Rambling to Parchment - Two Seasons Away.
Hello journal. Heavens, what a weird way to start off writing things to a piece of parchment. The days have been long, and the nights even longer. It seems all my uneasiness of being in Panov, and Koperov has been nothing more than a protective need for my family. Everything's been going well. The reading of the will of my father's distant cousin went well enough, despite a family of rats seeming quite angered by what was left to him.
We were left exactly what I didn't want. A home on acres and acres of land. And the house is huge. We've only spent one night in it thus far and I've already gotten lost a dozen or so times. Its...well, honestly, it feels out of place. It makes me feel like what I'm not. Rich. It makes me feel powerful. Like a high Lord or something. Everything is just so posh. What am I doing in a place like this?
The city is a good day and a half travel from here, and you can see it from the balcony. The large spires, and buildings of stone and brick, and the snow. Snow covers the lands as far as the eye can see. Yet, somehow, we're all nice and warm in this manor house. Manor house? More like a mansion really.
I've recently sent a letter to Syla and the twins. Thane too, but I don't know where he is. Heck, I don't know if he's still alive, or dead. Or if my messages will even reach Mossflower. Its such a long journey. When we wish to go home, it will be no shorter than two seasons. Maybe three. I'm going to miss so much of my children's growing up. At least I'll have something to show for it. The manor wasn't all that we were left. Gold. Lots of it. I'll be able to bring it all back and put away. Maybe even help build that bookstore Christopher wishes to open.
Anyway, I don't really know what to do now. We're here. We're in this huge house and there isn't a beast, other than the odd butler who serves here, for at least a day's trip. Nobeast to play music to. No beast to talk to other than my family. I still think something's going to happen. Nothing this good happens without a consequence of some sort. Will those angry rats show up? Attack us? Or will we just pack our things, get a ship, and then just...go home?
I miss home. Everything out here is so different. The culture is weird. I mean, its my own but I've not been surrounded by it all like this for many, many seasons. So long that it feels out of place. That and the fact nothing's written in the common tongue here...and very few speak it. Chris and father don't have any problem with it. Neither do I really, but Tagger, Garolyn, and the rat family of William, Amy, and Koby all seem to hate that they can't understand anything.
Kinda how I felt at first in Mossflower. Anyways. I'll be back there soon enough I'm sure. I really seem to just keep writing when I'm alone in my room. Takes my mind off of everything. Maybe I'll write a book like my brother's doing. Maybe I'll just ramble on to nobody aloud as I write. Anyways, I don't think anyone will ever read these journal entries, all two of them thus far. But it keeps me occupied.
Be well,
Robin K Grodenchik
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