I - Observations
[Ashe's handwriting isn't as neat as one might perhaps expect - but then, working with the Resistance didn't leave much time to keep up with her penmanship.]
So, I've reached Soeldei at last. The city of new beginnings... Perhaps there can be one even for me.
I'm staying in a hostel in Psilos district - Chairetizo, I believe it's called. The owner, Polyxene, is very kind. In fact she reminds me of Penelo quite a lot. I suppose she sees a lot of those of us who are unfamiliar with the city.
I've never seen a gem like the one in the cover of this journal before. It's almost like some sort of magicite, but there's something... different about it. They don't seem to use magicite for anything else, either... They generate some sort of power to keep lights lit from the motion of the wind and tide... It's an interesting possibility.
The people here remind me somewhat of the Bhujerbans. Their speech is different, but there's something in the tone that's still the same. I suppose the similarity in appearance might have something to do with it as well. They worship the sun... I suppose it makes sense, in a place like this. Or anywhere, really; the sun at least is constant. More than one can say for some gods.
The city itself looks a bit like the pictures of Rozarrian architecture I've seen. It's quite pretty, really; very open. The names seem to be like that, too... It's a bit surprising, finding something so familiar.
{Private}
I mustn't let anyone here find out about Ultima. If they knew...
What I'll do if she breaks through I've no idea. I hate feeling like this... powerless...
{Public}
I suppose disconnected observations like this don't make for much of a journal. I'll write more later.
Ashelia
So, I've reached Soeldei at last. The city of new beginnings... Perhaps there can be one even for me.
I'm staying in a hostel in Psilos district - Chairetizo, I believe it's called. The owner, Polyxene, is very kind. In fact she reminds me of Penelo quite a lot. I suppose she sees a lot of those of us who are unfamiliar with the city.
I've never seen a gem like the one in the cover of this journal before. It's almost like some sort of magicite, but there's something... different about it. They don't seem to use magicite for anything else, either... They generate some sort of power to keep lights lit from the motion of the wind and tide... It's an interesting possibility.
The people here remind me somewhat of the Bhujerbans. Their speech is different, but there's something in the tone that's still the same. I suppose the similarity in appearance might have something to do with it as well. They worship the sun... I suppose it makes sense, in a place like this. Or anywhere, really; the sun at least is constant. More than one can say for some gods.
The city itself looks a bit like the pictures of Rozarrian architecture I've seen. It's quite pretty, really; very open. The names seem to be like that, too... It's a bit surprising, finding something so familiar.
{Private}
I mustn't let anyone here find out about Ultima. If they knew...
What I'll do if she breaks through I've no idea. I hate feeling like this... powerless...
{Public}
I suppose disconnected observations like this don't make for much of a journal. I'll write more later.
Ashelia