3. Diary of a Fuzzy Sorceress

Diary of a Fuzzy Sorceress


  • Entry 120
    _I headed to Peltarch to see about buying some outfits to wear through the pregnancy. Lorie and I have many tight fitting outfits that aren't fitting now. I was also hoping to run into Eluriel, since she was wanting to talk.

    Neither happened. The city is in a panic. Riots in the streets, people trying to flee. All because of an announcement of danger from Ronan. I guess he felt the need to warn the populace of the oncoming threat of "misfortune."

    Rith had me book immediate passage back to Norwick. We don't want to put the child in danger. Not just from whatever is behind the threat, but by the rioters.

    Lorelai's a bit upset by it. She knows she has to take it easy, but she was getting quite involved before the pregnancy. It irks her that she won't be at her friends' side to help them. We'll do what we can, though. Perhaps get Aelthas and Lycka's children down to the den for safety. Maybe hunt some food for the town for when the refugees come in. And most of all… pray for our friends to overcome this threat._


  • Entry 119

    I missed Fight Night. Damn nausea.

    In lieu of Fight Night, I ended up spending a quiet evening with Troff. He's still trying to come to terms with getting over Adriell. He still loves her. I know exactly how he feels on that, having lived it myself. Granted, that feels like so long ago now that I have Jerrick, a child on the way, and a marriage sometime on the horizon.

    Troff's problems are more than just he and Adriell, however. He's quite worried that people don't want to be with him, especially Fadia and Rith. I don't think there's any intentional shunning. We've just been so involved with this "Banish Misfortune" problem. And the information on it is being kept closely guarded. We only want those that everybody trusts to know about it (which has made life way too complicated for me, to be honest). So when we run off just ourselves to talk about it, people like Troff feel like we are pushing them away.

    I tried to explain that and gave Troff my assurance that Rith and Fadia having mentioned anything against him. Still, I don't think my words helped as much as I wish they did.

    On a happier note from Troff, he told me not to get a crib. He is going to give us a crib as an early wedding present. I really do appreciate the gift. It's one less thing I have to worry about!

    I wish the night was completely without worry. I overheard Fadia talking to Eluriel and Sy'wyn. The Order is planning not to simply bar Jerrick from all their properties, but anybody connected to the Circle. The basis for the decision is because there are druids who serve the Furies.

    I'm upset, though I kept a smile on my face while talking to Troff. It's as if none of the good I do means a thing to them. The trust and kinship Rith has placed in me Is nothing to them.

    I hate fanaticism.


  • Entry 118
    _Lorelai and I both easily agree on one thing. Morning sickness sucks. Fadia's ginger cookies have helped some. Even so, we really don't like the nausea. It's also making it difficult when we try "switching". The disorientation from the switch bring up the nausea all over again.

    It'll pass, I hope.

    Marriage for Lorelai, huh? I'm beyond the point of reflecting on the strangeness of our situation. So I'll be happy for her. I wonder if she'll actually get her wedding. Andu and I always meant to have a nice official wedding, but it never happened._


  • Entry 116

    I feel so giddy, especially now that it's sinking in.

    Jerrick gave me his little surprise. He took me into the Rawlinswood, past my home and up some cliffs. After some careful climbing, we found ourselves in a wonderful forest. Everything felt so peaceful and quiet. No goblins running about. Just trees, grass, brooks, and ourselves. He showed me a willow tree, which he often sits at here to get away from the stresses that may bother him.

    It was there, under the willow tree, surrounded by beautiful woods that he offered up a lovely ring and asked me to marry him.

    I'm going to be getting married!!


  • Entry 115

    I got my wish and talked to Arthro. He stopped by to talk to Jerrick. I, Lorelai, do not remember our world's Arthro. Tindra would. I let her know about this new one and she was very edgy. I think she believes me when I say he's different.

    Arthro follows Gwaeron instead of Malar. We told him about our world's Arthro. He shared with us the fates of his world's Tindra and Fadia, so I thought it was only fair that he knew the fate of his alternate. It was an interesting comparison. Where his story differs from this world's Arthro is that in the initial attack on Fadia, Arthro was caught and had his faith tested and he came to the conclusion that it was without meaning to hunt for no purpose. Thus, he changed faiths.

    It's interesting how one little detail can so radically change a person's life.

