Day four aboard the ship. I had always imagined boats as very comfortable, hearing stories of the gentle rocking and lapping of the waves. These tales are entirely false. My stomach hasn't settled since we set foot on this damned thing, and I foresee a very dark journey ahead of us.
I pray to the stars that I survive this damned trip. That's all I care about right now.
Off to the side of the boat again--seeing the sky and feeling the wind makes me feel a bit less sick. Mustn't keep Jovvi waiting--she has been very kind these last few days, always willing to support and comfort me.
The half-elf friend of Renn's is still around--I saw him yesterday. It breaks my heart to see his hair; it reminds me so much of Caolte. A very handsome fellow. Not that it matters. Not really. But I would never have imagined how my heart would ache for touch, for fire in someone's eyes, after only a few months since the last time I saw Caolte.
Posted by niamh_nightwind at March 30, 2003 12:53 PM