I kept dreaming I had died, but then I woke up here again. How irritating!
My legs were atrophied and I was terribly dehydrated and hungry, and I shan't even mention the state of my HAIR. I tried to fall back asleep again, but apparently it wasn't to be. At least this time I woke up in the same place I'd fallen asleep in. My dearest companion had taken care of me as best he could, even though I know it unnerved him. Usually the withered ones don't wake back up. But I am, as usual, a marvelous exception to the rule. So I made myself stand back up, got some food, and wobbled about like a newborn deer until I could get my strength back.
Things have changed. Valec has gone even more batty in my absence. Something something, hungry gods, something something, blood of the innocents will flow, something something, mass sacrifices, I don't know, I was rather only half listening. I suppose I'll have to keep an eye on things. Perhaps that's why I'm here. AGAIN. Ugh. He showed me some sort of arena below our little house that certainly wasn't there before. Then there's a volcano that's formed within sight of the island. Parts of the larger landmasses have been destroyed and reformed. Several people I rather liked have died or been lost.
I suppose there are far worse things to wake up to. This is...preferable.
Still, it puts me in a rotten mood, my dear diary. I had been dreaming about nice things, like being home, or not existing, or one particularly nice bit where I was in my favorite bakery back in my last trip to Paris, and then I was petting a bunny. A bunny diary! Not a sabertooth tiger or bloodthirsty wolf, but a cute fluffy regular bunny that didn't even try to murder me. I remember bunnies. They were my favorite animals. I suppose they still are, but it's hard to say that in a place where bunnies have never existed.
I'm so sullen today! I think I'll go cook myself a nice meal and try to get some embroidery done. Maybe if I'm lucky, it will rain! I do love the sound of rain.
What a sorry kingdom I have inherited. The poor darlings down there who are content in the filth of this place...I do hope this can be corrected.
I'm going to make an omelette. Until next time diary, love you!