLS ON YOU He is very friendly.
I do not approve.
Well, I mean
I approve of Oliver having a pet that he can't kill. I approve because Vicus makes him happy and I like Oliver being happy. I don't approve of having to interact with it HIM myself. I don't approve of being painted as the bad guy because I don't want to interact with it HIM. I don't approve of Aradelle giving me hangdog eyes and constantly almost nastily saying that "At least you like him, Mr. Oliver." Light above, it's like I'm avoiding cuddling with a puppy, not AN EIGHT LEGGED MONSTER a spider.
As Dad pointed out when he saw the THING Vicus, phobias are not rational, and in my case, I've found that I just really hate any and all creepy crawly bug things, Wally being the exception because he is my baby and resembles nothing in Silithus, so MAYBE, ARADELLE AND ASSHOLES IN CATHEDRAL SQUARE, I have a RATIONAL EXCUSE FOR DISLIKING creepy crawly disgusting SPIDERS. So you can take your tongue-clucking and CLUCK YOURSELVES.
I am trying, though. I held it HIM in my hands when it HE was turned off and I did not scream and throw it HIM across the Square. And Oliver took it HIM back after a few minutes so I was okay.
Progress.
Yup.
Oliver and I were promoted to Guardians in the White Sigil last night, which means basically that we can go and kick ass at our leisure. I approve. This came around the time we went to Darkshire to answer a call-to-arms at the request of the Borderland Coalition's leader because there was some sort of necromancer something messing with people on the roads. Or something.
So we got there--me on Emrys, because bringing a dragon to an undead fight is fun--and that's when it was the weirdest damn thing. All the help I offered, mostly physical fighting and espionage, was completely ignored by the Borderland Coalition's people. It was as if I wasn't even there. Even when Oliver came and gave them information that could've helped them catch this necromancer, it was like we weren't even there. The only time they seemed to pay attention to people from the Sigil was when we offered them healing. And that's sort of understandable, to an extent, since if I lived in Duskwood, I'd be xenophobic, too.
But it was still kind of strange. How are you supposed to help people who don't even pay attention to you? I feel as if I couldn't have done anything, even if there was anything to do, but when Oliver and I left around midnight, nothing had happened yet, and by this morning, nothing has still happened. So.
Marius came back last night, and apparently is ill today (or so Ziichi writes in the ledger). He's so fragile, like a house of cards or a glass animal. I held him as soon as I saw him, both mentally and physically, and that was enough to send a ripple of discord through him. I wish that I could... I don't know. I wish I could give him something. Some sort of thread of strength. I just don't know how. Every touch seems like it will knock him over, and it breaks my heart.
Then again, I suppose that if I didn't give up living after losing Oliver, I'd be the same way: shattered, broken, and ready to fall to pieces at the slightest puff of wind. I hope that Marius soon learns to live again. Not for my sake or for anyone's but his own.
-S.
Everything I've written lately has been so heavy that I feel like writing something light. SO. Light.
First: VICUS.
Vicus. Vicus is a spider. A glass spider. A few days ago, when I wasn't there to say "THIS IS A VERY BAD IDEA," Aradelle apparently gave Oliver a glass spider. Whose name is Vicus. AND WHO MAKES SQUISHY SOUNDS It HE is more toy than pet, but Oliver still treats it HIM like a retarded puppy, which I guess it HE is. BUT HE STILL HAS EIGHT SPINDLY LEGS AND IT STILL FEELS LIKE DOOM WHEN HE CRAWLS ON YOU He is very friendly.
I do not approve.
Well, I mean
I approve of Oliver having a pet that he can't kill. I approve because Vicus makes him happy and I like Oliver being happy. I don't approve of having to interact with it HIM myself. I don't approve of being painted as the bad guy because I don't want to interact with it HIM. I don't approve of Aradelle giving me hangdog eyes and constantly almost nastily saying that "At least you like him, Mr. Oliver." Light above, it's like I'm avoiding cuddling with a puppy, not AN EIGHT LEGGED MONSTER a spider.
As Dad pointed out when he saw the THING Vicus, phobias are not rational, and in my case, I've found that I just really hate any and all creepy crawly bug things, Wally being the exception because he is my baby and resembles nothing in Silithus, so MAYBE, ARADELLE AND ASSHOLES IN CATHEDRAL SQUARE, I have a RATIONAL EXCUSE FOR DISLIKING creepy crawly disgusting SPIDERS. So you can take your tongue-clucking and CLUCK YOURSELVES.
I am trying, though. I held it HIM in my hands when it HE was turned off and I did not scream and throw it HIM across the Square. And Oliver took it HIM back after a few minutes so I was okay.
Progress.
Yup.
Oliver and I were promoted to Guardians in the White Sigil last night, which means basically that we can go and kick ass at our leisure. I approve. This came around the time we went to Darkshire to answer a call-to-arms at the request of the Borderland Coalition's leader because there was some sort of necromancer something messing with people on the roads. Or something.
So we got there--me on Emrys, because bringing a dragon to an undead fight is fun--and that's when it was the weirdest damn thing. All the help I offered, mostly physical fighting and espionage, was completely ignored by the Borderland Coalition's people. It was as if I wasn't even there. Even when Oliver came and gave them information that could've helped them catch this necromancer, it was like we weren't even there. The only time they seemed to pay attention to people from the Sigil was when we offered them healing. And that's sort of understandable, to an extent, since if I lived in Duskwood, I'd be xenophobic, too.
But it was still kind of strange. How are you supposed to help people who don't even pay attention to you? I feel as if I couldn't have done anything, even if there was anything to do, but when Oliver and I left around midnight, nothing had happened yet, and by this morning, nothing has still happened. So.
Marius came back last night, and apparently is ill today (or so Ziichi writes in the ledger). He's so fragile, like a house of cards or a glass animal. I held him as soon as I saw him, both mentally and physically, and that was enough to send a ripple of discord through him. I wish that I could... I don't know. I wish I could give him something. Some sort of thread of strength. I just don't know how. Every touch seems like it will knock him over, and it breaks my heart.
Then again, I suppose that if I didn't give up living after losing Oliver, I'd be the same way: shattered, broken, and ready to fall to pieces at the slightest puff of wind. I hope that Marius soon learns to live again. Not for my sake or for anyone's but his own.
-S.