ROLEPLAY

Prima, Medis 14, 4th AC 2617

The days pass and look alike, the road too. The summer heat makes the trip more difficult, but our mektoubs hold up. No matter, the New Lands seem already far behind us. Azazor already looks quite tense and worried, yet the road we are on is still relatively safe. I wonder how he will react later.
I keep thinking about all the people I left behind. The Drakanis, at first. I hope nothing will happen to them, considering the bunch of brainless degenerates lurking around. I hope the Zorai-goos will stay away from them, but I don't have much hope, these Trykers are very good at getting into each trouble surging in the New Lands. I'm thinking about Wixarika, too. I know she'll take care of my little monster just fine. I would have made a pathetic mother anyway, what's the point in attempting? I also know she won't have an easy task for waking up the patriots and shaking the Empire. Still, I hope the Empire will rise again and regain its greatness, some day. A strange voice echoes in my head when thinking of this... "you might as well piss in a strammel."

Azazor spotted this black mark in my hand, which has spread a bit, but strangely doesn't hurt anymore. I don't know if it will disappear or keep spreading. I vaguely replied to his comment about it, telling him that I'd had that mark for ages, and that it was now just a spot of color. Damn Matissa, I can't write that enough. I hope Mazé'Yum will take good care of gooifying her pure, white pretty skin.
I'll sure have to tell Azazor some things. There's no point in hiding everything from him now. He has no choice but to accept what I have become and what he doesn't know. But still, I'm afraid to come to that moment, afraid of this confrontation. But still, I'm afraid to come to this moment, afraid of this confrontation. It will happen soon enough, I pray that it will be as late as possible.

Enough of writing for today. I mustn't turn this research log into an outpouring of moods. Doesn't bode well... At the same time, for now, there is not much to observe, except that Azazor is snoring so loud a madakam would enamor.