Post by Ishida Ichiro on Apr 16, 2012 15:57:47 GMT -6
3 April. 6:15:45. Afternoon.
Father has commenced preparation for his trip to Cairo later this month. In his absence I shall maintain the peace and safety of our home town.
I worry about him. He was originally against making the trip himself--it took a good deal of cajoling to persuade him. A business trip to Cairo is often little more than a glorified vacation if rumours hold credence, and he is in desperate need of some small repose from the stresses of Order business. Before now he has taken days off for few occasions: my graduation, birthdays, things of that sort.
It gives me a sense of honour that even when he works his hardest he will never be the father of those stories--the distant father, the father always absent from a child's graduation, their preschool play, their birthday. I may be considered lucky, to have a father so dedicated to every task including parenting. I suppose I am.
I do feel some touch of apprehension as the date approaches. To finally take the reins and do as my father has for so long...I haven't his charisma or quiet empathy, this is certain. It may be that I am not fit for this role...
Yet if that is the case then so be it. No matter my limitations I shall watch over this city with the eyes of a hawk, and I shall pursue perfection.
Ad Alta.
Ad Astra.
Ad Infinitum.
On that note, I have now procured the wall hangings I mentioned last week. Those are the maxims they bear: To the summit, to the stars, to infinity. The artisan whom I spoke with was quite proud of these, bearing each motto in German blackletter along with illustrations in the style of medieval texts. The entire set was embroidered by hand, and admirably so. I have arranged them in ascending order, and so they read thus, looking from top piece to bottom:
Ad Infinitum--Decorated with prim cherubs and sweeping seraphs, reminiscent of the heavens.
Ad Astra--Embroidered with stars of silver and a thin crescent moon.
Ad Alta--A serene mountain side. The effect they give when stacked this way invokes a sense of constant ascent, a perfect addition to my living space. Frivolous spending is not usually in my itinerary, however...I feel I made the correct choice.
I am prepared to leave for my patrol now. I doubt it shall be very eventful, and so I may sit down with you again when it is through.
4 April. 1:31:12. Morning.
An anomalous happening took place while on patrol.
I shall give further details after a night's rest.