Deshira's Diary

[Deshira]

Season Of Winter, Day 14, 511 AV.

I have just arrived in the city of Ahnatep, and I can already feel a headache beginning to form. Just standing in the streets has left me flustered. I'm not completely sure if I prefer this city life versus the unforgiving desert. At least among the sands I feel at home and my fingertips do not buzz constantly. I have an upper hand in such a familiar territory, but as I stand in the Ephyrian streets, I do not know who to trust. I do not know where to look.

It is like my possessions are my children, and the world is nothing but hungry tsana ready to snatch them from my arms and devour them whole. After my grandmother died, I was not left with much, but I still very protective over what I still have. The thought of thieves and cowards running off with my belongings, and leaving me nothing is one of my biggest fears. Hmm... I did not even fear slave caravans this much growing up.

Despite my choice to leave my tribe and travel on my own, I have no regrets. There was nothing left for me there. I pray Eywaat and Makutsi will understand my decision and watch over me.

I have met a man named Vin today. He strikes me as quite odd, but I have little room to talk. In fact, he is the first person I've met since leaving my tribe and arriving in this city of many arms. I'm weary to trust him, yet he has given me little reason not to. Perhaps it is just his appearance that throws me off. I have seen very little of his race, yet I know he is not one of these multi-limbed Ephyrians, or a fellow Chaktawe. His eyes do not have the depth. I wonder if I am just being too judgmental. Surely I will see more interesting creatures the further I travel away from home. I am so very sheltered.

Perhaps I will be able to inquire more about what lies beyond the desert in the time to come. I am nervous about what awaits, but my stomach tingles with nervous delight. How many of my people have seen the world, or dared to try?

I hope my adventures make my family proud, as well as the gods.

The daring Chaktawe,
Deshira

[Deshira]

Spring?

To be written. Oh goodness, Deshira is falling behind in her writing.