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02 September 2011 @ 05:43 am
[Filter: Symeon]

You should keep Linnell confined to her room for another few days, as well. Hopefully by then she'll have learned her lesson.

I know you can handle this while I'm gone. If you don't know what to do, I'll always have my journal with me, and I doubt I'll be so preoccupied I can't write. You're doing well so far with all of this, actually; I'm very impressed.

Just please, Symeon, try to keep your head. I know this is hard for you, but if you panic, it's just going to make things worse.

[Filter: Veirnan except Lian]


I'm going to be flying out for a little while. I'm not sure exactly how long I'm going to be away ... a few weeks at most, I should imagine. I need to make some rounds through a few border towns and check on affairs there, nothing major.

If anything should happen while I'm gone that you need me for, you can write to me. I'll come home at once should there be an emergency, and in the meantime, I'll still be close by.

Linnell, I've spoken to your father, and you'll be let out of your room in a few days if you can behave. There's no reason to keep throwing tantrums anymore, do you understand, and no one in this House will stand for it.

All of you, be good. I won't be long.
Mood: productiveproductive
Malcolm of Sylea
02 September 2011 @ 11:42 am
[Filter: Keane]

If this is going to work, you need to start telling me everything. Even something you think is insignificant, like the fact that our sister is dying, or possibly even dead by now. This is something that it's important for me to know.

Or else just lock me back up because even I can't help you.
Lorcan of Rhia
02 September 2011 @ 06:04 pm
[Filter: Private]

I've really created a mess for you, haven't I, Eriena? I suppose that must be why you've been so scarce, here. I hadn't expected you to be forced to shut down the port ... but I suppose it must have caused a panic.

I'd apologize, if I could. I tried to make it clean. But a man like that, and the rumours that followed him ... people were bound to react badly.

It's so hard to think about the consequences, when ...
Mood: sadsad
02 September 2011 @ 06:24 pm
[Filter: Demi]

Next time you see Inara storming up here with that look on her face, can you do me a favor and tell her that I'm not here?

Dragons, she's tireless. Why does she care so much about who's invited? It's not her birthday!
Mood: annoyedannoyed
Lady Isanae of House Lireth
02 September 2011 @ 07:01 pm
[Filter: Private, in Old High Dentorian]

Are you enjoying yourself, sister? Now imagine what he would be like, were you married. Trust me, those unsettling looks, those lingering little touches -- that's subtle, for Tarmon.

Disgusting pig. Gallivanting about as though Lireth is just another little plaything, for him, filled with toy soldiers he can order about the way he likes so well. And no one can refuse him, as he knows perfectly well. Nothing he's demanded has been beyond his rights. I swear, if I never heard the word rights uttered by him again, it will be too soon. Oh, and he's so pleased with himself, he can't even be bothered to see how much everyone here hates him.

At least he's shut up about his missing purse.


[there's a pause before the writing resumes]

I should ... write down my thoughts, shouldn't I? After being home for so long, one would think that I would have more to say. That I might chronicle what has changed and what hasn't, and ... oh, I don't know. Reminisce, perhaps. Wonder how things might have been different. What if Tarmon had married Amaeyra? Would our positions be reversed? Her with a son of her own and me raising Hasten's daughters for him, hah. That's a thought. Perhaps they'll give their next daughter my old room. I'm surprised it hasn't been delegated out, already, to be perfectly honest.

I miss ... the idea of home. Not all of this. This is Hasten's Lireth, and I never had a place here. Just as well. And --

[a pause]

Dragons, and I wish Francisca and Canti would stop --

[Filter: Canti and Francisca, in Trade]

You know, I do hate to interrupt the thrilling conversation you two are engaged in, there, but a thought just occured to me. We've been in Lireth for quite some time, now, and I've hardly had a chance to show the two of you around at all. I do like to think I still know the city well enough; perhaps you'd like to join me for an outing?
Mood: annoyedannoyed
02 September 2011 @ 07:05 pm
[Filter: Inara]

Hey there, Drama Queen ~

I heard you stopped by, earlier?
Mood: peacefuldiplomatic!
02 September 2011 @ 07:10 pm
[Filter: Private, in Atsirian]

I hope he knows what he's doing.

I am so not good at this sort of thing. Why am I doing this?

[Filter: Edalene, in Atsirian]

Hey, Edalene ...

I know you're probably busy, but -- well, I was going to talk to Reeve, right? He always takes tea in that same study around now, and I thought I'd just barge right on in there like usual! Except I heard some voices, in there, first. And, uh. I might have sat there for a minute or two. Just listening. You know?

I'm pretty sure I know who it was, too.
Mood: uncomfortableuncomfortable
02 September 2011 @ 07:14 pm
It's a sobering exercise, putting everything you own in boxes.

I've done it before, of course -- many, many times. But it never gets any easier. And I'd never planned to go much farther than the far side of the city before, either.

