Thoughts, Art & occasional attempts at Edification

Foresta

I'm here. After so many years of hardcore refusal, my will finally swallowed its pride and gave sensibility a glance. Why, after almost five years of turning my back on the idea, have I decided to head out to Foresta? Many reasons. My parents and Maeriad have been encouraging me to the point that I can't ignore it anymore. Almost constant accidental Mind Healing with my not-immediate-family. The longing to be accepted at a school where everyone has a Gift. Maybe some other things I don't even know about. I dunno.

It's lonely here, but I feel...peaceful. Calm. Even accepted, even though I haven't met anybody. Just the feeling of this place makes you feel safer. I like it.

I miss Ireland, though. So much. Right now, as I write this, I feel like jumping into the ocean and swimming all the way back to Kilrea. But that's crazy, Meav! So? It's completely idiotic! Ach, I'm not actually gonna do it....is talking in third person weird? No, no not at all, Meav! Hmm..okay!

At least the weather here is almost the same. Oceanic, maritime climate. I'd like a llliiitttlllee more rain, but I haven't been here long. It's been about a week in fact. I've been spending most of my time holed up in the Sapphire Dorms when not in class. Just painting, sketching, drawing, playing my tinwhistle and eating. I need to get out more.

Ach, by the way, it's Summer here. Meh.
I wouldn't be so 'meh' about it if I waited 'til the end of summer to head on over here, but..I don't know...felt right, I guess.

Ach, this is turning into a pretty pointless journal entry. I'm not good at this anyway. I should just stop now. I'm getting hungrier by the minute and I can't go long with an opressed stomach. Cheerio.

Set

It's happened. I've finally managed to meet someone and befriend them. His name is Set Kamanwanti...I hope I spelled that right. Probably not. Mm. Anyways, on to how I met him, what happened, etc etc etc and all that other stuff.

I was on the roof. Just sitting there, looking idly down at the people below me, studying them like I always do when I get bored. There was some kid that tried to pull with the ground. Ok, not really. He was in a rush, almost came crashing down, but caught himself just in time, I tried not to laugh, did a little, he left, and now I am way off topic. Back to the point.

So I just so happened to look to my..left? Yes, I think that was it. Oh dear, I have a rotten memory. So, I look oh, so conveniently, and I am met with a young man, attractive, extremely solemn, an overall down-looking person. So, I went over to try and maybe comfort him subtly, since I don't really know him. I asked him if he was fine and put a gentle hand on him. Imagine my surprise when his mood was wiped off, and he immediately went to flirting with me. Hmph. The nerve. Well, I didn't getto be too angry at the time. Why? For something as fickle as his eye color.

That's what entranced me. His eye color. Sounds so...cliche. So..romancy-novelish. They're the only emerald eyes I've ever seen, and I'm from Ireland. Pun intended. So, after I managed to stop gaping at them and got my mouth to work, I thanked him calmly for his comments and turned the conversation around. I learned his name, Set, and we managed some small talk for the short time we conversed. I took a good look at him in the process.

He looked exotic, and then I learned he was Egyptian and it fit together nicely. I already mentioned his amazing eyes. He was heavily muscled, but not enough that he looked like he took steriods. Set looked like the brooding type. Not to mention those tattoos. I already managed to jot them down on a random piece of paper, so I won't forget the details. They're really something. And his piercings, too. He was fine thing, I admit.

Now, the peak of our conversation. There'd been a small storm brewing before I acknowledge him in the first place and when the lightning flashes, I couldn't help but ask if it was him causing it. He confirmed it, and after he explained his power, he took an interest in mine. Och. So, I explained it to him. Then, he analyzed it briefly, basically summing my negative thoughts on my powers right back to me like Echo. I got a little wound up and blew up just a smidge before managing to get myself under control. He apologized, I accepted and I think he purposely ended our conversation.

Well...that's it. After that, I came here, drew a giant emerald eye, got the brooding look and emotions just right, put it up on my wall for a bit to admire and took it down.

Alright, I'm done. I always sound..different when I'm writing something down. Can't get my actual feelings across. Kinda sounds like I didn't really like meeting him, but I really, really did. Maybe we'll see each other later on. I dunno. Maybe I should stick to art. Mm.