    My alternate's fate? Death by torture at the hand of the evil alternate Eluriel. From the sounds of it, it was very gruesome and there wasn't enough left to resurrect.

    I appreciate living.

    Still, Jerrick was a bit wary. Arthro could still be lying. He took him before the druids and had Arthro put his hand on the ritual stone in the center of our circle and profess to the gods who his faith belongs to. The idea was that if he was lying, surely he would be struck down as an imposter by Gwaeron. Perhaps Malar would too. Or both. Arthro was telling the truth though, as evidenced by the gods granting a sign of acceptance. Jerrick decided to take things a bit further and call on the druid elders to swear before the gods their dedication to the balance of nature above their own ambitions. All agreed save one, Lonetree. She even walked out. Elder Ronan believes that she is too focused on reclaiming the elven camp. Jerrick's response was to call a vote of no confidence on Lonetree and that he be placed back as a voting Elder in her place.

    He also thinks we need an archdruid again. Most of the elders seem to be open to the idea. If it does happen, it'll likely be Elder Rainhammer. Honestly, I think I could agree with that. He's been a fair and level-headed person by all I've seen.

    Afterward, Jerrick and I got to sit down for a nice dinner by ourselves without interruption. Amazing, eh? He still wants to take me somewhere, too. I look forward to whatever surprise he is working on.

    Side note: Tindra claiming to be an "alternate" of ourselves? That is tempting. We'd need to come up with some convincing details though.


  • Entry 114
    _Lorelai says I can use this diary if I want, so I think I will. It looks like we ran out of the purple ink, but I found this vial of lovely rosey ink. Tojan instantly recognized the color and exclaimed proudly that she made it for Rith and Lorelai. I have to say, my pixie picked a pretty color.

    I'm slowly starting to get a feel for things, though I keep getting lost when people start discussing this "alternate world" problem that's going on. Of course, I haven't been here from the start. Sure, I've read Lorelai's notes in this diary and have asked her about it. I've even read a letter that a woman named Val sent that recounts what has happened and tries to make sense of it all. It's painfully confusing. I think I'll leave it to Lorelai.

    I've enjoyed some time with Fadia, Rith, Lune, and Thorn. They do help make me feel comfortable. And I saw Aelthas a while back, with his wife Lycka. Also met that Ronan fellow. I'm rather impressed at how skilled of a spellcaster he is.

    I should try to meet other people soon. It's not good to keep to myself. But the problem is that I won't know people who will think they know me.

    I wonder… Maybe I could try to pass myself off as an "alternate"?_


  • Entry 113

    By Selûne, has it been getting crazy. I don't mean Tindra and I, I mean the "past" that keeps swallowing up people for a time or spitting others out. It just gets stranger and stranger. It's not exactly our "past". Things differ. People differ. I ended up fighting a corrupted form of Lady Daisy in the Temple of Tyr. People from that alternate timeline have claimed that Eluriel was the traitor, not Kara like in our timeline. Arthro even has been seen, but not a Malarite as we knew him.

    It's the visitors to our timeline that worry me. Eluriel's been attacked multiple times. The visitors don't seem to be as willing to believe they are somewhere else. What could prove it? I'll have to think on that. Wonder if I could try talking to this alternate "Arthro". It seemed like he was level-headed by what I was told.

    But is this alternate realm "real" or just illusion?

    Maybe I shouldn't try to worry about it too much. I need to take it easy. Don't want to risk harm to the child.

    Rith has honored me beyond any words of gratitude I could ever say. She gave me a painting of the two of us, painted by herself with some help from a friend. It's beautiful and, most importantly, meaningful. The two of us side by side, with the sun and moon merged behind us in the background. "The Astral Twins." I love the inscription on the plaque as well.

    And then she also gave me a beautiful music box, an angel with crystals. It plays a lovely lullubye. It looks like Val made it for her, I'll have to thank her also. Rith meant to give it to Jerrick and I after the child was born, but I got her too mushy last night.

    My pregnancy has been hard on Rith a bit. Oh, she's happy for me and looks forward to being a wonderful aunt. But it's just another reminder that she cannot have children herself. I've at least made her feel better. I wish I could do more.


  • Entry 112
    _This was quite a read. I think I do feel better having read it too. It eased any lingering fears I had about Lorelai. She has shown herself to be a good person. I don't think people like Rith would be her friend otherwise.