Dragons, but I'm exhausted. They tell me summer is nearly over, but you certainly can't tell from the weather. I feel like I've been slaving away at a quarry, all day.
Mood: tiredtired
02 September 2011 @ 07:16 pm
[Filter: Private]

Oh, now I just don't know what to think.

This has been such a, a ride. The Eamon affair and the afterglow of that, but then him still not seeing the point, but the star shower and he and the Dentorian Princess ending their arrangement, I could have just floated away, oh, but then how distant and strange and infuriating he's been since then -- I just can't deal with it any longer!

I just ... want to march right up to him and demand an answer. "Philip! What is going on with you?!" And then I could say something like "And while we're here, are you interested in me, or not?!"

But who knows how he'd answer. And ... and that's still scary.

I am so pathetic. How many years, since I asked him if we could simply be friends? And still I'm sighing about? Ugh! It's unseemly! Damn you, Josiah, why did you make me --

I just hate it! This is so ... so ... stressful! I don't like stressful! I do not! I want to have fun and smile and dance and look pretty and gossip and win competitions and play my violin. And not sit around mooning over that stupid man, anymore! It's been ... forever!

He owes me so many hours of sleep.

Why can't this just be over? I hate him. I do. I swear I do.

[Filter: Lydia]

Lydie, are things between you and Sir Jason really so unmendable? Is this break truly permanent?
Mood: frustratedfrustrated
02 September 2011 @ 07:21 pm
[Filter: Private]

It's just so

[Filter: Public]

Would anyone like to plan a day to go searching for Festival gifts, together? I know these sorts of things have been popular before, haha. The gift exchange makes it a bit difficult to plan, sometimes, but I figure if we have a large enough group, it isn't likely to matter ...

[Filter: Kail]

I thought we should perhaps look into finding something for Lawrence, on Jack's behalf. I've no idea if he'll be ... ah, in a proper state for these sorts of worries, by then ...
Mood: frustratedfrustrated
02 September 2011 @ 07:24 pm
Well, I give up.

It's been more than a month and I've yet to see a ship leaving to Megam from this glorified fishing village. Let me tell you, I'm so damned tired of Keirnan I can't even describe it. Some of the chaos over that strange murder has settled down here, and instead of being more manageable, it's somehow just managed to become worse.

There's a ship leaving to Aeda today, and I'm going to talk the captain into taking me there. What a waste of time. Going backward to go forward.

Nothing to be done.

[Filter: Private]

It's been too long. I need to get home to Alma. Dragons, just reading about the way Father's been treating her makes me -- it's not fair. It's not her job to take care of my little bastard. She needs someone there to fight for her.

Still ...

Still, I'm ... almost glad it's gone like this. In fact, one of these captains might have been convinced to take me to Megam, once they saw the glint of some gold. It's just ...

I've needed the time to think. Before I go home and meet the baby. Ash. And contend with Angela. And Father, Dragons, I ... really don't know which one will be worse.

It does feel real now. I can't decide if that's a good thing, or a bad once. When I wake up, I don't all wonder if it was a bad dream and I'll look over and see Benedette at my side. I know I'm a father. I know I'll be forced to marry Angela. I know all of Shairfel has undeniable living evidence of what I spent all that time and effort hiding.

And I know ... I know Benedette's lost to me, for good.

It doesn't make it easy to swallow ... but at least it's finally real. If nothing damn well else, I think I can look it in the eye and not turn white and puke my guts.
Mood: blahblah
Ethne of House Karnach
02 September 2011 @ 07:34 pm
[Filter: Private, in Atsirian]

He is going to have a problem. Some of those women ... even some of the men.

This is going to be a very tough battle.

[Filter: House Karnach]

Helene, I'm very sorry, but I'm not sure I can make it to the dinner mother planned to welcome you and Mahaesa home. I'm going to try my very best, I promise, but some -- issues have come up, and Gideon needs my help. I'm so sorry.

Mother is going to be so cross with me, I know she is ...
Mood: busybusy
02 September 2011 @ 07:37 pm
[Filter: Private, in Kilian]

I hate asking for help.

[Filter: Franelcrew, in Trade]

... I'm very much almost done with the amhran-father. I'm so sorry it's taken so long, but there are only a few final adjustments to be made before it's ready to play. But I ... I could very much use someone to assist me. Just a very little bit.

Is there anyone who has working knowledge of ... a harpsichord, or a pianoforte, or ... or a harp, or a clavichord ...

It won't take long, I promise.
Mood: discontent:|
02 September 2011 @ 08:22 pm
[this writing is slightly smeared]


I have to say, I am not sure what to make of this!

We don't truly write in books in Kavan, we are more used to chalk and slate. It makes for easier cleanup, you see. If we really must use paper, we stick to charcoal on full sheets of parchment to be bound together later, not pen and ink.

It is much less messy, so far as I can tell. My hand keeps smearing the ink over what I have just written, and I imagine this is terribly hard to read as a result. I' m sure I'll get used to it eventually, but now I'm mostly worried about if this ink will wash off my hands easily. I can hardly show up to campaign tomorrow with black marks all over my fingers; people will wonder what I have been doing.

