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27 July 2011 @ 12:24 am
[Filter: Lydia]

Figure it's fair to give you a heads up since it'd be against the spirit of this whole thing if I didn't. I put your Festival of Leaves gift in the mail today, hoping it's going to reach you in time. Pretty good risk that it's going to be there before the day itself though. And it's not my name on it, either. You'll know who it's from when you see it, but your family's not going to know. Figure that's for the best.

Know it's a lot harder to do something like that on your end, so I'm not expecting anything myself. Still, didn't think it was fair not to give you a shot at it if it was possible. Not going to say no if you can manage it.
27 July 2011 @ 01:05 am
Ugh. I never thought I could hate a job as much as this and they're barely even payin me enough to eat let alone pay back what I owe. Then that asshole has the nerve to tell me he's gonna charge me more for every day I can't pay him back! I'm hot. I'm tired. My arms are killin me. What kinda idiot thinks it's a good idea to put a girl like me movin boxes in and out of a damn cart all day. At least let me sell things for you. I bet you anything I'd do better than your ugly mug ever would. Least I have a decent bed to sleep in and finally got a nice bath.
Mood: draineddrained
27 July 2011 @ 03:05 am
[Filter: Private, in Kilian]

I know what he was trying to say, that time.

I don't want to. But I do.

[Filter: Jonathan, in Kilian]

That was the strangest thing I've ever seen.

I've never seen anything like that ... that construct. It was some sort of artifact, that much I could tell, but beyond that ... I don't think I've ever see anything so complex. Did you feel how ... how you had to direct your magic? It was almost like following ... following a winding pathway.

I don't know much about artifacts. It was never the area my family studied. We were never interested in them ... but I could tell it was something very powerful. And the room, and the hidden door, and the winding staircase ...

There's something else I realized, too. About the castle. The White Knife.
Mood: listlesslistless
Lord Hasten of Lireth
27 July 2011 @ 04:58 am
[Filter: Private]

Dragons, this is ridiculous.

I feel -- I feel like --

I see her everywhere. Everytime something moves in the corner of my eye, I'm certain that it's her. She's come, she's making her move. It's gotten absolutely pathetic. Do I fear she will try to attack me. I am the Lion of Lireth. Could I not easily defeat a skinny, desperate girl. Why do I look for her in the shadows?

But I can't stop. I shouldn't stop. What else am I to do. Amaeyra begs me with her eyes to take part in the preparations for Fartgus's wedding. She so badly wants nothing to come of this. Her happy ending is Elthea simply vanishing into the night, free, unchained, and leaving us in peace. She doesn't want to hear that it will never happen, could never happen. As for the others, Mother, Cate -- Cathleen, now, Fartgus, Auntie ... none of them understand what is happening. They see me tense, they see me on edge, and they just see Hasten, unpleasable and distant as ever. Maybe I have earned that reputation, but that does not mean

And my wife. And my daughters. My daughters, especially. Mae ... she is so ... beautiful. A perfect little girl who looks up at me out of my face with my eyes, and sees a hero Amaeyra painted for her. She is so desperate for a father, and ... I am so desperate to give that to her. And yet ...

This life ...

How can I give myself to it? There is so much still left to do. Elthea is still out there. Lord Nicolas has left me be for almost suspiciously long. And there are the refugees, and Fartgus's wedding, and all the matters of the House that have gone to rot while I was away playing the Lion. There is so much still to do, so much I need to finish. How am I supposed to be what Amaeyra silently pleads with me to be when I am sitting on a house of cards?

We can't all find bliss in ignorance, Amaeyra. I am not you.
Mood: blahblah
Celeste of Franel
27 July 2011 @ 05:24 am
[Filter: Private]

Is ... is this what Danu wanted us to find? A ... a strange man made of aurae in a strange underground ... warren? It's ...

It's so strange ... ah, and ... and not like her. Didn't she say that she hated games and riddles? This ... this looks like the very soul of games and riddles. I ... perhaps ... ah ...

In ... in some ways ... I ... ... I really feel as if I know her. I ... it's strange, and I can't explain it, but ... but those things that I can still remember, the things that keep just getting clearer ... the man dying, the mist, the ... the song ... it's as if Danu is somehow ... somehow tied into that. To that ... that ...

... ah.

... I still ... I shouldn't even try to write about any of that, not yet. It's still ... it's still too ... ah, misty, I suppose. Nothing I can try to put together makes any sense ...

[Filter: Lauren]

Lauren, you ... you'd never believe where I am, right now ...
Mood: restlessrestless
Lady Isanae of House Lireth
27 July 2011 @ 06:18 am
Now that the preparations are finalized, I feel that I should announce for the sake of our hosts in Lireth that House Emeron plans to depart here Saturday. The recent summer storms have likely taken a toll on the roads, but I cannot imagine the journey could take longer than the two weeks we had expected.

As for myself, I find I have little left to do at the last minute. If anyone would like my help, I would be glad to offer it.
27 July 2011 @ 05:16 pm
[Filter: Private]

All that, and I never found them.

It doesn't seem fair, does it? I spent months scouring the entire city of Rechesa, following every bit of information I could find about them, and still ... still ...

... they didn't die in the riots. I know that much for sure. I may not know what happened to them, since, but they survived the worst of it. That means that they're out there, that means that they're fine. Father's probably hitting his bottle and complaining about the government meddling in Rechesa affairs like they always do, and Mother is just ... ignoring him, giving him that look, making her little comments about what the Clerics would do, what the government in Kilia is like, how much it involves the people ...

They're fine. I don't need to see them to know that they're fine. The next time -- and there'll definitely be a next time -- I'm in Rechesa, I'll find them, then. By then, I'm sure they'll have thought to go back to the old house and let the neighbours know where they are. So I can find them.

They probably didn't even think I'd be looking for them. After all, it's been

[a pause]

It's just so ... stupid. When you look so damned hard for so damned long, you should be able to find anything you're looking for. You shouldn't just And ...

I really would have liked to have talked to them.

Who knows when I'll be back?
Mood: blahblah
27 July 2011 @ 06:21 pm
[Filter: Private]

Can she handle going back to the farm, though? The city scared her, but I would imagine she enjoyed getting away from all the memories. ...then again, she is older than Tina and I. Maybe she's just learned to live with it by now. Dad was a part of her life for a long time, and maybe she still treasures the good memories with him? I mean, I'm sure they had some.

...maybe someday I'll be ready to visit the farm again. Maybe...
Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
Helene of Karnach
27 July 2011 @ 06:24 pm
[Filter: House Karnach, in Atsirian]

We should be to Aeda very soon, and we're going to take the fastest ship home. Rhosie, Ethne, could you possibly have dragons waiting for us at Kavan, please?

[Filter: Private, in Atsirian]

I'm sorry, Dentoria. You were beautiful and amazing, but...they need me more back home. Maybe someday...no, I can't be thinking of such fanciful things now, this is more important.
Mood: sadsad