Life seems to have grown tired of throwing me curves in the road, at least for now. Everything's in a relative calm, though Commander Stormchaser of the Pegasi is still pitching fits over one thing or another. The king seems capable of handling the situation on his own though, so I won't deem it my place to intervene. Rain isn't exactly avoiding me, but she has her own set of duties to worry about, so we haven't had the opportunity to speak again. Though I feel that everything that we have to say to one another can be communicated in a stare: our intense flurries of emotion, translated through a gaze. Truly magical.
Speaking of magic, I've begun work on my teleportation spell. And based on information in the various books I've read, I'm not the first to try. Not surprisingly, every attempt prior to mine has ended in agonizing failure. By agonizing, I mean deadly. As in death. Because every wizard who has attempted a spell of this sort has wound up dead, one way or another. Not encouraging statistics, but hey, if I can accidently create a spell that makes it so that I don't have to sleep, I'm sure I can teleport. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?
Rain's notes: Death.