Day 72

Today Tiddol’s group started packing up again. They said they were going to challenge a local dungeon. This one is pretty big so they will be gone for a while, but should return with a lot of loot.

They invited Par to join them, but he rejected saying he couldn’t leave the goblins alone, or they could start killing each other. Based on his tone he was serious too.

I noticed that it hasn’t rained in several days, it looks like it’s almost summer now. I hope the heatwaves aren’t as bad here as they were where I was born, though I somehow doubt I moved that far.

Willow asked me for help with something today. Then she proceeded to drench me in rain before blowing me mostly dry with a strong warm wind. I didn’t particularly mind, though I wish she had told me what she was doing beforehand. Apparently, she was trying to figure out how best to dry something off with her particular brand of magic and got tired of getting wet herself to experiment.

I asked why she didn’t just use clothes to experiment, she responded by going tight-lipped, turning around, and walking away, grabbing a shirt I had hung up to dry after it got soaked. I’m assuming she didn’t think of it.

Tomorrow I promised Willow to help with some other things so I'm going to bed a little early today. Good Night Diary.

Day 73

Today I found Willow at the base of the mountain, asleep. It took me a moment to remember about the Dead Tulip flowers. I grabbed Willow as quickly as I could and started to carry her away, but I moved painfully slowly after picking her up, I'm not exactly very strong. In the end, I managed to get a good enough distance away that we shouldn’t be affected by any more pollen, but not before breathing in more than enough to knock me out. I ended up sleeping from mid-morning to early afternoon, waking up almost on top of a still sleeping willow.

I watched over her, unfortunately, unable to heal her, until she woke up. It was late afternoon, early evening when she finally did, asking what happened. I spent a little while explaining to her what happened, and the first thing she said was ‘let's use that to mess with the big bear’. My immediate response was ‘no, he might actually kill you if you tried that’.

She was more than a little disappointed, but she got over it. We spent most the rest of the day talking. She told about how confusing everything was, and still is, for her. How sometimes she freezes up in terror for a moment before remembering that she isn’t alone. I never noticed that I guess I keep to myself quite a bit when I'm not approached. How she sometimes feels like there was something before all this, but she can’t make out anything other than the edges of a memory.

It made me think about myself a bit. We really don’t have a lot in common, willow and I. yeah we are both sprites and call this place our home, but that's really about it. I was lucky enough to have loving parents, she was born into a world where she’s expected to be able to survive on her own. I was able to gradually learn everything I needed to, or at least a lot of it, over years, while she was expected to do the same in a matter of days. I can’t imagine what that must be like, especially when you can’t comprehend another possibility.

There is not much else I can say, so Good Night Diary.