From sodapop@maniac.us.itd.umich.edu Date: Thu, 27 Oct 1994 18:51:47 -0400 (EDT) From: Wendi Strang-Frost To: jason's amber Subject: diary Laughter is losing patience with me, but there's nothing I can say to her in front of a crowd. Strange that Fiona would cry over Brand. What she described as worlds of beauty just looked like more shadows to me, except that my Pattern didn't work. That's an aspect of it that I can live without. I guess if my Pattern doesn't work, that must mean we are currently within the bounds of Brand's Pattern. Or so I would assume. We were all split up upon entering this place. Not bad tactics, but I would have expected Fiona to have caught that one before it caught us. Benedict and Mok are still missing. Laughter and Sky seemed to weather their trials, Sky perhaps less awkwardly than Laughter. We are currently waiting for the missing ones. I find my mind drifting back to Amber and how things fair there. I know nothing of Damien, but Benedict seems to place some faith in him. I think perhaps when, or if, we get the jewel back I shall staple it to Random's forehead. One day I shall have to discover why the bauble is so important, or what it's capable of doing so that I can justify its value in my own mind. Yes, you can draw Patterns with it, but what is there after that and a bit of weather-witching? Sky seems to have acquired a winged horse and a fan boy. That girl certainly takes no shit from anyone. I should count myself lucky. The more she can look after herself, the less I will have to. Brand would be clever to go after her, or Laughter. No, Laughter would be the better choice. Then he would have both me and Fiona and Fiona is far more dangerous to him than I could ever be. I should have tried harder to get her to stay in Amber. There are always plenty of should haves and what ifs. Play the hand your dealt. Its all you have.