Yet another sketch of you my fair Eilowny, pulled from the archives of my memory. I've pictured you with that one cat of your parents that you always used to favor. What was her name? I confess I have completely forgotten it.

I miss you Wynne. I wonder if I shall make it back to you before the end of the summer months? Remember that one summer I spent a week with you at your parents estate in Cheriden before our last year at Sedgemoor? I seem to recall that your parents were never very fond of me in the early days. Of course in my youth I cared little what they thought of me, but now as I am older I hope I have impressed upon them my worthiness to have you, their only daughter. However I fear they are still suspicious of me as a result of my less than sparkling background. Though I may have been poor, I can at least take pride in the knowledge that I certainly have a better heart then even some of the richest of our peers, excepting of course our dear friend Lacia whose kindness and generosity know no bounds. Should I make it out of this situation, I shall upon my honor, do my best to give you a happy and comfortable life, though it may lack the opulence you have grown up with.

Wait for me Eilowny. I will find a way somehow to get back to you soon.

All my love,
Telos Knightly

Much to my Surprise, today one of the serving women who bring me my daily meals also brought me an old paint set and some scraps of paper. I could not make out what she was trying to tell me as she could only speak Aristethean, but she kept pointing to my book, so I can only imagine she saw my drawings and brought me these to help me pass the time.

As such, I spent the better part of today trying to recall your sleeping face. The illustration on the previous page could never do you justice for sure, but I captured your likeness well enough, at least for my own amusement.

I've never spoken to you of this before, but there have been times as I've watched you sleep, curled up against the pillow case, so quiet and peaceful, that I felt you looked entirely too vulnerable. Sometimes it would make me a little afraid for you. I wish I could be there to watch over you tonight as I used to.

Be safe Eilowny.

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**Notes: Left most page contains the continuation of text from second entry.**
**Again Beyond the Clouds for Soundtrack,**
**And mood represents Telos' feelings not mine.**

Dates elude me these days, as my lunar calendar is lost to me, however I believe as I write this that I have come upon the season of the rabbit moon. Yes, that fair season in which we met so many years ago on the grounds of our childhood school.

I do not see the outdoors much these days, save for the view in which my room's dormer supplies me. I have attempted to sketch my daily view which looks over a small courtyard where I often see the men who guard me take their daily meals.

One fair evening as I looked out over this courtyard, I felt a foreign wind brush my cheek and with it, it brought this feather. I know not from where it came as I have seen no birds nearby with plumage as thus. It's tipped with a heart whose outer fringes emit a mauve glow when the light hits it in just the right fashion. Is it a message from you my love? Do you think of me? The gods know you are in my thoughts daily. For some reason I feel I can look on this miniscule tuft with hope, hope that you are well and still hold me in the same esteem that you did when I bid you farewell under the steadily shining oxen moon. In it's simplicity I feel it has given me hope that I shall see you once again. These thoughts of you and the hope of our meeting again are what preserve me Eilowny. Without this I would be lost and fearful for my sanity.

Forever yours,
Telos Knightly

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**Notes: Left most page contains the continuation of text from first entry.**
**Text for this entry goes on for a 1/4 of the next page which is currently unscanned.**
**Again Beyond the Clouds for Soundtrack,**
**And mood represents Telos' feelings not mine.**

My Dearest Eilowny,
I have longed to write to you, but certain circumstances arose which have denied me the pleasure. I'm sure you have been appraised of at least part of my current situation, that part being that my plane went down somewhere over the plains of western Aristethes. It pains me to think that when news of my misfortune met your ears, it brought you any distress. It further pains me that you cannot yet know of my health, whereabouts, or even know assuredly that I am alive! Gods Eilowny!! How I wish to see you! To be able to hold you in my arms again and hear your voice whispered in my ear again. What will become of our dreams and the promises we made? Pray forgive such words Eilowny, I forgot myself for a moment. At least I can console myself with this book in which I write to you.

You should know, after my plane went down I was quickly captured by a group of Aristetheans who carried me and the remains of the Cerulia's fuselage to a nearby town, where I remain yet captive at this moment. I am not entirely sure that they know what to do with me, however they made certain to supress my magic with these bits of strange jewelry which I have drawn on my sorry attempt of a portrait. You were always the better one with such things, with me being more musically inclined, but I shall digress.

Over the past few weeks which have gone by without incident, my captors have relaxed their guard about me. I feel perhaps I may have gained a few threads of their trust, or at least sympathies, and it is this fact which has now afforded me these tools with which I write to you. I picked up this forgotten book from a lonely shelf in a musty storeroom on the premises of where I am confined. It's written in a language I know not, on pages discolored and worn from age. Perhaps it is just my current state, but there is something beautiful in this old book, eitherwise my captors do not seem disturbed by my defacing of it, so it is here I shall collect my writings to you, transforming each page into my own journal. It is my most fervent wish that even should I not be able to see you again, that at least this book could reach you somehow. With this you can at least be assured of my love for you, and know that up until this point I have met with little physical suffering by my detractors.

Faithfully yours,
Telos Knightly

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**Notes: Text runs for 3 pages in the book, 3rd page not yet scanned.**
**Music represented is a good soundtrack to listen to while reading.**
**Mood icon represents Telos' mood at the time he wrote this.**

Archives of earlier entries will also be kept on my website at GenkiGirl. I will archive batches of 10 entries at a time, so don't expect GenkiGirl to be updated as frequently as this journal.

Additional illustrations that do not fall within the scope of the book will also be posted at the GenkiGirl website, so please visit my page to find more artwork.

Lastly I am still in the process of setting things up, so not everything is together yet as it should be, so mind your step! X3