Coming home

A great deal has happened since I last wrote here. I could say its merely because I was busy, but it wasnt really like that. I've traveled the realms for years and done so much I can scarcely recall all of it and the friends I made and lost over time. Vampires, Dark Elves, other wizards and witches, fae... even that one girl who really hated magic and supernatural critters... And of course my weretiger pals on that one plane. But the funny thing is that all those places were just places I was traveling to, they never felt like home. Maybe I wanted to, I'm sure I did, but I hadnt felt that way since I lived back in Dragonshire, and of course Kielder before that. Now though, I've finally come back to a place where I belong, a place I can rest easy knowing I have family around and people I love. A place where I can write. It was chance that led me to Blackthorne, I had been seeking for Marquie to see if she was ok and met her daughter of all things.

Imagine the little girl Siona and I taught and looked after ending up with a daughter. But that's how it goes. She mentioned Blackthorne to me, and when traveling there I ended up finding Nic, who I hadnt expected to see again in any plane. I hadnt been so happy in a long time. She's clearly been through a lot, so I hung around to help her regain her memories and make sure she didnt get into too much trouble. Others arrived, as if drawn just by her presence, people I had expected to see again, but never looked for considering their habits of vanishing and planeshifting at will - my sister and Siona just breezed right in, as they tend to do I suppose.

It seems so much from the past is coming back together, coming right, and for that I'm immenselt thankful. No wonder I've avoided writing in this since I've been back, this is all frightfully sappy. I'll put extra protections on this page of the journal, and then write about something interesting and wizardly tomorrow.