Ches 10, 1492 – Robyn’s Journal (On the Road to Phandelin)

I wonder if you know how beautiful you are. Watching the sun play across your skin, skin that by all rights should have never seen the sun. The way the breeze ruffles your hair, doing it’s best to drag those silky locks free from whatever style you’ve put it in. The way you squint like an annoyed feline against the glare of the light, but I still see those fire eyes watching me. Nothing will ever be as wonderful as this. Walking side by side and knowing you are mine, even if it’s only for now. I can’t lose you. No matter what we find in Phandelin, I refuse to lose you. Whatever that takes.

(Later in the Day)

I could kill my mother right now. If she wasn’t already dead. Damn her and this wild goose chase. Why? Why did she tell no one, why did she leave us a stupid rod of aid? And why for the love of the goddess did she send us to this backwater town to help strangers? Robyn thinks we will die in a few months. How are we supposed to end the curse if we don’t even know what it is? I need him tonight, to hold me, to love me. I need to feel alive when all I feel is cold. I don’t think he is feeling any better. He sits and stares out the window as if maybe the sky has some answer for the riddle of our demise. Maybe it does.