Diary of a Madman's Son
11/19
We arrived in Guadosalam rather late tonight. We had carriage trouble, then one of the Chocobo's got colic in the middle of the day. How that worked out, I have no clue. Other than this, the travel was kind of slow and boring. Rather uneventful… oh, a fiend tried to attack us, but when it jumped out infront of us going full speed, Trommel couldn't stop the carriage in time and we ran over it. All's well that ends well, right?
Mother was up waiting for us, pacing a hole in the carpet. When we arrived, she lunged from the doors of our house and latched to Father's neck before dropping to me and covering me in kisses, smoothing my hair, and flooding my ears with praises and worries.
The other Maesters have departed already… Mother is looking a bit on the chubby side… then again, so is Father… and me, for that matter… maybe we all need a diet…
I'm way tired tonight, and don't really feel like writing. I will tomorrow, maybe. Until later…
--R.G.
