Dear Diary:
So it turns out that Micaiah and Volke went to war after I left. Micaiah is vegan so she didn't want to go to Gallia. Volke specifically picked Gallia for the barbecue because he doesn't like Micaiah or vegans or vegan Micaiah. They won't tell me the details, but that is how the honeymoon got changed to the Serenes, and why the bride statuette has no head. I reattached the head with glue.
I talked to Micaiah about how Volke is the wedding designer and she needs to be tactful when stating her needs because he is also an assassin and I get the feeling he doesn't charge all that much money for murdering people he doesn't like. Then I explained to Volke that if this wedding doesn't happen I will literally never have a chance with any other girl ever so it is very important that this happens so I don't die alone. He said I remind him of a kicked puppy. I'm not sure how to feel about that except now I want a dog.
Oh, speaking of dogs, the trio from the east are back: Volug, Nailah, and Rafiel. My mother began hitting on Nailah. I guess she's expanding the definition of fantastic beast kings to include queens. Argh, my brain. Thankfully Nailah's tastes seem to stem towards beautiful fragile man-birds.
Seriously. Fantastic Beast Kings and Where to Feel Them? Who wrote that? How did my mother get a copy of it? Why do I want to pull my hair out every time I picture her reading it? Paying Soren to come meet her was the best idea I've ever had. Not telling him his parentage back during the war was the worst.
Okay technically signing the blood pact was the worst. This is the second worst. A very very close second worst.
It's definitely the worst.
Twelve days.
- Pelleas