Maybe things aren’t so bad

Tonight was interesting - and a bit unexpected.  In a good way, though. 

I spent a good part of the night being torn limb from limb by mobs of trolls in the hot, sticky beast of a jungle called Stranglethorn.  After I had sufficiently pushed my limits and worn myself to the point of exhaustion, I met up with Ysabelle. 

We went to a little spot I had discovered earlier in the night – a cliff overlooking a pair of waterfalls.  The view was amazing and, having put a safe distance between us and the appetites of the predators lurking on the forest floor, we were able to kick back and relax.  The cool breeze was a welcome change from the stagnant blanket of torridity that the jungle is known for.   Had Ysabelle been able to stay there through the night, I feel I may have been able to sleep peacefully for the first time in a long time.

We spent a good deal of time talking, but before long she did have to leave.  Before she left, she gave me a kiss that rekindled that bit of hope I thought had just about died.  Things may not turn out quite the way I wanted them to, but at least now I know how she feels.  Perhaps that will be enough.