The past few days have been hectic. I will continue to keep these journal entries going so that in the event I have some sort of memory loss, there will be an account to work off of.
- Eithyne and her crew have been tasked to Griffonrook Run and The Offering Stone in the Shiverpeaks.
-Isendel’s samples appear to be negative for both immunity to Rot or presence of it.
-Syddic is an odd man. I understand he is dying, but I wonder sometimes what he thinks of me. I remain cold to him because he has not much to offer if he refuses to collect samples. Luckily, he has come to his senses, though this change in demeanor has opened him up to providing insight on my own life.
-Research on Eithyne’s newest samples from the Artesian Waters in Orr, as well at the Oasis, Lightfoot Passage, has commenced. So far, neither of the two samples seem to exhibit extraordinary healing powers as the Dry Top vials did. I predict less applicability to the serum.
-I will contact this Calico Harper soon. It seems we got off on the wrong foot initially, according to my journal. Perhaps as more Sylvari are infected and the prices of food rise, we will have more of a driving force to interact and find a common ground.
-On a more personal note, I have been questioning the reality I have entered. A year and a half has passed and though my hand has catalogued the passing events, I find it hard to believe I experienced them. Now my own memories are called into question. My own perceptions. Velthan has nearly denounced the notion that he ever loved me, calling it a ‘strong’ word. If that is the case, and I lived so long thinking he and I would be together, what else is fake? What else is superficial. This same question has led to a rift between me and Garr. Though I realize his feelings for me are genuine, it is hard to acclimate to the new-found affection. To be gentle is not to be Garr. I wonder if work is not the ultimate subject to siphon my time in to.
-Thermogan is heart broken, though on his own behalf, we will meet.
-Darius kindly watched Calliope on a play date with Kasia, his own daughter. Since we had not met more than once, it was easy to fit into my garnered knowledge of him without bothering about my recent predicament. I stopped drinking in time to pick her up without smelling like alcohol.
-Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow will be normal.
