Ches 12, 1492 – Robyn’s Journal (The Baby Manticore)

I don’t think I have watched anything so satisfying in my life. The horrid woman got put in manacles and dragged off to neverwinter by the lords alliance. Serves her right for running off with her son and taking him away from his father. I hope the Hamun gets custody. He deserves it. Robyn is getting ever more ridiculous with the amounts of food he is feeding us. There was enough to feed 12 people tonight I swear! Or..at least two elves and a bird and a manticore. Maybe he bought just enough? I think we are heading for Gnomengarde in the morning. I told Essy. We are just gonna wait and see. Maybe it’s nothing. I think…I think we are doing better, feeling better, slowly. Every day brings us all closer together. I can’t help but feel that we need to work through what is pulling us down if we have any hope of beating this curse. Essy needs to feel whole again. I need, to stop holding onto Robyn like he is the only thing in the world that matters. It’s not fair to him. I have placed my happiness on his shoulders for more years than is fair. If I want a relationship, I have to start by letting him be a person…and not this dream that I’ve held for so long. I don’t know what he needs. He keeps things so close to the chest. I wish he would share his burdens with me so that I could help ease them. Maybe with time. Errdy is getting fat. I wonder if he will still be able to fly in a few weeks.

The sword…visited me in my dreams last night. I can see much better in the dark now. Better even than Robyn I think. Even in the pitch darkness the world is alive with color. I asked about the power to stay with him. I asked about ways to keep us together, to extend my life, anything. “In Time” was my response. Can it really do that? I need to find it. If it can grant me that power then I need it back. If it can’t…I need to know that too, so that I can find another way. I pampered him tonight. His hair is so soft and silky. It’s a travesty that it has to be kept bound so much. I would do all manner of horrible things to fall asleep with his hair as my blanket, wrapped in his arms.

P.S. If you are reading this – I stole my journal back. You can use this one.