Journal of Sztuczka: Day 85

I have not updated since day 27! I really should try to update more often. I have not heard from Mama or Papa since Babcia's death. That was a most unfortunate accident. I still miss her. Babcia is always in my heart when I play. It is still very hard for me to pick up her violin and play. I would rather sing, but as my new companions seem to prefer the violin... I suppose it has helped in healing. How long must someone be gone before our hearts do not ache at the thought of them?

My quest to find new songs is not going well. I sort of got sidetracked. In the valley I met a group. Mostly Paladins. The one who worships Pelor is almost as peculiar as the one who wears the lion. I must admit, I am slightly frightened by the group. They are brave and they fight! Alcander (the one who wears the lion) even rode a giant tiger into the jungle! So heroic! Ok. So it was not really gigantic. It was about the same height as my travelling companions, though I dare say it out-weighed even the two largest put together! I should tell Papa of these people. I think I may have found a good group for an epic tale! A real live epic tale! Is that not every bard's dream?

It makes me feel somewhat inferior though. I am not very strong and can only provide my music to inspire courage. I am sure a few of my tricks might be useful. I have yet to figure out how though. I am not fearless, but I do not cower in fear at the smallest obstacle. The group is just so noble and brave! While I offer all I can, I feel as if I am inadequate.

But speaking of dreams. It is, apparently, not an odd occurance for this group to receive visions from the Gods! I am still not sure what exactly to make of it. It is sort of odd to think of somebody placing images in your mind.

When Fflam was going through the cleansing by the Cleric of Thor, I managed to lose myself completely in my music. I was unaware of my surroundings and even what was happening to Flamm. As I played, I silently blessed Babcia for teaching me to play. I am not sure how long the trials took, only that I played. Once it was over, I felt more peaceful than I have for a long time.

I hope Mama and Papa are ok. It worries me that I have not heard from them. Of course, I am farther away than I have been before, but they have always managed to find me. I hope everything is all right and that I will feel silly for worrying.