19th Light beneath the tenth Moon

3761 Cycles beyond the Dark

722 Years after the Repentance

Entry: 1/005

Dear self,

I think those Quislings got us better than we had thought. I woke up this morning hanging from a tree in the garden outside, chilled to the bone. It’s a wonder I didn’t fall from the boughs in my sleep. Anora might be a powerful adept but she is still inexperienced with affluent magic, and it is no wonder she missed a few smaller details with her tendency to avoid delicate work. I’ll need to see a professional to figure out how many lingering suggestions are still nudging me around.

There isn’t really anyone like that nearby, so I’ll just have to deal with whatever happens while waiting for Mum to come home and hopefully she can handle it.

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Following this I went around doing the groundskeeping. Funnily enough I seem to have forgotten all about the house chores before now so that just another suggestion of impaired cognition, undoubtedly. People wonder why they call it illusory magic, but if you’ve ever had your mind invaded you would know how illusory our perception of the world truly is. Illusions are more than just tricks of the light and hypnotic imagery. I prefer to work glamours personally; delving the mind is not in among my strengths.

Firstly there are the house sprites that need feeding. They gather around this region with the other sprites, mostly because of aunt Ekelyn’s claim over the land but we need to bribe them with cream and sweet treats to get their help around the house and in the garden. The garden luckily has survived without permanent harm. The Anadlerut sprouts lost a few leaves but will recover before we have need of it. I had to remove a few swelterwort weeds sprouting despite the encroaching cold and burnt my hand when one of them spontaneously burst into fire. I found an abandoned burrow nearby filled with a few embers dotting its interior and surrounded by an area of unusual warmth. Something was likely looking for a place to hibernate through the coming winter. The hole was only half dug so it was still deciding on where to nest and might have been chased off by the pixies. I collected the embers in a warded jar, so the swelterwort will die off soon unless I missed another source of fire aspect somewhere.

Hope we fare well.

Regards,

Me.

~*M*~