Aakusti seems to be quite adamant in the belief that if he waits long enough, I shall change my mind about marrying him. As much as I keep trying to convince him otherwise, he either does not wish to believe it or refuses to. I find this to be mildly vexing.
We have talked much over the last few days and, as it stands, we are no closer to reaching an accord. He finds it outlandish and ridiculous that I would deny the wishes of the elders in this matter and I find it highly disturbing and more than a little nonsensical that he, or anyone else, would think that I would agree to this. I have a mind of my own, a heart of my own, and I shall not allow others to make such an important decision for me.
Still, I have agreed to one thing.
It would seem that he has been tasked with going to Forochel to speak to the cheiftain of the Lossoth. I know not why or on what matter, but I do know that Aakusti has never before been to that land. He does not know it or its many and varied dangers. So much there could see him killed, either through inattention or misunderstanding, and that I cannot allow; not when I can aid him. I have been there before. I recall the land and its people. I also recall the road to Suri-Kyla. Without a guide he will surely perish, but with one he stands a much better chance of completing this mission.
He has given his word to me that once this journey is done, I will return to Bree-land in the same way that I departed; as a free and unwed woman. To question him openly about this would impune his honour, but I cannot help privately doubting this decision. The history of our people, after all, is built on bloodshed and deciet. Whilst the Trev Gallorg wish to change this legacy in some ways, I have never been too certain how far they are willing to go to leave behind the shackles of their collective past.
I do not dare trust him; not so soon. Still, I gave him my promise and thus I will lead him to where he must go, I shall remain wary, however.
