Notus Hibernas

Where do you begin to see reason?

To see the depiction of it's potential?

Suddenly.

Below these few words was the depiction of the flowers he saw with her.

They were rounded on each petal, only four or five for each flower.

Represented would be very similar to a cherry-blossom.

I've never had the luxury of someone that cared...or pretended to care.
And now someone has the audacity to make me believe it?
Her eyes swim only with truths, at least from what little eye contact I made.

Teach me your reason.
So that I can drown in your eyes.

Why is your shadow looming?

Is it unbreakable?

Of course not.

Scribbled beneath those few words was an illustration of a snapdragon.

Many small petals lined upward into a point all bundled together tightly.

Our pasts always haunt us, and mine seems to ebb and flow like a tide.
Her past doesn't seem to phase her or...maybe that's why she's so volatile?
The aura that surrounds her is dense like the murky depths.

Disperse your fog.
I don't want to suffocate around you.

*There are three pages ripped out of the journal following the previous two entries*

You're stupid.

*would be the only thing written on the following page.*

Can you cover your spirit with a makeover?

Does it really matter how you look?

Not to me.

Scribbled beneath would be an illustration of a ginkgo tree.

Hundreds of blooming flowers and petals falling to the ground
with a twisting tree all the way to the ground.

My hair is combed and I'm wearing different clothing...
No one even seemed to notice or really care.
Maybe they see my inside and not my outside?
A person is as dull as their soul...

"I don't have a clue how you found me, but I saw your faces in Skywatch.
You slippery, horrible bastions of my hatred for sailing anymore.
Her face...his face...and that brute...
For a moment I assumed you saw me as well, but as luck would have you didn't.

I swear we locked eyes.

My hands tensed and I was fully prepared to kill you

But you kept walking.

Kept...walking...

If you show up here, I will turn your spirits to ash.
And no one will weep for you, except for me."

Scrib is stupid anyway.

Below is a drawing of a kwama with a big 'X' over it.

Magnus.
The only one I cared about.
You were the architect of our magic.
No longer can I revere you.

My gifts were stolen from me.
The unique asset of storm-calling removed from my spirit.
As well as all of my innate magicka.
Now I'm no different than anyone else.

Learning that Arvossa was not dead was a surprise.
He gave me so much kindness during my years of torment.
To know he has friends and they were the ones looking for us.
That makes me feel better about our situation.

And even now, you don't look at me differently.
We have stated our serious intent to each other.
I'm determined to remain happy.
Even if it means a more simple life than I planned.

It's easier thinking about that.
When I think of you.