||[Oct. 25th, 2004|12:02 am]
The FFX-2 RP Journal
It's starting to get balmy in Bevelle again, and this stuffy room isn't exactly the easiest place to stay. I've opened the windows to catch a fresh breeze from the ocean but instead of helping I find that I'm often staring off into the horizon. Not a good thing as Dyran is insistent we take care of the Guado organizing problem before the Fall. He's a pest, honestly.
Right now the stars are shining, and its late. I really should get to sleep. I haven't been sleeping like I should, rather reading. Like everyone else I'm obsessed with Spira's history. Currently I'm reading a book about the Al Bhed (and no, my interest is not inspired by a certain blond I could mention). Actually, I should be working and not reading but I need at least this little pleasure.
Though a word from my friends would be deeply enjoyable. I'm almost afraid they'd stage some elaborate rescue operation or something along those lines. They must think I'm chained to my desk and whipped into working. Nothing dramatic, just a friendly hello might be nice.
Ah, another yawn. Perhaps I should retire to my room; I could sleep in the office, though that option isn't very appealing. Not the first time it would have happened but this room offers a much better view of the sky than my own living area.
Twinkle, twinkle little star...
[I'm sorry it took me so long to post. I've been busy lately though I'll have more time, promise! I hope the way I play Baralai is acceptable. When I see him I get this feel of gentle strength and melancholy. He really wants to be free but gives all that up to lead New Yevon because he is the movement's 'pillar of strenght' as to say. Eh, I can't describe it. Hehe]