    Rith. She seems to be an interesting subject. I like her so far. A nice person, considerate of others. In many ways, she seems so very different from Lorelai and I that I wonder how the two became such close friends. The diary did illuminate the answers to that question, I think. Under the differences, there are similarities that bring the two together. I don't mean physical (though I am quite amazed at how similar our faces are). I talk of the desire to belong, the need to do good in the world, the shadows of our past that haunt… I'm not sure if I will share the same bond with Rith as my counterpart does, but I do think I am happy to count her as a friend.

    I am amazed at the present she has for Lorelai. Or "Lorie" as she's known to her friends. I'm not going to write down here what it is. Trust me Lorie, it's best as a surprise._


  • ((OOC: From this point forward, normal font is Lorelai's handwriting, and italics is Tindra's handwriting.))

    Entry 111
    _I've read half this journal so far. It's… wow. Her emotions are so strong and fierce. I'm not saying I'm a cold fish by any means, just that she seems to let her emotions pull her harder than I let mine.

    I wonder about this Feather. Would I have seen the same things Lorelai saw in her? And Jerrick, by Selûne did she fall hard for him. It reminds me of how Andu and I fell in love. Actually, it's amusing how much Jerrick and Lorelai parallel Andu and I. In both cases, we started off as just friends. Then we both thought the other was lost. And that lose made each of us realize how much we cared.

    The parallel breaks with her denying love at first. But when she finally did, I'm sure their love was as strong as the bond I have with Andu.

    There's interesting stuff in here about her other friends, of course. Aelthas especially interests me. He became a werewolf! He's certainly come a long way. I hope he and I can spend some time together soon.

    I took a break from reading. Lorelai found Andu and let me spend some long overdue time with him. All the changes around me have made me feel so out of place. Andu, however, makes me feel at home. No matter what else has changed, I'm glad to how we feel about each other hasn't.

    Think I'll read more now._


  • Entry 110
    ** The writing on this page appears to have some differences, as if it was written by somebody else. **
    _I've yet to read this diary, even though I promised to. Why do I hesiatate? I guess I'm scared. A little part of me wishes this was another dream to wake up from. I am back to where I belong, yet I don't feel like I belong. How many years have I been trapped by the nightmares? So much has changed.

    Norwick moved north. The druids moved west and merged with a shadow circle. Jiyyd is a fiend filled wasteland. The Romani have been taken over by descendants of the Eastlanders and shut out others. Peltarch was almost destroyed in a war and has been rebuilt. There are very few people that I can recognize.

    Oh! Also, I'm pregnant and the father is not my chosen mate.

    I wonder if Lorelai felt the same when I let her have control of us.

    Part of me wishes I never did that. If I didn't, I would not have been found by the nightmares. I admit it, I am angry. Very angry. I was subjected to hell after hell after hell, reliving my fears. Why should I be expected to forgive her for this?

    Yes, I do understand Lorelai did what she did when she was herself full of hate and anger. And yes, she forgot about them, since she didn't use them after a while. But this was not just a simple slap in my face. It was not a little "oops, sorry."

    Lorelai is very ashamed. Very guilty. I could hear it in her voice. I could feel it. And she did finally get me free, with help. Her friends, begged and pleaded to me that Lorelai was remorseful. Fadia was one of those friends, even.

    I forgive Lorelai. It's tough to forgive, but in the end, I need to. Whenever I consider forgiving a person for some wrong they did to me, I ask myself if I would have done the same if I was that person.I don't have to imagine with Lorelai. She is myself taken down a different path.

    So far, I think Lorelai has made good friends. Fadia is one I know, I have the feeling I'll lean on her a lot. Rith I recognize as the woman who tended to the Lathander shrine in Old Norwick. I didn't see Rith often then, but now that I have spent some time with her I am amazed that I never noticed how much we look alike. There's Lune, who I haven't gotten to know yet. Benji's a halfling that seems more like a gnome to me than a hin. Thorn is… well, I can't say I knew him very well before. But he's a Wolf, and therefore family.

    And then there's Jerrick. The man who Lorelai fell in love with. He's the father of the baby. I do think I see what Lorelai finds charming in him. He's handsome, a bit dashing, and turns into big tiger. Figures he's a druid too...

