Entry 0396
DAMP dark KORVA spores DIRT echo STOMP moss HAND decay SHINY roots LOUD crumb MOLD soft WHISPERS undercommon SQUISH
- Shroomish
Entry 0002
Azura says I need to "process my emotions" through writing. Fine. Here is the process: The merchant in the last village was a cheat. I told him his face looked like a dried-out puffball mushroom (no offense to Shroomish, who is currently sleeping on my shoulder).
- Korva
Entry 0114
The merchant in the village was... challenged by our presence. Korva’s comparison of his face to a puffball was, as usual, tactless, but I suppose her honesty is its own kind of prayer. I’ve noticed her temper spikes when she feels we aren’t moving fast enough. I must remember to pack more dried berries; she is significantly more brash when her stomach is empty. I spent the morning repairing the hem of Mouse’s new equestrian trousers. She looks so much like a little noble now, it’s almost easy to forget she grew up on the streets. I hope she knows she doesn't need the gold to be worthy of the light.
- Azura
Entry 0068
The air here is 60% humidity. Not ideal for the bellows, but Shroomish seems to be thriving, which keeps Korva from pacing, so I’ll take the trade-off. Nyx asked me about "proper smithing etiquette" today. I told her etiquette doesn't keep a blade from snapping in a cold snap. She didn't like that. She has the posture of a queen and the callouses of a toddler. I’ll need to forge her something sturdier before she breaks a wrist.
- Moira
Entry 0035
One must maintain one's standards, even when the "road" is little more than a collection of glorified puddles. Mother always said that a Tiefling of our standing carries the reputation of the entire House on her shoulders—I find this difficult to do when the rest of the world does not follow the same dining etiquette as the Southern Duchies. For example, Korva does not use a salad fork. In fact, she does not use a fork at all. I attempted to offer her mine, but she made a sound like a badger and retreated into a bush. I shall mark this as "Cultural Difference."
- Nyx
Entry 0009
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- Mouse
Entry 0042
Saw ground-striders today. Big. Slow. Heavy boots—thump, thump, thump. Noisy like falling shale. One small one, Mouse. She’s okay. Quiet. Moves like a lizard, but head is stone-blind. They walk in circles. Beetle-brains. I drop down. "Hey! Path is there! Stop walking off cliffs!" They give me big blanket. Heavy. Wet-trapper. I say, "No! Too much weight! Why carry house on back? Just move!" I take three apricots. One silver ring. Ring is good. Light. Shiny. Clinks when I run. Wind is high. Akadi is calling. Ears go ching-ching-ching. Message must go! Need outpost by sun-up. Stop talking. Start running.
- Nin
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