Transcribed from original document by: ___Suzanne Peshung tiro scribe, Beacon Foundation, Timberdam Branch
October 14, 1935
Had I not already known the bitterness of Siberian winds, these seasons ahead would hold dire surprises.
Why, truly, does anyone willingly travel hear, much less brave the deeper darkness, Winter, the harsh, unmerciful?
Oh yes, I’ve learned quick and easily the answer, and not only is it gold, timber, the raw material resources. There is peace, albeit one of a raw, Primal nature. Nothing can be spared, so nothing can be spoiled.
Life is precious, survival the basic necessity, so what vices there are seduce with less cruelty, heal more than harm … though of course there may yet be pain, and peril.
At the least, this peace serves as mirage well enough to lead us through to Spring, even more so, as here we have Legend Thomas to aid in the illusion.
I mentioned her singing at tavern previously, and she indeed continues this habit. More, she has begun to also tell stories, of her past, or what she might offer as such, as well as fables, even events from the wider world she reads about.
But she also listens, one-to-one conversation, and in groups as well. I would almost swear she speaks with and attends to a different citizen each time I see her.
And before you make assumption, the people are not drawn to her due solely to her attractiveness, though I sense with more than my eyes the lust of the men … even women, as well…
To the point…
Something about Winter which calls forth the tellers of tales. Fellowship in this fashion is what maintains the community. As such, I am crafting designs for something in addition to the tavern for social gathering. Father James agrees, although it takes more and more to motivate him towards projects beyond his sermons, and running the chapel, modest utilitarian structure that it is.
Yes, I would prefer the tavern not be the primary communal center in part due to the Reverend’s frequency there.
I digress. By way of providence, I am not alone in this vision. Albert Magruder has begun funding a variety of projects designed to strengthen the settlement’s infrastructure, as well as attract other business and industrial interest from points near and also beyond. I intend to approach him with my ideas, offer what experience I’ve obtained building communities, establishing relationships, cultivating non-material resources.
Miss Thomas has already done much of this work for me, yet hers is ambition without aim, and I must assist in clarifying her potential.
Father James will be an integral aspect, as perceived spiritual authority, as long as his faith remains steadfast as I’ve witnessed during .. dare I state it … worse times than these.
Lastly, regards relationships, I would work a simple miracle of my own, if only I could, and have Morn Cloud by my side again..
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