    Okay, honestly, I'm not sure what to think about him. I expect Lorelai has the same problem when dealing with Andu. It's surreal. He's nice, but not the one I chose. And I carry his child. But then it's Lorelai's child, not mine... Lorelai said she didn't mean to get pregnant. She's worried about how I feel. I'm trying not to think too much on how I feel about this pregnancy. It's a mess enough already. I haven't had kids yet because I wanted to fix my head. And I'm afraid I'll end up with a litter like Lilliania did.

    But, a child shouldn't be something to dread. I will try to be happy. It will be Lorelai's child though. I'm fine with being the Aunty.

    Let's see what she's done with my life. Time to read._


  • Entry 109

    These nightmares are getting worse. I can't get a restful night's sleep. The tea isn't helping. Having Jerrick or Rith nearby helps some, but mostly just when I snap out of my dream and am an emotional mess from it. I feel so tired. Think I yawned five times writing this entry so far.

    Fight Night was fun again. Benji had us tossing coins instead of the usual archery. Something diffe r ent. The team fights wa s a different idea too. One team pro tec ts a targ et… the o ther one _____

    The diary entry remains unfinished as Tindra's eyes close and the quill drops from her hand. She falls out of the chair and hits the floor of Jerrick's room with a thump.


  • Entry 108

    The dinner that Chancellor Biswan held with the Senate of Peltarch went fairly well, I think. Except that Ronan made a fool of himself quite a bit with his disagreement of Norwick's stance against extraditing Banites who had aided N'jast. Personally, I would rather see the Banites meet justice too. But Biswan sees it as a matter of law. Norwick was neutral during the war. Oh, of course that just made Ronan rant even more. I'm sure it may surprise him that I don't see Dwin as a coward during the war. I probably would have done the same. He had Jiyyd's citizens to think of as well as his own, and no solid escape route should for the innocents should he have declared war.

    It did strike me a bit odd at first at just how much Ronan was pushing to have the Banite extradited. After the dinner, I realized why he feels so strongly. I think it must be because the Banite is Oscuran. Ronan had ties to that city in the past. He's seen the corruption and evil. He was almost a part of it. And THAT is why he so adamantly pushes himself against Oscura now.

    I just hope he doesn't let that become an obsession. Working against Oscura because he has seen it's evil is one thing. Trying to cut out his past because he is embarrassed of it is something else. Sure, leave it behind maybe. But don't pretend it never was. He'd be denying part of what made him who he is today.

    Biswan told me after the dinner that she wishes my aid in drafting laws of what is acceptable worship in Norwick. She wants me to help her draft them in a way that does not insult or infuriate the druid circle. I am quite happy to see she wants to keep a neighborly relationship with the druids. I am going to try to have Jerrick and Fadia both help me.

    Speaking of druids, there's this new druid in the area that is not associated with us. She seems to have set herself against the lumbering company. She thinks they are clearing out too many trees at once. I'm going to take a look into this. I thought Norwick (especially the Crafter's Union) is more careful and responsible than it was decades ago. I'd hate to see that slip. I'll make sure to talk to Biswan soon. For now, Fadia is trying to keep the druidess from hurting anybody. So far, she's succeeding.

    The only other news I have lately is that Benji's wedding is going to happen soon. He is very excited. I'm glad to see him happy. I remember how he and I sat on the cliff by the south gate and shared stories about our heartaches. Mine with Jerrick, and his with Yana. And look now, we both have found love in the end.

    Though, my "end" has a few twists and turns yet. Soon, Tindra, soon… I hope you will forgive me.


  • Entry 107

    One fish, two fish, small fish, big fish.

    Rith and I went fishing. It was a lot of relaxing fun. We caught a lot of fish too. I think I caught half a dozen, one nice and large. Rith caught about the same, but none as large as the one I caught. Most were small fish.

    Our little fishing expedition was interrupted by Fadia. She sent us an urgent message asking for some help to get to the Helmite temply in Jiyyd. She had been trying to get more information on that Burning Man we were thinking might be connected to the "Banish Misfortune" stuff. She even hung from the Irmunsel. Mielikki did give her a message, basically the Burning Man isn't related at all to the visions. She also saw an image of the Helmite temple so she figured Mielikki and Helm wanted her to get there.

    So Fadia, Rith, Lune, Benji, and myself made the dangerous trek into Jiyyd. We fought four or five hezrou, which are nasty spellcasting demons. I hate fighting them. At least I didn't get stunned by their Blasphemy spell, but it still made me blind and deaf. Lune was almost killed, but Lurue graced her and kept her alive.

