such a perfect day, you just keep me hanging on (you're going to reap just what you sow)
Friday, October 2nd, early evening
It's October; I am not sure quite how that happened. It is a mild air today, but there is something unmistakable in the air. Fall is coming; the leaves are beginning to change, and the sky has that particular autumn shade of blue. I like this time of year; the harvest is coming in, apples are ripe, it's not too cold yet. A season for reaping, for gathering, for making preserves and laying down supplies for the cold months ahead.
I feel that we're laying down stock in more than just food and fuel now, too. I am feeling more optimistic lately than I have done in weeks. Our first meeting into researching the gods went well, and we've now settled that we are to meet every Monday in the late afternoon, and that makes me feel encouraged. Ella and I had a good conversation on Sunday, and I think she might be beginning to believe me about what's going on in town... And I hope perhaps we are beginning to be friends. Edmund won his seat on the council, which is just wonderful, and the harvest festival party went very well and raised lots of money for the poorer families in our community. The church has already begun to distribute some of it. I know, because they bought some cloth from me to give out to make into winter clothing. All in all, things feel very positive in town lately, and that makes me happy. This is why Excolo is worth fighting for. Our people have good hearts. It's easy to forget that when a powerful few make life hard for the rest of us, but mostly I think we are decent folk.
There are a couple of sadder things on my mind, still... Robert Reaves was in here the other day, boasting about how Karina has barely campaigned lately and that perhaps she doesn't care as much as he does. I still have some doubts about Karina, but overall I would rather have her than Mr Reaves. He reminds me too much of - Well. You come to recognise a certain kind of man. It doesn't mean he's a rapist... But I'm not sure he would think taking what he wants no matter the cost as wrong.
I also haven't seen Laurence since the festival. I wish we could go back to being friends, but I am not sure how to do that without making him unhappy. Everything is so awkward. I don't regret our relationship, but I do regret losing him, which is what seems to have happened...
Thinking of that makes me think of Tess, somehow, although I'm not quite sure what the link is. I haven't seen her in some time. I happened to be in the bakery a few days ago, and I noticed that Johnny wasn't there. Edmund's assistant Robert told me that Tess and Johnny had gone back to their farm. I asked if they would be coming back soon. He just shrugged laconically and said who knew what the Thiesses would do? They're a close-lipped lot. It made me feel a bit sad that Tess hadn't said goodbye before she went... Which is silly, really, since we hardly know one another at all, and I'm sure she'll come back. Though the Thiesses can go months without visiting town, and that gives me an odd little pang. I'm sure it's because I'm concerned for Edmund - he's so busy already, what will he do without his new assistant? Though I'm sure plenty of people would want to work for new Councillor White. I smile to myself at that.
I close up the shop and walk across the street to the cafe. I think I will have a coffee and a slice of something seasonal. Tulzcha, of course, has a delicious apple tart. It tastes of fall, all cinnamon warmth, and I smile and sip my coffee.
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It's October; I am not sure quite how that happened. It is a mild air today, but there is something unmistakable in the air. Fall is coming; the leaves are beginning to change, and the sky has that particular autumn shade of blue. I like this time of year; the harvest is coming in, apples are ripe, it's not too cold yet. A season for reaping, for gathering, for making preserves and laying down supplies for the cold months ahead.
I feel that we're laying down stock in more than just food and fuel now, too. I am feeling more optimistic lately than I have done in weeks. Our first meeting into researching the gods went well, and we've now settled that we are to meet every Monday in the late afternoon, and that makes me feel encouraged. Ella and I had a good conversation on Sunday, and I think she might be beginning to believe me about what's going on in town... And I hope perhaps we are beginning to be friends. Edmund won his seat on the council, which is just wonderful, and the harvest festival party went very well and raised lots of money for the poorer families in our community. The church has already begun to distribute some of it. I know, because they bought some cloth from me to give out to make into winter clothing. All in all, things feel very positive in town lately, and that makes me happy. This is why Excolo is worth fighting for. Our people have good hearts. It's easy to forget that when a powerful few make life hard for the rest of us, but mostly I think we are decent folk.
There are a couple of sadder things on my mind, still... Robert Reaves was in here the other day, boasting about how Karina has barely campaigned lately and that perhaps she doesn't care as much as he does. I still have some doubts about Karina, but overall I would rather have her than Mr Reaves. He reminds me too much of - Well. You come to recognise a certain kind of man. It doesn't mean he's a rapist... But I'm not sure he would think taking what he wants no matter the cost as wrong.
I also haven't seen Laurence since the festival. I wish we could go back to being friends, but I am not sure how to do that without making him unhappy. Everything is so awkward. I don't regret our relationship, but I do regret losing him, which is what seems to have happened...
Thinking of that makes me think of Tess, somehow, although I'm not quite sure what the link is. I haven't seen her in some time. I happened to be in the bakery a few days ago, and I noticed that Johnny wasn't there. Edmund's assistant Robert told me that Tess and Johnny had gone back to their farm. I asked if they would be coming back soon. He just shrugged laconically and said who knew what the Thiesses would do? They're a close-lipped lot. It made me feel a bit sad that Tess hadn't said goodbye before she went... Which is silly, really, since we hardly know one another at all, and I'm sure she'll come back. Though the Thiesses can go months without visiting town, and that gives me an odd little pang. I'm sure it's because I'm concerned for Edmund - he's so busy already, what will he do without his new assistant? Though I'm sure plenty of people would want to work for new Councillor White. I smile to myself at that.
I close up the shop and walk across the street to the cafe. I think I will have a coffee and a slice of something seasonal. Tulzcha, of course, has a delicious apple tart. It tastes of fall, all cinnamon warmth, and I smile and sip my coffee.
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