4th day of the Fifth Hand of the Month of Se'Var (10) in the Year 10,157 CA

I believed that it would be a typical Schendi day for me. A walk around the plantation with my brother Camarius, to survey the growing plants all around us, as well as the cocoa trees that were signalling their ripeness for harvesting. A day to be amongst the grinding of spices in my shop, Moonlight Whispers Spice and Herbal Enterprises. But it was not such a day. It was a day I met Xanthippe Vogt, a merchant of clothing and seamstress notions in a nondescript garden, when I took a break away from my tedium. The first noticeable thing about her was the color of her eyes, which were breathtaking glacier ice. The second was that the woman was as tall as my younger sister, Azuri. But it was in those eyes, so much could be seen. Not just by Xan, but by myself. Eyes that had lived through horror and chaos. The same eyes that I saw in my own looking glass every day. We were kindred spirits, she and I. Simple talk led to deeper discussion, mistrust led to baring one's soul before each other. I taught her a fun game of tossing daggers, and being a man I cannot say her creamy white skin wasn't unnoticeable, nor was her blush when I spoke to her of personal things, or gave a offhand compliment. I tend to be very sincere when it comes to my compliments, and she appreciated that after a life of feeling unworthy of such. I found out that she had a good arm for tossing daggers, and that she would be going to the faire as well. Xan promised to hold my secrets dear to her, as I have done the same with her own. She also promised to come to Schendi for a visit at my Estate. I had asked her over a midday meal at The Belled Kajira, a little hole in the wall place I discovered upon my travels where the food and conversation are good. I don't know what possessed me my journal, but I found her irresistable, and just had to have one kiss before I reluctantly left her behind to return to Schendi. Even though it was through the layers of veil, it was well worth the effort. I think it also caught her off guard. But the kiss sealed the promises made. We shall see what the outcome brings, whether she does come to my home or not, I still know that she is one of the few people that think of me as a child, and sees me as a man instead. A proud, Gorean man.