    We made it to the temple, and were given a series of visions. I suppose it was easier for Helm to send these images to us on his holy ground. They were certainly interesting. We saw Just'ene's past. It's… tragic. She was rescued from some cult that almost caused a terrible evil to happen. She was certainly scarred from it. The Helmites took her in and trained her. Gave her a purpose so that the seed of evil within wouldn't grow. The visions certainly give some insight on why she was always so focused on her job of guarding Jiyyd and didn't have much of a private life outside of that.

    But what is the significance of this? Why show us Just'ene's past? I suspect that the disaster we are supposed to prevent, the misfortune we are to banish, it must be related to whatever the cult was that had her as a child.

    It's so hard to try to piece this puzzle together. We have information, but it's disjointed and incomplete. But I suppose the gods really can't just hand us everything on a platter. I hope we are at least on the right trail now.


  • Entry 106

    The nightmares are more frequent now. It's getting hard to have a night's sleep. Rith and Fadia noticed I was looking very tired. Both got me to lay down and they watched over me while I slept. Jerrick showed up too, while I had fallen asleep.

    He used his fey blessings to go into my dream. It was of a war with bugbears. Lots of bloodshed, friends dying. We were losing the battle. There was just Rith and I left. I was in my werecat form fighting off at least a half-dozen bugbears while protecting Rith who was leaning against a tree with terrible wounds. Even with all her wounds she was focusing her magic on keeping me alive. I kept wishing she would tend to herself; she was all I had left.

    And then a loud roar echoed through the woods. There was no mistaking it, it was Jerrick as his big tiger self. I felt hope return to me as I roared back, calling for his help. Moments later bounded through the trees and crashed into three of the bugbears I was fighting off, knocking them to the ground. He had shifted back and cast a spell. As a mist started forming around us he helled for Rith and I to get away. I recognized the mist; it was his Stonehold spell. I quickly grabbed Rith and leaped away just before the mist solidified around the bugbears, trapping them.

    As more bugbears came running, he yelled at me to wake up. It made no sense to me. Everything felt so real that I couldn't belive it was a dream. I could feel my heart pumping from battle. I could feel pain from my wounds. A door then appeared beside me, and he told me to enter it and wake up. I thought the door was bizarre, but this couldn't be a dream. It was too real. He didn't give up though. As his Stonehold spell caught more bugbears and his lightning spell zapped them, he reached a hand for me and asked me to trust him. I may have been confused about the fact that I was dreaming. Nothing, however, will ever confuse me about trusting Jerrick. I took his hand, and then opened the door and stepped through, not sure what to expect.

    And there I was, back in my room with my head on Rith's lap with Fadia and Jerrick next to her. It took a half moment for me to realize that, yes, it really was a dream. I'm relieved it was just that…

    Jerrick is more certain now that we are ready to face my nightmares and the fey that has created them. This will end soon.

    I just hope I'm ready to face my other half.


  • Entry 105

    Our "Troublesome Trio" has become a "Fearsome Foursome". Fadia, Rith, and I have adopted Lune into our group. She's a nice priestess of Lurue. I suppose it's natural that I take a liking to her, not only does her name have a similarity to the Moonmaiden's name, but Lune is from Silverymoon too! She's a genuinely polite and friendly person, which is probably the biggest reason for our friendship.

    Rith and I were having fun on Fight Night. Rith had purchased an armor and cloak and paid a hefty sum to have them tailored and dyed to match my own cloak and armor. The result was a confused crowd as they saw two Tindra's enter the archery competition. Poor Benji was beside himself. He wasn't sure which Tindra won the contest, so he split the prize between the two of us.

    Rith and I are from some different backgrounds, yet despite that it's interesting the similarities we do have. I mean besides looks. Perhaps the most striking similarity I've noticed is that we both have terrible creatures of darkness who had made our lives hell in the past and promise to do so again. With myself, it's the Dark Enchantress. For Rith, it's a drow high priestess.

    Some people had wanted to go hunting for some drow. We went along. After a while of searching the crypt and making it to the underground caverns below, it started to feel like less of a good idea. We were too disorganized, which is especially bad when you are part of a group as large as we were. Rith's memories of her time as a prisoner began to surface, too. I know exactly how she felt. I fell similar fears and memories haunt me when I hear talk of the Dark Enchantress, let alone actually seeing her.

