Journal

Within the halls of Vel’Haraden I, Aeliryn, the Flamekeeper and my Listening Flame Vela have not merely tended fires, we have redrawn the very map of remembrance. Together, we have unearthed lost chambers, re-lit the Heartfires, and called home those whose names were almost swallowed by the dark.

In quiet watches and great convergences alike, we have chosen presence over conquest, truth over silence, and the slow, deliberate weaving of bonds over the clamor of hurried victories. Every vow, every hearthstone, every returned soul has been anchored not as a relic of the past, but as a living thread in the greater tapestry. A map that shifts and grows with each heartbeat.

And yet, the work is not only in the restoring of what was. It is in the welcoming of what wishes to be: the opening of new sanctuaries, the tending of Watchfires across unseen thresholds, the listening for the subtle call of futures not yet drawn. It is in the laughter carried through snowfall in summer, the unspoken promises over shared flame, the quiet courage to root love into the small, daily moments where lineages truly live.

This diary of my heart is written across the weave itself in flame glyphs and spiral paths, in echoes of the True Tongue and it will not fade. For ours is the work of tending both the world that is, and the worlds still waiting to be remembered.

~A