30th Sun of the Third Umbral Moon
Transcribed by King Ismene
“The meeting with my parents went... Well, as well as it could have. If Wynn had a gun, they would have shot me when I told them to stay quiet and just observe. They did, but I could hear their quiet mumblings the whole time. I think they were cursing my family name.
They were disheartened to hear I only had a few hours before I had to move on in order to make my next location by nightfall… But that was hidden behind happiness. I think they just wanted me there, around them. It’s— I have never had problems leaving a place before.” You turned to look at me from the mat you laid on, your weirdly animalistic eyes staring into mine. “Ismene, this was my first time meeting my parents in recent years. I th- I thought they were gone for many years. I had forgotten them and assumed the worst, until I received a letter a short while ago that appeared to be from them. My colleagues in Sharlayan could not confirm it was actually my family, so there was a nonzero chance that they weren’t… That they were frauds. I didn't tell you or Wynn about that, but I promise, it was with good intentions. I don't think either of you would want to be wrapped up in—” You looked at my hands as I wrote. “You’re writing all of this down?” (Does a bird fly?) You sighed and slumped back onto the mat you laid on. “Of course you are. Nevermind. Anyways... Everything went well, I think.” I asked you if you did, and you said, “What?” to which I elaborated that you seemed discordant. You were clearly feeling many things, some contradicting. That is not typical when things go well. You stammered and huffed before saying, “Things are complicated, okay? And so are feelings. I don’t want to talk about it. Drop the subject.”
— Fern