1I had hoped that we might stay the night in Mytros (and I, the night with Versi) but the others seemed keen for us to depart as soon as possible. I understand, of course, why we needed to leave… but that didn’t make leaving my love any less painful.
2 Versi gave me some of her hair before I left. I asked her for it because I had hoped Volkan might be able to repair Kyrah’s lute for her. I know the others are fairly skeptical about her (and the Five in general) but I really think she has been trying her best to assist us and I’d like to try and do something for her in return. She seemed so upset when the lute was broken... and then she seemed to have a rough time at the Necropolis (though, she seems to have been avoiding the subject in the week since.) But I hope this might cheer her up.
Plus, the Five… well, honestly, seem to have a bit of an image problem. But I figure, if Kyrah were to have her Lute back for the Games, she might be able to show the assembled crowds why she is the Goddess of Music and win some of them over. As long as she doesn’t try out her experimental poetry on them anyway!
3I did manage to ask Versi about her siblings before we left and that at least that put my mind at ease somewhat. She seems to believe that she is in no danger; that her family, her father, love her despite her transgressions and would not hurt her. “For that is how families are…” I wonder if that is how my family was?
My head is filled with fragments of them... a smile here, a laugh there. My father’s stained hands and the way my mother’s voice cracked when she sang. The scent of perfume and coals.
But I can’t really remember them as people. Can’t… or maybe I don’t want to.