May 28th, 1886
Today was very progressive. The sheriff is named Thomas O’Halloran. He was born in Oklahoma before his family made their way to New Mexico. He has only been sheriff here a few years. Eventually he intends to move to Kansas. He told me all of this over a drink.
I’m not sure what changed and why he suddenly decided it was okay to share this information, but I feel closer to him. The entire town seemed to ease. Friendly smiles met me at every turn. I even received a few friendly greetings.
I received several free gifts from different owners in the community. I’m staring at what looks like the most amazing bottle of gocek. It’s a golden brown, almost yellow. From my experience with gocek, especially Bora’s gocek, the lighter the color the better. I smelled the content of the bottle and nearly wept. When I say Bora made gocek, this bottle reminded me of his in more than just looks.
One of the ladies who works in the bakery even offered me a free cake. I declined. It was just too much. She was hurt at first, but I suggested a slice of the cake instead of the whole cake and she brightened up. It was odd. Oscar was a thought in my mind and apparently he is fairly dashing. It’s nice not having all of the aches and pains of age.
Perhaps all of this change involves time, or my intentions have been deduced. I didn’t feel the telltale sign of a new silver dragon touching my mind. Even a careful one would have produced a very slight tingle. No this could just be a matter of time.
It’s odd that this seems to have coincided with the sheriff as well. Between all of the friendly gestures and the conversation with Thomas, I did not progress as I thought I would have. I wanted to dig deeper with him.
Though, now that I look at these pages, I wonder whether I’m the only one who has viewed them? Is it possible someone came into my room and read my journal? Is the whole town aware…there’s a blue light outside the window like someone is using magic.