Twentisecond of Harvest, 189th Greensfounding
My Dear Diary,

I must beg the pardon of whomever reads this, as it will probably be unpleasant. Unpleasant seems the word best fit to describe my current mood.

~~Yesterd~~ ~~t~~ The evening before last, I was expecting to spend another lovely set of hours with Cloudshield. We'd made arrangements, that is. I admit these arrangements were vague; I had little idea what she had planned, but there were arrangements in place nevertheless. ~~And~~

To my very unpleasant surprise, such arrangements didn't occur as planned. Nor did they occur at all. I haven't heard a word, or seen a hair of Cloudshield, since. Not that I can't go two days without hearing from her. I'm not codependent! I'm just bothered that she didn't ~~attempt~~ make any effort to inform me att all.

~~No, instead she just leaves me here, and I try for an entire day to get a glimpse of her and don't see her. It's as if she's vanished from Greenstable entirely, which is virtually impossible. I stopped short of going to her workplace because I'm not fond of rebukes and I thought perhaps her superiors were ang~~

It has just occurred to me that this may indeed be the result of our actions previously, atop the guard tower. Perhaps she has been forbidden from speaking to me for a time by her superiors in the Border Guard. I'm uncertain as to how this could occur, but it certainly seems more likely than a sudden and otherwise inexplicable apathy towards me.

I haven't seen her since that night, save for a few brief moments where she came to make the arrangements I mentioned previously. This took place three days prior, two days following our encounter atop the tower.

Oh dear, I'm accidentally rhyming things now. How... Pleasant.

Perhaps, then, I'd benefit from a visit to the Guardship? At the very least, I could confirm my suspicions, which are seeming likelier and likelier with each passing moment. After all, why would she so suddenly decide to bring and end to our relationship? From an intellectual perspective, it seems more unlikely than the sudden and irrevocable end of my existence via lightning strike. After all, the pesasi have no vendetta against me, and neither does Cloudshield.

Unless...

Perhaps I was not permissive enough. Perhaps she desired more physical attentions from me, and I did not allow her to proceed as far as she desired atop the tower. Perhaps my favours, in that respect, were not nearly as pleasant as she'd anticipated.

Perhaps I ought to have let her have her way with me as absolutely as she desired...

Now I am unsure. Certainly, her superiors might be angered by our actions, if indeed they are aware of them. However, it now seems equally likely that Cloudshield herself expected more from me, and is angered at being denied as such.

In either eventuality, I believe my course of action must remain the same. I will go to the Guardship and ascertain the true nature of the situation. From there, I will either... ~~beg her to apologise to~~ request that she apologise to her superiors, or apologise to her myself, depending of course on which of my hypotheses is, in fact, true. Yes, and I think if I must apologise to her, I shall surprise her in her bedroom. I believe that will successfully communicate that I honestly did not intend to deny her access to whatever she desired.

Forever and Irrevocably Hers,
Flamehearth

Author's Note

This was perhaps the most enjoyable chapter to actually compose thus far. It's very interesting, getting into Flamehearth's mindset, especially when he thinks differently from how I would.