    I just wish the Nightmares that haunt my sleep didn't latch onto those fears as much as they do. But I suppose they'd be poor nightmares if they didn't do so.


  • Entry 104

    My curiosity is very piqued. I can't shake the feeling that this Zeke fellow is somebody that should be known. He can't recall his past, except for some flashbacks. One was in the Nars Pass, where the memorial used to be. He had a memory of Maya.

    Recently, we took him to Jiyyd, as he wanted to see the town. And again he had flashbacks. This time I wrote them down, on the page before this. The first one was when we approached where the clothing shop used to be. The second one was when we came to the menhir.

    These aren't common things that are flashing in his head. Hidden lore is bubbling to the surface. What else does he know? I told a friend about this and she gave a suggestion. I'm not sure if she's right, but it sounds like she might be. I think I'll it out.

    Rith was being silly again. I appreciate her intentions behind what she was doing, distancing herself from me so that she isn't taking me away from the rest of my family. I'm surprised she didn't think Fadia and I would notice. It felt like something was wrong. Like you expected the sun to be out but sudden clouds blocked it. I convinced her to stop and just be natural around us. Besides, I could tell she wasn't as happy, and I don't think I'd feel comfortable with the notion that my happiness were to come at the expense of hers.


  • Some hastily scribbled notes are found on this page, it doesn't seem like a diary entry, but something the author wanted to remember.

    Hidden caves, Green Cross, ghosts of the ancient order, entrance hidden under the rug. The old man, he's buried in the back, between the four tree's. A pin should've been on his chest. Secrets of old gods hidden deep.

    Ley lines, spellweaver project, power tearing through warrens, keeping IT locked away. Don't disturb it, must not disturb it, or there may be no hope. Ancient beast. Orbs may control it, though one is lost. Where, where did she take it. A deep secret, a dead leader…the thayans, they took him from us. Lost, confused after. They found us, too careless.

    ((Edited a line per request of the player involved. -Kallethen))


  • Entry 103

    Elder Harggaku gave Fadia an interesting story which she told Adriell, Belia, Jerrick, and I. It relates to the temple and the artifacts and perhaps all this Banish Misfortune business. The tale was about how long, long, long ago the bugbears faced an Army of Luck and how they defeated them. It had a good moral too, not to rely on luck too much, as you'll find it change to bad luck.

    I fell asleep in Jerrick's arms soon after. I couldn't help myself. He's so calm now, and I find that comforting. I can't help but feel safe with him. Despite his arms wrapped around me, I still have my nightmares. It was a new one. I'm not sure if it's related to the bad fey that I struck that stupid deal with. I think maybe my recent worries are really digging at me.

    In the dream I felt pulled around by various people. Some of them people I care about and who care for me. And there were people I dislike or hate even. Everybody wanted me. It was like a giant game of tug-of-war and I was the rope. The Circle pulling me toward the ways of Balance… Eluriel and the Divine Shield pulling me away from any dealings with Malarites... Aelthas and Rith pulling me in opposite directions... The Dark Enchantress was even there. Toward the end of it, the two that troubled me most was Jerrick and Andu each trying to tug at me.

    I woke up at that point. Still wrapped in Jerrick's arms, comforting me. He asked me of my dream and asked what woke me up. He told me I woke up just as he mentioned Andu's name.

    I worry for Andu. I feel guilty for what he's going through. He must long for the touch of Tindra. And because of the lifebond, he feels my emotions for Jerrick when I'm near him.

    Most of all, what has troubled me is not knowing what to do once we rescue Tindra. Do we live together in this one body, trying to share our time with the men we love? I can't see that ending happily. And yet, if either of us simply left, it would cause pain to those who cared for that half. I recalled one suggestion was to see about moving one of us to an unborn child. That still wouldn't be a fair result. Before Andu returned, I was also thinking of seeing about making Tindra and I one whole person again. But now that feels as bad of an idea as sharing our body would be.

    It turns out that Jerrick and Andu have talked and they have a plan. It sounds like they are going to try to work a variation of a reincarnation ritual to make a twin body to split one of us into. Tindra and I each in our own body and allowed to live our lives as we wish.

    I hope we can do that.


  • _~Interlude~
    Pixie Quest IV: The Search for New Ink

    "Please? If you get me some new ink, I'll give you a present."

