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Entry Twenty-one, Rain

May 24th
The Farm
Raining the past three days


Pugnose is going stir crazy inside.  And he is not the only one.  A particular strom blew over a small piece of the fencing along the far side of the Western pasture.  The rams are aggitated, kept penned in the smaller Southern.  And I am getting vexed trying to keep husband and hired-hands occupied.  Spring rains have encouraged the flowers though, and my beds and the fields are a riot of cheer when the sun breaks through.  Thank the gods for small favors.  Rebirth.  Renewal.  Regrowth.  I should be more thankful of the rain.

Just a bit hard to remember that, when your husband is tracking mud onto the rugs--again.

I have spoken to a few people since my last entry.  Sometimes I forget the world moves so quickly for humans.

Morathius seemed to think I was being alarmist.  Perhaps ... womanish.  I don't know if it was true or not, but night elves are somewhat unfathomable for me.  Yet, they're who I've talked to about Kast so far.

Morathius ... he is unshakable.  I wish I had half the assurance he did.  Though, it might have been apathy.  He did not respond as expected to my comment about he and Elrin being friends.  Not affimative.  Not denial.  So neutral.  He made no excuses.  Made no exclamations.

Kal'dorei.  Perhaps it is because they have lived so long.

Not humans, who move so frantically at everything.

Dwarves live a reasonable amount of time.  No need to be frantic, but neither can I track the progress of fossils, like an elf.

I spoke to Miss Arasminna as well.  We have worked together so often, with the Ghost Scions.  With Elrin.  She is so hard to read.  But, yet, so approachable.  She's ... dangerous.  I should hope that I never have need to hide anything from her.  It would be a mistake to think you could hide anything she wanted to know, I think.

It made her perfect person for my research project.  I await her report.

She did say one heartening thing.  She told me, point blank, Elrin Kast is not a monster.  That made me sigh in relief.  The tightness in my belly relaxed a little.  I will continue to help, as I can, without feeling too guilty in the meantime.

I just don't know what he is.

I'm getting antsy to hear her report.  Unfortunately, we so rarely see each other outside Scion work.  And I did not attend this week's excursion, with the trouble on the farm.  I hope they are all safe...

He still flinches when I heal him.  

She did tell me that though.  He trained as a paladin once.  Elrin.  A paladin.  ...  I could see it.

What happened to him?

Who is he?

My stomach is in knots every time I see him, now.  For him.  For me.  For my loved ones.  For his loved ones.  Berserker?  Or Broken? Or both?

I need to talk to Anka.  And Rabbly.

If anyone can clear things for me, I hope they can.  Sometimes i think I look at Elrin Kast and see him through a fog.  Or a heavy rain.  There's a blurry form I can recognize.  But ... like a picture left in the rain, I sometimes wonder if his colors will bleed.  Or maybe that's literally blood running off him...  By the Titans what a horrible, morbid thought!

I should be turning in, Journal.  The does are starting to kid.   Pugnose thinks we'll have our hands full of bleating babies by the end of the week.  It will be good to welcome in the innocent.  The kids are so delicate.  We'll need to be careful they don't take chill in the rain.

Good night, Journal,

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