You would think an old broad such as myself would have kept a diary for much longer than this. No such luck. However, with the recent events, I've decided to go against the grain.
Despite all the meetings I've had with Boone Clear, the most recent was the most surprising. His company was not Lyanna, as one would expect. It was Stacy fucking Carson. If only that little girl knew what the hell she was getting into. If only she had just said no to his request. Now another has fallen into the fold and there is nothing I can do about it. Sometimes, it is a pain in my ass living the existence that my sisters and I do. I suppose I will keep record starting now. What else does an old woman like me have better to do?
Have you ever just wanted to explode? Not physically unless you are capable of that, but verbally? Just scream and shout and point someone in the right direction and hope that they have at least two brain cells they could rub together and understand the outrageous hint?
That is the summary of my life.
There seems to be some fuckery afoot. Being someone such as I, there is not a damn thing I can do about it.
Lyanna is safe. Vincent is safe and back home. Stacy is safe. Boone is calm. Silver is still a pain in my ass. But it appears someone else is pining for that position. I wonder how long this Caspian fellow is going to last among them. It's not exactly a question I seek an answer to. Considering how Cyra has been reacting, I doubt it will be much longer. I am sure I will be entertained just watching. I do find it funny though, Boone's lack of reaction to the intrusive pest. This is going to be fun. Well, as long as they keep it out of my fucking tavern.
Heims 23rd, 10,016
My heart still aches. Thus is the life of a human, right? Who the hell ever volunteers for this?
I knew things would only get harder for them. This world is full of evil, despite the façade of peace and charity. Who else would watch over them? Who else to record the history for the future generations? Who else to make sure existence continues on? We were mistaken...We had discussed how easy it would be to just watch from afar. We said it would be so simple to keep our nose to the grind and not get involved. How could I? They are like....children to me. These children need more than someone to just watch. But 'just watch' is all we are allowed to do.
I watched time go by. Visitors come and go. Arguments resolve and love blossom. Seasons change and people grow. I mistakenly thought things might calm. How wrong I was. My tavern...the one fucking thing I had that was a constant. Why couldn't she just listen to me? Why could that fucking mutt man listen? Now look at them. Destroyed alongside my home.
Had Barska and Aya and Stacy not come back, I would still be trying to piece the damn thing back together. You know what the worst part is? It's not really the tavern that has my heart and mind captured. The end is coming....will they be ready? Will they live? The only peace I have experienced in the past few days has been the quiet mutterings of dwarves as they argue among themselves. That can't be healthy.
Ignis 13th, 10,017
We have been watching, waiting and contemplating. The pain associated with the knowledge and no way to stop impending doom...I would not wish upon the most evil of souls.
With the hurt expanding through the kingdom, choices have been made for people without so much as a question. Ferren, as he sits upon the seat of a throne, has chosen the side my sisters and I worried he would. It has begun in Eleutheria. So many have lost their lives in the past three months, and there is no way to fix it.
I feel that Lyanna may be hiding something. the small glint of determination behind her eyes have been more than just worried. She disappeared a couple weeks ago only to return with a fire in her heart that I have not seen in years.
Even keeping these writings is near impossible. If only I could write what I know, what I could do, what I could see with eyes that are unseen. What is the use of this ability if we cannot make this world better?