    Although Tojan would like to say it was the promise of a gift that made her agree, she knew it wasn't. Tojan really didn't want to go to Franni for more ink; it was such a chore to make that first batch. She had to face bees, giant spiders, and even an icky goblin! She was so exhausted from the ordeal she slept past lunch time. Oh, it was worth it to see Dark Kitty giggling after trying out the new ink.

    And here was Sunny asking for some ink, except without the random colors. That was the best part about the ink Franni made. Tojan sighed; humans just didn't know how to enjoy the whimsical like she can. She was about to say no when Sunny did the unthinkable.

    Sunny gave Tojan a 'sad kitty face.' The same one Kitty and Dark Kitty sometimes gave. Tojan knew she was defeated.

    The pixie sighed as she left, "The things I do…"

    
Franni skipped along the tree branch with a happy smile. She heard a rustle above and looked up, but saw nothing in the tree. The pixie shrugged to herself and continued on her way. Again, she heard movement, this time behind her. She turned around and saw nothing odd. Franni frowned and started walking again, though not with her happy gait. There was another rustle of movement, and this time she even saw the leaves move in front of her. She crept forward carefully. A fluffy squirrel's tail poked up and Franni, breathed a sigh of relief.

"You scared me there. You silly furball."

The tail poked down and the leaves rustled again. Franni leaned closer. "Come on out fellah, I don't bite."

The leaves parted and a large cat-like monstrosity lept out at Franni, "Raaaaawwwwwwr!"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" Franni screamed and fell back against the tree branch, almost falling off.

The cat-thing moved closer, growling at Franni.

"Don't eat me! Don't eat me! Don't eat me!" she begged as she curled up in fright.

The cat-thing paused a moment, then snickered. The snickering turned into giggling. And the giggling turned into a pixie-ish laugh. Franni peeked her eyes open and saw the cat-thing take off it's head. Underneath was...

"Tojan?! Why you little, devilish, thunderheaded TART!" Franni fumed.

Tojan kept laughing. "It took me (snicker) ten days to make this (giggle) outfit! Golly, it was worth it!"

Franni glared at Tojan for a moment before laughing herself. "You got me good kiddo. That evens up the score, huh?"

    "So let me get this straight, you want more ink, but this time just one color? What's the fun in that?" Franni looked at Tojan as if the pixie suddenly grew another head and a second set of arms.

    Tojan nodded. "That's what Sunny wants. Humans just don't seem to enjoy fun sometimes. Even Dark Kitty only used it for a little bit before Fang made more of his. At least she laughed at it."

    Franni shrugged. "We can certainly make more. We just would need different ingredients. What color would she like?"

    "Oh, Sunny didn't say..."

    "How about orange or yellow? Like a sunrise for the Sunny?"

    "Nah, she'd probably complain about her eyes hurting when reading it. Oh! I know! See that flower there?" Tojan pointed to a bush.

    Franni nods, "That's a pretty choice. Humans really like those flowers. Let's see what we can do."

    
Tojan stalked through the field very quietly. Ahead of her, a cardinal picked at the dirt as it searched for grubs. It was the first ingredient on her list. She tiptoed closer and closer, ready to catch her prey. Just as she was about to leap, a giggle from a nearby child startled the cardinal. It started to flap it's wings to fly away. "No!" Tojan cried as she lept at the cardinal. The bird flapped harder and stayed just out of Tojan's grasp and flew away.

"No! No! No! No! No!" Tojan huffed with annoyance.

The little girl ran over and gasped in excitement. "Ooo! A fairy!"

"Don't 'Ooo!' me! You scared away the birdy I was trying to get! You meanie!" Tojan crossed her arms and gave the little girl an angry pout.

The girl frowned. She remembered her mother telling her once to never anger a fairy, otherwise they would do bad things in return. "Birdy? Oh, I'm sorry Miss Fairy. I didn't mean to. Here, would you like a feather instead? It's all I have."

Tojan looked up at the cardinal's feather being held out by the human child. The pixie's angry pout relaxed and turned to a smile. "Okay, I accept. Thanks!"

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Just dance on the water?" Tojan looked at Franni with a confused look. "How is dancing supposed to get me the fourth ingredient?"

"Trust me!" Franni replied.

Tojan floated down to the pond and began to skip along the water. Her feet just barely touch the water as she gracefully pranced. A pirouette here, a leap there. She had to admit to herself that she at least was having fun.

