Start of Journal
Day One:
The Sand witch decided It was time to test me today. I passed. although if i passed, why does it feel like I failed? I don't think i wanted to leave her mountain side home. it was safe there. quite. i could think. Since I've reached Nibyna I've barely been able to think. all i want to do is find a nice quite corner and bury my head into my hands and not move. as if the walk across the desert sands wasn't enough to make me want to grind my teeth. all though once i adjusted to the constant motion, noise and waste of time and energy it was. interesting. they have so many colors of cloth here. fruits, meats and breads I've never even HEARD of. but also a lot of things to be sad about. if one paid attention. there where alley ways where i saw children in rags huddling. if one poked their head into it the scent was enough to make a non human throw up. and possibly a normal as well. all though with the gold the Sand Witch gave me paid for a few things, as well as for passage on a boat leaving the docks. here's hoping the ride is well worth it. as I'm not so sure I'm going to like it. i heard a deck hand muttering how 'land' folk don't take to the sea to well. here's hoping being non human for once came with a sturdy stomach.
Day Two:
My stomach seems to be handling the boat ride very well. my first night here I was approached by a Dwarf. who then insulted my peoples way of living.
at least i did have one good thing happen. I met my familiar today. apparently she's a water cat. I've actually NEVER thought I'd ever be chosen by one of those. but i'm also worried. those chosen by a water-cat have very..
well very intense lives. they change fates. or make history. I don't think I'm that kind of person. maybe she chose wrong.. maybe she chose right. who knows. all i know is I can tell my life's going to get interesting at some point. all though in feline form she's.. well extremely beautiful in my opinion. but then that could be the witch's pride talking. i haven't seen her in human form yet. her name, or more the name she's given me, as you NEVER give out your true name. for that can give people power over you. the sand witch has pounded that into my head so many times i think i'd remember it if i forgot everything else. anyways the name she's given me to call her is Vania.
Vania isn't my only companion. she's insisted i take the dwarf's offer of companionship at face value. that and his .. scent can hide my own. it's not that he smells. actually for one of his kind he's rather.. clean. it's his scent is stronger then my submissive one.
anyways He'll be my companion for a little while at least.