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17 July 2011 @ 09:34 pm
I have a question, actually, if anyone here would like to humor an old woman.

I'd like to hear your stories about traveling far from home. Not a three day trip to the market in the city, no. Journeys that have taken weeks or longer, preferably. What was the worst part of the experience, and the best, I suppose, and would you do it again?

I can't imagine that sort of thing being anything but unpleasant, miserable, even, so perhaps your stories can convince me otherwise.
Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
17 July 2011 @ 09:49 pm
[Filter: Dairanne, in Atsirian]

I ... it occurred to me, today, that I never sent word concerning everything we were discussing, before. I -- would still like to meet, I would, but ... with the situation the way it is, I cannot say when I could. I do apologize, but everything is so ...

It wouldn't be seemly to make any social calls, now, and -- honestly, it's been awful. Everything is so awful. I'm sure it's no better for you and the rest of the courtiers, it's so awful that it feels entirely inappropriate to seem anything but miserable in the wake of it, and -- I'm sure you know. I knew him, did you know that? Did I ever talk about that? I knew Lord Matthew, and I am certain he was innocent, and I cannot believe everyting that has happened has happened.
Mood: indescribableindescribable
17 July 2011 @ 11:16 pm
[Filter: Private]

T stood at the edge of the cliff, looking into the tumultuous seas below. There was an old legend in this town, a fanciful tale of tragic young lovers leaping to their death from this very place. T had heard the story many times but could still not believe it could be true. Especially standing where he was, seeing and hearing the waves crash upon the rocks.

But he did understand in the ideas behind it. T knew legends were so very often based on truth, truth then buried by everything else. That, he could believe in.
Eudora of Fairen
17 July 2011 @ 11:21 pm
[Filter: Private]

I think I might actually be forgetting what it was like without Leana and Hilary and Cameryn being here. It seems almost natural, at least to me.

But my dear husband definitely sees things differently. There must be some way in which I could help get rid of them. Yes, there is a way, I just haven't been able to think of it quite yet. But I will.