Though I have to say, this does seem like a very convenient communication method. I believe I have gotten the idea of how it works from a bit of reading, though I would never say no to a bit of assistance. Ah, and introductions, I have forgotten my manners -- I am Firuz, and it is a pleasure.
Mood: amusedw/e ok then
02 September 2011 @ 08:43 pm
[Filter: Eliza]

Have you heard the terrible, terrible news, my dear?
Mood: cheerfulcheerful
Lord Hasten of Lireth
02 September 2011 @ 08:53 pm
[Filter: Amaeyra]

This is absolutely ridiculous.

He is smirking at me every single time I walk past him. He chortles up his sleeve while we bend over backwards to arrange his vowing ceremony, where we can all get on our knees and have to go through the farce of swearing he is our Sovereign Lord. This is not our job. This is a task for his wife, for his mother. This should not fall upon us.

He shames the entire history of our House by insisting upon this, and that is his entire motivation. He has engineered this entire mockery simply to spit on our family, our House. First to Conquer, our words say. Yes, this is certainly the work of conquerors.

Dragons, I have barely had a moment to think for the last week. This is the last thing I want to be doing.

[Filter: Private]

And if I have to hear Lady Belladonna the ample-busted singing trollop give one more rendition of The Lion Rides while simpering knowingly at Lord Glenn, I think I very well might --

[Filter: Lord Dillon]

[the writing in this post has been moving quickly in one uninterrupted flow until this point, where it skids to a halt for a few long moments before resuming with much less confidence and eagerness]

You ...

Are ... are you ...
Mood: bitchybitchy
02 September 2011 @ 09:06 pm

I think the really important thing about campaigning is keeping focused on the things that you enjoy.

There are a lot of things that are harder and less pleasant than others, and for a bit, I've let them bog me down. Um, but I've been making some notes and strategizing to myself, because I know that internal attitude is very important to external presentation, and I've started to think of the things I really do enjoy as a reward for doing good work on the things that are more difficult for me ...!

Um, like, early next week, my Lady Mother has invited Miss Sophia from Ilserna to dine with us at our manor to propose linking our strategies. Lady Mother says that we have a lot in common with our manners and our wishes for Atsiria, and she would be a perfect ally even if one of us doesn't get a seat.

And, erm, I'm really looking forward to that! Talking with people and getting to understand what they really stand for in Atsiria is what I like the most. I've spoken to Miss Sophia before at other functions, and I really liked her ... she's very beautiful and even though she's soft, she's incredibly smart.

Ummm ... though I'm glad her husband isn't coming. We didn't invite him, but we couldn't really not invite him and be polite. It was such a relief when she said he had another commitment that night ...

It should be very enjoyable!
Mood: determineddetermined
Lord Craig of Rhia
02 September 2011 @ 09:09 pm
[Filter: Devine]

So, boy.

Do you actually want me to like Rachelle for altruistic reasons? Or do you just feel badly for her, now?

Heh. She must have talked a good game to you, at least. That's impressive. Last I heard, you thought she was trying to kill you on purpose, that night. And now you're sitting her beside me and putting a bottle of wine in our hands!
Mood: amusedamused
Dame Harriet
02 September 2011 @ 09:18 pm

Are you alive, out there?

If you're lying in the snow shot full of dragonsdamned arrows it isn't going to be nearly as satisfying to say I told you so, boy.

I've been trying to tell Eve that Gathre's a loss since you wrote about the damned ambush, but she's not thinking straight. Fancy that. I doubt she'll listen to anyone's opinion on the matter except yours, Dragons only know why. Listening to you hasn't earned us much we couldn't do without, lately, as far as I can tell.
Mood: frustratedfrustrated
02 September 2011 @ 09:35 pm
This is bullshit! I shouldn't have to fuckin pay for nothin. If you don't want people slippin and dropping your supplies, you shouldn't have your decks bein cleaned where we gotta walk through to load it up! It's one dragons damned box and I know you didn't fuckin pay that much for it. I don't care how much it sells for it ain't right!

How am I gonna pay this much back in a week? It ain't possible! That bastard wants more than it cost me to even get here in the first place! Oh, I'm supposed to go with you to fuckin Atsiria and work for you there? Bet you want me to pay for my whole trip there too! Yeah, that's a great deal! Just what I wanted to do! I hated that fuckin country. I ain't goin back there for nothin.

Fuck this! What the hell am I supposed to do?
Mood: pissed offpissed off
Tasha of Mera
02 September 2011 @ 11:24 pm
[Filter: Former Mera]

Heads up! I wiped out a safe house full of Keran's spies~ The good news is that I don't think he's going to find out. It looked like a robbery. There's a lot of chaos around anyway, and I didn't leave a Forna calling card. I made a lot of people tense here, but otherwise I think we got off free.

From the papers we stole, I know they were going east. And they were definitely not the first set of Keran's spies that were going out east, either.

I'm not sure if any of you are going to like what I did once I found out they were going east~!