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03 February 2011 @ 11:09 pm
[Filter: Private]

Putting my fate into the hands of someone little more than a stranger is an uncomfortable feeling. With Dagda it was always a fate we were sharing and one that we both had some semblance of control over. Now, I must rely completely on another and I have nothing I can do but put my trust into her that everything is as she says.

Lyonesse's magic is disconcerting at best. I thought I must be crazy for thinking that this plan would work, but after seeing her abilities for myself I have little doubt. The image she put into my head was as real to me as anything I could have imagined, and I cannot help but wonder if she has used such abilities before. How would I know? I suppose that it once again comes down to trust.

Next time we are alone I should make it a point to see what sort of facade would be appropriate for her to use that would fool my father. He is the most important. As long as he does not suspect anything, how can anyone question him? Of course it will have to be good enough that my Mother and Ruseia would not question as well. With the use of a mirror I see no reason that she cannot cast her illusion upon me, so that I may see it for myself. My first instinct is that it should be Dentorian. I could never pass as Atsirian, and no one would believe a man of my education would be a mercenary from Kanemoria or Hanalan.

Then there is, of course, the problem that Lyonesse keeps reminding me of. My voice will fool no one and all attempts to remedy that have not gone well. There is only so long that I can play the strong silent type before people begin to ask questions.

[Filter: Sir Elden]

I am most certain that this will sound like something completely out of the blue, but with little else to think about but my wounds and the cold my mind has been wandering as of late. Since I have met you I have been completely unable to place where precisely you are from. Dagda swears that I am imagining things, but I cannot help but think your accent changes with everyone you converse with.
Mood: contemplativecontemplative
03 February 2011 @ 11:38 pm
[Filter: Private]

I am doing my best to keep up with Father's treatment to the best of my abilities, but oh how I wish I could have spent more time studying herbs and medicines at the convent. If it were not for finding Father Phelan's notes I would be completely lost. It was so kind of him to leave them so that the next healer that arrives could find them, but what a strange place they were in. Had I not been looking I would have easily missed them.

It is going to take me a long time to sort through these. There is no order to these what so ever, and all of this short hand might as well be a foreign language. At least his most recent medicine recipe was right on top.

[Filter: Public]

This riding cloak is simply wonderful. It is so light and airy, and yet I swear it goes with my entire wardrobe. Of all the outfits that Mother helped pick out, it is easily my favorite. The girls at the convent are going to be so jealous when they see it, and I know it is simply awful of me to think that way but I just cannot help it. I love it way too much.
Mood: thankfulthankful