Last night, after I had finished writing, Lanua asked me if she could read the journal. Before today she had only seen the page with the drawings of the runes and the page for Day 21 (when we met). I didn't see the harm in letting her see what I had written, especially since I've been writing it with the intention of showing it to people if I ever go back home. In a way, Old Traders' Village is like a new home for me, so, from that point of view, Lanua is precisely who I am writing it for anyway.
I fell asleep before she had finished reading it so it was only this morning I was able to be given her opinion.
She was mostly positive about it, but she pointed out that some of the shorter entries weren't very interesting, and fair enough - if not much happens in the day then there isn't much I can write about. I'm hardly going to record every word of a conversation to bulk out a page in my journal.
As we trekked across the frozen slopes, past Lanua's furthest reach into the wilderness, and, as I'd predicted, down into a valley, we both tried to think of a way to make the dull days more interesting to write and read about.
It was the afternoon when we came up with a solution. What if I write about something else on those days? There are many stories that the Teeluw people tell that are unknown to the people of Old Traders' Village. If the life of Esunai is mundane, I will tell the story of Drass the assassin, or Kraet the seer, or Ilaeryol the farmer.
I won't tell a story about one of them today though; it has been a long a difficult path between camps, across unpleasant terrain. We both need to sleep ready for tomorrow. It looks like we'll start heading upwards again before the day is out.
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