Ventris Journal, Entry One

Entry: First of new dairy Dated: 1st of July Subject: Future plans *Isilorbor turns the new cover of his journal over, the bright silver and rich gold’s making him smile as he dips his quill into the ink well in the study of his house* Having retired from war, I have no need of my other journal; therefore I am making one more…. In depth with my life then the last one had to offer. This dairy will have my mind, heart and soul placed into it, so those who I chose to involve that deeply in myself will find it easier to understand me. *Frowns a little at the last words, but simply dips his quill back into the ink well* This entry will be aimed towards the future, and when that time becomes the present, I can look back and see how far I have come to accomplish this act. The House of Ventris was ravaged by war eleven years ago; many of my family’s heirlooms were lost in Calths’ Sacking and since then I have been trying to regain something for my children to inherit for when I die. I have been, partly, successful *Smiles as Vickor places a bowel of grapes by Isilorbor and bows his head, leaving the room silently* My death is something I cannot escape, and I will pass from this world. I do not fear death, I have long since given up on that fear, if I were to die, I would have done so many years ago and many different times if I was of no interest to some greater plan. *Places a grape in his mouth and bites into it, muttering that might have been vain of him to write that, but shrugs lightly* The one thing I must do before I die is to reclaim Calth. How I intent to do that is beyond me, I have no plan or strategy in my mind to do it. But I swore an oath that I would return, and return I will. But…Perhaps I do not need to retake the city... This will have to be for later entry. *Dismisses any other thoughts of his oath by chewing on my grapes and dipping his quill back into the well* I also must think about teaching Lendil when he grows. Lendes does not wish to talk about it; I have seen how she holds him close when we speak of such things. It is clear that she fears, as I do, our son growing up. Perhaps home tutoring will be good, but I have my doubts. I was taught from home, and I only really made friends in the 13th and rarely any others outside it. So perhaps sending him to a public school would be better for him in the long term. *Looks over to Lenwenn playing with Lendil near the fire behind him, rolling a ball to him and holding his toy rabbit to him, beaming a bright smile, Isilorbor turns back to his journal* Of Lessel and Lenwenn… I am not sure what will become of them. They are their own women, and act as such. I love them so very much, but there is little I can do for them now they are grown. If they are in need of something, I will help them without a second thought…But I think that they are closer to Lendes then myself… All three of them are women, so any questions they will ask her, of that I am sure. *Pauses as Lendes passes and places a soft kiss on her lips and turns back to his journal* I wonder if Lendes feels the same as me, knowing that our daughters are old enough to look after themselves and we can only stand and watch. I will let her read this journal; I have nothing to hide from her. *Takes Lendil from Lenwenn and places him on his lap, bobbing his knee up and down as he writes* We have talked about hosting more public Balls, but more regular ones then a one or two a year. We will be hosting one every season, with sponsors from all over the lands we will be able to gain more money to improve our lives and, hopefully, others. I will have to nail up a sign during the planning time in wanting musicians, a few servers to serve drinks and maybe even some tale-tellers. *Grins as Lendil tries to read his father’s writing, helping him word by word in between words* This time of year we will be very busy making our home fit to host such a Ball, and I know I will set off tomorrow to start that. Perhaps hire some gardeners to improve our garden. *Closes the journal and picks up Lendil to take him to bed*