Lily's Memoirs

The Wedding Planner

It’s something of a shame that the cultural side to Puddleby has fallen to such disarray. My old clan, Eghorus Rising, was meant to promote non-hunting, mostly cultural events. Wouldn’t a wedding be a cultural event?

What matters more? A personal disdain or the greater good?

A wedding was meant to occur last night, and it did not. One who is proving to be unreliable in many ways was meant to officiate. It may have gone on if said individual had shown up. And after all the effort the Bride had gone to trying to schedule it.

I quite like the Bride, and so I have once again found myself in the position of ‘Wedding Planner.’ At least this wedding proves to be simpler than Swanky’s. It might actually happen, even!

I suppose what bothers me most is that despite what I felt my old clan stood for, the still-member not only did nothing to assist, but seemed to really be uncaring one way or the other. It may be a bit strong, but I’m not sure they actually should be wearing that clan symbol if that is their attitude. Then again, they’ve been quite busy and perhaps just don’t have the energy. It still feels quite wrong to me, in the end.

I may have taken up issue were I still a member, but the fact is, I’m not. I don’t have a say in who wears that symbol anymore, or what it stands for.

The Frustration of Waiting

I finally put all of the pieces together, and I am almost done with my own personal puzzle. I wait for feedback from a friend and mentor, and he has stated he is taking this very seriously, given how important it is to me.

I will be glad when it’s over. When the puzzle is truly finished, and I stand back to watch what happens. It’s been a relatively stressful few seasons as I’ve worked through this. I have even gotten comments as to how I am not around as much, yet I feel I am as active, if not more so, than ever.

I may see about taking a vacation to Peaceton once all is said and done. I’m just so tired.