Ten Years Later...
Vivvienne sat down on her bed and looked around as she pulled out a secret diary from under her mattress. It wasn’t often that she remembered to put down her thoughts but when the moment struck her, she rushed to put quill to paper.
Journal, I write here to put down all the pride and joy that I feel from my children’s accomplishments. Trystan has become a strong and humble young man and though I dislike it...very very much he’s becoming a fine candidate for a good and honest Knight. I’m only hoping that he doesn’t become a zealot like many that I’ve run into. Zephenaye is becoming a very creative and talented mage, thinking of applications for the Arcane that I wouldn’t have thought of in my own youth. I see myself in her sometimes, what was very long ago. These two are sparkling diamonds in society and they have more social grace than either myself or their father have, I would say, combined. They dazzle and gleam, but...I worry about Bael. I’ve always worried about my little boy. He’s got even less social ability than his father and much more tender hearted. His tutors say that he is a bright young man, this I don’t need to be told, but his attention seems to be lacking during his lessons. He slacks off and doesn’t return any of the work that his professors ask for and yet….he tells me that he is off studying from his tomes. I don’t know where he goes during this time, but I want to trust him that it’s not doing anything out of line with how he was raised.
Trystan and Zephenaye know where he goes, I know, but to betray Bael’s trust would...I don’t need to put it to paper to know.
I am about to attend one of Trystan’s sparring sessions, so I must be fast. Until next time, dear journal.