Dawnsky · Chronicles

I've returned to my hiding place, without a word to anyone. I came and left the Godforsaken place called Silvermoon City for a place where I live off bread and water. (At least I can make a variety of such.) But, to rethink...As I said in my last entry, I've been missing everyone terribly. And Malendria had a point; Gynata is weak. I will reconsider my leaving today, but I must admit that I prefer the rolling hills and streams of my hiding spot. It's extremely beautiful and peaceful. I much prefer it. 

The fact that Silvermoon is a place of social people makes it less...attractive. It doesn't give me a warm feeling to be there. It makes me feel as if I must be on my guard at all times. Its colors are loud and gaudy. Now, a pretty grass green, a sky blue...That's beauty. A slight whisper of a breeze is much preferred than the screaming of a murder. That is beauty. Not sweeps whisking around the bright red, cobbled streets, or floating plants.

Surely, I will visit Silvermoon. But my new home is my hiding place, the place that I love.