In all the years I have known Marius, I have never seen him so enraged as he was last hand. I'm not sure that anyone else knew exactly how much of this was hidden beneath a mask, either. For he let surface just a mere glimpse of the rest of the iceberg that lay below, unseen. The weight of it pains me, as I am the indirect cause of his displeasure.
Marius came and left, just like that. Left me behind for the sum total of two-weeks. I do not know whether he is even on the island. And that in itself depresses me severely. Already four days have passed since he left and I feel myself slipping away into the throes of melancholy a little deeper with each passing day. I should look forward with hope that I will recover fully and play my Kalika again. But hope is a fickle thing.
The Magician commented, as she glanced out the window with me upon the overcast grey sky pregnant with constant drizzle, that I am the cause of the lack of sunshine these past few days. Although, I do not think my mood disturbs her all that much.
She says that I am the Rainmaker.
For once, I think I believe her.
