I miss my children terribly. On many occasions I will grow weepy over the emptiness of the house. It is the quiet time of the vineyard so the work is not enough to fully absorb me. I haven't heard from Max with a report of how they are doing. I worry over Madeline, I am concerned that young Max me feel a bit lost without Aris. Regarding Maxine, I am concerned for Max having to deal with her moodiness of puberty or perhaps I should enjoy that he is getting his own taste of it!
I have not seen or heard from Lucian in quite a while. Perhaps he has no interest in me visiting Destiny Point any longer. I am not sure what to make of what we are when we speak. At times it feels odd. With Dawson I know exactly what he sees when he looks at me. Perhaps that is the confusion with the Scribe. I do not know what he sees when he looks at me while we speak. I probably will never know, his absense is noted.
I am not sure what status the trip to Bazi is in right now. I have not the chance to speak to Dawson yet he is never far away from me. I am ready.
The side that does not miss her children is very much at peace and rather enjoying this new bit of what life has to offer.
I have been invited to a picnic and await to hear from Chimene on when it is. It is something I am looking forward to.
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