I walked into the Main Hall a few hours ago, and there was a feast going on.

But it was a feast from years ago.

How did I know this? Because my my mother was there.

I'm not sure I loke having that happen... I mean, seeing Mother again...it's...well...difficult to describe.

I wish she was still here, Father wouldn't be the mess he is if she were. Morgana would probably be here too.

And these are the sorts of thoughts I hate thinking too much about.

Stupid multiverse.

The Camelot Guards continue to disappoint, for example they wouldn't train today, they insist the snow was too deep. Too deep?! Ridiculous! It's just snow anyway! This is really a most pathetic showing.

Speaking of the snow, I went out after dinner to take a look at the training grounds. The snow was hardly above one's ankles. If you can't run in that...

Needless to say I discovered some children were at least fully capable of getting around in the snow because the snow people Guinevere and I made yesterday had been thoroughly destroyed. Fortunately I also happened to run into Ashley, one of the new servants in the kitchens who helped me rebuild them. Snow me may be slightly taller than before, but you know...it's the thought that counts right?

I can't quite get my mind off yesterday...I...it just it seemed so real. I met a younger version of my father thanks to this strange multiverse thing...perhaps it's not such a stretch to believe...

I just wish I could see her again.