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Zahra
16 April 2011 @ 01:10 am
[Atsirian]

Hello!
Look at our wares!
Perfume
Soap
Candle
New from Kanemoria!

[Trade]

I hope I got that all right! I want to help sell things when we get to Atsiria so I've gotta practice saying all of that!
 
 
Mood: determineddetermined
 
 
Nerida of Allba
16 April 2011 @ 02:17 pm
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Hm, I wonder about this husband of mine, sometimes. There are days where he is wonderful and all I adore about him, and then there are days where he simply ... isn't here. I do not know what to do then, and I don't think I will ever know. He will say that it is none of my concern, but if something hurts him, upsets him, how could I not be concerned?

Ah, well, I have years to find an answer to this. And there will be years.

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Ah, would it be unladylike to admit that I have not a fair talent for embroidery? Or knitting? The deftness required is something I have had to practice for years, and it is still nothing as wonderful as what, say, Lady Vivien could produce with her eyes closed. But I suppose that means I can appreciate a work more than I would if I knew I could do better~
 
 
Mood: worriedworried
 
 
Lawrence
16 April 2011 @ 02:26 pm
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The Moon Festival seems to be constantly on my mind. Something else that keeps me awake at night. I think I have worried more for the effect it had on Kail and Celeste than it had on me.

What will Celeste see this time? What if we are close to something ... magical, and she falls into that wakeless sleep again? Whose help could we call on then? And the anniversary is only days away after that.
 
 
Mood: worriedworried
 
 
Constance
16 April 2011 @ 02:36 pm
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I should be happy. I am finally on my way to see my family, and my childhood home. Rylan and Cerise are expecting a child at long last. Such joyous news. I should be happy.

And yet ... it is as Mother says. My flaw, my curse. I can only think of the unhappy things that could happen. What would be more painful: to be barren and long for a child of your own, or to have that child taken after long years of hope and prayer? I cannot think of such things. They may come true, and then what can I say?