Curse of the beast lord/Princes of hell.

Frostfall 31, 1013

The last day of the year, and it’s so bitterly cold outside. I left Cyrus’s house a bit earlier this morning than I would have normally, seeing how this was the first time in a while that Cyrus had been home I figured that he would want some time alone with his parents, or that they would demand said time of him. Derek was up quite early in order to attend rehearsal for the play he was to be apart of this evening. Though he was moving and responding he seemed like he was still asleep as he walked toward the city. I wandered about in the woods thinking back on the Hearth’s Warming I had spent with my family, and this would be my first one without any of them and my first one with my Dad departed. It was sad to dwell on that thought for very long, so I tried my best not to do so.

The day past without too many events. We all went to go see the play that Derek was in, and it was marvelous. I have never seen anything so beautifully tragic. I doubt there was a dry eye in the house. Afterwards we went back to Cyrus’s home and sat around the fire telling stories and tales of old. I told a tale from my parents’ adventuring times. Sebastian did not tell a tale, as he explained that he was unaccustomed to the festivities of Hearth’s Warming, but he did present a beautiful sculpture of a white wolf with blue eyes; just like I had seen in my dream a few days ago. Apparently I was not the only one to have that dream as everyone started asking where he saw the wolf and saying that they had had dreams about it. It was a good night overall, I guess, though I do miss not spending it with my family. Well, my mother now… I hope she’s okay. Tomorrow we go and take care of problem in the college.

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