Caelith seeks help during Veils End

28th of Selmaren, 7253 - Celebration of Veil’s End
I spoke with Father today. I asked—without asking—if there are times when it is right to set aside our promises, even when we believe in them. He gave me the answer I already knew: it is easy to honor your word when it costs you nothing. It is when the weight threatens to break you that honor matters most.
 
How could I tell him what truly troubles me? He would think I cannot keep faith with my friends. That I cannot carry a secret.
 
So, instead, I spoke to Roland. I asked him about knighthood—about the oath he swore when he was knighted. His oath seemed simpler than the one the Fatebound demanded. He swore to our family. To something known, something trusted.
 
When he pressed me for why I asked, I made up something about Orren and a fictional group, the Shieldbound. Orren founded the order himself, and he has been recruiting others to join him. He is serious about it—serious, brave, and so certain of his path. I told him I was wondering if I should join as well. I think Roland was proud of me for asking. Perhaps he thought I would never take anything seriously.
 
I told him that if he escorts Eva and me back to school, he will likely meet Orren on the road. Perhaps I should send Orren a letter—so he is not caught unprepared if Roland questions him.
 
Now, I sit alone in the family graveyard. The sky is cold. The stones are colder.
 
They say the veil between the living and the dead is thin on Veil’s End. So, I tried to summon Grandfather tonight. Surely it wouldn't be breaking my word if I told my dead grandfather and asked for advice.
 
No one answered.
I am cold. I am out of ideas.