[Dyskordia]

*This entry too, was not dated*

So much has changed... I don't know where to begin. I've been... taken in by a Thayan Knight. A part of me doesn't know why, still. He says because he sees potential. Maybe he's right. Right now, I'm willing to try. Anything, really, to get me out of the doldrums I found myself in. The First Mate of the Widow's Cry would be laughing at me now for my weakness and desperation, but she is a world away. I see just how small her world was, and in turn... just how small I was.

I won't say that this has been easy, though. Up at dawn. Running until my legs want to fall off and then fighting until my arms want to do the same. We eat, we talk, I sit for long periods of time trying to find what he calls "Soul's Fire". Everything cries for sleep once the time comes, and when I wake, it all begins again. I am not allowed to cuss. I am not allowed to drink, besides a glass of red wine at the end of the day. I hate red wine. Still... I'll do this.

My Lordling gave me a gift as well: freedom from my scars. He gave me a helm that removed them. It's so strange, not feeling like I'm bound in wire. I don't hurt when I move, and I don't burn when I sleep. I don't itch. I'm not bound to... him, anymore. Ironbones is letting go. Maybe I can let go, too.