Oh! Mon! Dieu! Finally food! Truly edible food! Breakfast – and all of it was lovely, I couldn't stop myself. As ladylike as I normally am, I made a complete feast of it. And somewhere between Luigi's attempts at theft from my plate and my third pastry something weird overtook me and I had a vision. My great grandfather stood before me, distorted and enchained, his quavering voice told me it was my job to become a hero. A hero to save the world. Well most of the civilized world anyway. He bade me to become the hero needed to save Montaigne, Castille and Eisen. All of them – the fate of which rests in my hands. I questioned how that could be done and if we really needed all of them but he grew angry and his countenance grew even darker. He warned me that should I fail, grandmama would write me out of my inheritance and leave me penniless. And just like that, a moment later I was back to the dining table with tears trickling down my cheeks.
I managed to subdue my snuffling long enough to finish my meal, at the end of which the butler asked if we would need some food packed for our hunt later today, to which I responded with a resounding, "yes!" Wolfie's mother continued to try to engage me but I was wary since her last inspection of my teeth and we continue in our struggle to find a common language so I mostly just nodded and smiled at her.
Shortly thereafter, Alexis reported to me that someone was messing with our minds and that he had received a visitation from his dead mother. I stiffened but didn't tell him of my visitor and was relieved when we were interrupted with a call to the hunt.
Stahl took some time to provide instruction on the use of firearms and I paid particular attention, intent on practicing as much as I could during this outing. When we reached the gardens of our intended hunt we spied an enormous rabbit like those from the tales of fairie. Only instead of taking aim, Wolfie approached the creature with some vegetation and spoke to it. I know not what exchange they had but he must have offended it as others came streaming out of their warrens and attacked him. We engaged in a quick flurry of exchanges but they seemed to have done quite a bit of damage to Wolfie before the field was washed with their blood. We returned with the makings of a magnificent supper. I couldn't wait.
Before falling asleep that night I reviewed Pepere's strange visitation. Careful consideration made me all the more determined to win back Grandmama's affection. If that means I have to pretend to care about the little people so be it.
We prepared for more travel and departed, but not before my handmaidens presented their fine handywork having fashioned a lovely hat from the dire-rabbit carcasses we returned with previously.
Day 938 – Rain.
Day 939 – Rain.
Rain, but we finally arrived at our destination – not that it looks any different than any place we've passed in the last three days. As something of a surprise, we came across our old friend MacLeod. The gentleman had been fighting monsters in this region and his presence was a bright interlude on an otherwise dreary day. But we pressed on as Wolfie was eager to get to his uncle's home. Wolfie presented and introduced us to him, then saw us escorted to our rooms. I looked forward to the opportunity to freshen my appearance before joining the scheduled revelries to celebrate the man's birthday.
I have found that despite their dreary countryside, abject poverty, and abnormally overcast weather the Eisen peoples, even the uncouth peasantry, have the ability to set it all aside and throw a resoundingly enjoyable party. It will have no refinement but all those in attendance will have a good time and this gathering was no different. I only partook of a glass of water before I felt completely a part of it all. I felt completely carefree and enjoyed myself wholeheartedly. I even found Wolfie's Uncle's people to be educated and charming. I had a lovely time and Hanz and Wolfie caught up with me to deliver a fine bottle of German sparkling wine. It in no way compares to our finer vintages but was a perfectly passable attempt. Hanz continued to occupy my attentions with the occaisional word or two from Wolfie and slowly the revelry of the party began to fall away and I found myself more somber. I even found myself remembering the unpleasant visitation of my pepere and no longer took much pleasure in the company so I sought to retire early and recover from our long travels.