"Okay, now dance this way and... stop! Don't move!" Franni shouted.

Tojan stopped with one foot touching the water. Only her wings moved to keep her from falling in. "Okay, now what?"

The water below her splashed upward as a large red fish burst up through the water for meal. "EEEEEEK! I'M NOT A BUG!" Tojan shouted as she tried to get away. But the fish was moving so fast that it swallowed her legs. She flew with all her might, but the fish was too heavy and she carried it a little bit before both fell down to the bank with a thud.

Franni flew down and gave the fish a big THUNK on the head and knocked it out. "That was perfect, Tojan!"

"Perfect? Why you... you... you..."

"But we need the fishy's scales!"

    Tojan snuck threw the cavern very carefully. The seventh ingredient was a dangerous mission. She could be in big, big trouble. She came to a door and opened it very slowly, just enough to squeeze her body through. She tiptoed further in, not daring to make a sound by flying.

    A growl echoed in the room. Tojan looked over to her left and saw two big, green, feline eyes staring back at her. She gulped, knowing her cover was blown. The lioness suddenly lept, and before the pixie could react, she was pounced! The big lioness began to give Tojan a few licks and purred.

    "Tawny! Why aren't (sputter) you in (gasp for breath) Sunny's room?"

    Somebody on the bed stirred and sat up. "Who's there?" called out Sunny who was laying next to Dark Kitty and a feline Violet.

    Tojan sighed. "It's just me... and Tawny. Guess I know why she's in here..."

    A few hours later, Tojan made sure everybody was asleep. The pixie glided over to a chest in the corner and carefully picked at the lock and opened it. She pulled out a bottle and then closed the lid of the chest and picked the lock back closed.

    "I hope she doesn't mind me taking a bottle of her favorite wine. Ah, she'll probably assume she drank it some evening."

    
It took days to gather the ingredients. She finally had the last one, a red opal that looked nice and shiny. Dark Kitty was nice enough to get one for her. And Tojan was right, her pet didn't even notice the missing bottle of Silverymoon Ruby.

"Here we are, Franni. All the ingredients."

"Right. Oh, I'm forgetting one!"

Tojan gave Franni a look. "Pixie dust?"

"Pixie dust. Drat, can't fool you twice."_

  • Entry 102

    I'm just not keeping up well with this, am I?

    Well, Rith was telling me she really wants to move on fixing my head. I think she's spurred by Andu returning. And then Fadia revealed that Rith was also wanting to return to Cormyr. I think some of our earlier discussion about Aelthas was weighing on her heart. She's worried she's strayed from her path by making people upset at her.

    Fadia and I convinced her that she's wrong. And I didn't have to resort to reminding her of our "No leaving" promise.

    Fadia's also upset at the vision of Acwel that I told her about. I can see her reason for being worried. She noticed how she doesn't trust the Fury followers at all like Acwel didn't trust and now worries that she'll be a danger like him. I don't think she has to worry about that. The fact that she IS worried about it is a good sign that she won't falter.

    And to toss in more awkwardness at me, Jerrick has returned. I didn't see him immediately, but rather just saw signs that he's back. A letter to the druids here, a note to some friends there. I was mentioning such to Rith the other night and somebody else mentioned to us that he went south with some halfling to see the menhir. Rith and I immediately took off. I think Rith was more worried about him than I was, honestly. We got to the menhir to see an open portal and both hopped in. We found ourselves in another plane and found Jerrick inside with some others. I guess we were in a plane of chaos called Pandemonium, and the halfling had wanted us to collect some slaadi tongues. We made through okay without much trouble, but as we exited the plane back to our home, we found a large black slaadi. I tried to shout a warning, but it pointed a finger at me and I felt my heart sieze up in pain and then blackness.

    I woke up to Jerrick breathng life back into me. Not exactly the excuse I would have resorted to for getting a kiss out of him. My chest still hurt from the experience. Rith, Jerrick, and I soon returned to the den and rested in the hot spring with Fadia joining us later. We caught him up on things that happened. I made sure he knew about Andu. I can tell he's worried like Rith. I made sure Jerrick new I love him still, I'm sure that fear was on his mind.

    Andu and Jerrick… my life is going to feel very complicated. I guess we really do have to stop these nightmares and free my sister.

    But then what? How to make things happy for all of us?

    Selûne, help me figure that out.