Turia

Seasickness has always been an issue with me, but the recent Thassan trip was less eventful than normal. I was dubious about wearing the copper wristlets the vendor sold to me at the Genesian Port before we raised sails, but they seemed to have done the trick. I cannot say why that is the case, only that I vomited just twice in the several hands we were at sea. I was a bit queasy a good deal of the time, of course, but nothing so bad as to be unmanageable. In any case, it is still a relief to put sandals to Terra Firma. While I am decidedly ambivalent about visiting Turia, I understand that is mostly due my city-centric leanings toward Ar. Turia is, after all, the 'Ar of the South.' No one, not even Turians, would harbor the foolish notion that Ar is the 'Turia of the North,' or any other such nonsense. Noemi's excitement at the prospects of Turian luxury - shopping, cuisine, bath houses, etcetera, will ultimately be the source of my own enjoyment. A man likes to see his woman stimulated, eager, and alive. Also, from a large city like Turia, it will be easier to correspond with Vesutto about the property in Venna and the status of my stage productions in various cities. The last message indicated an imminent Thentian run of Agamedes. One caveat - I will have to keep a firm hand on Tasta's leash, as she has already noted the indulgent Turians tend to be soft and meaty. It is disconcerting to see the monster lick her lips at the sight of a fat fellow's calves.