Written By Juliet
Oct. 20, 2016, 9:45 a.m.(11/22/1004 AR)
Time in Arx is strange. Even with the season still in the midst of Summer, I've felt melancholy. Missing Tor. Secluding myself in my chamber and filling it with roses.
I can't do it. A chamber full of flowers is pretty, but it's nothing compared to the gardens of Tor. At least the villa gardens are properly stocked, and going there has gotten me out of my rooms. Cousin Prospero is accusing me of stalking every flower seller in the city. Which is preposterous. I've sent servants.
I must shake this malady.
I can't do it. A chamber full of flowers is pretty, but it's nothing compared to the gardens of Tor. At least the villa gardens are properly stocked, and going there has gotten me out of my rooms. Cousin Prospero is accusing me of stalking every flower seller in the city. Which is preposterous. I've sent servants.
I must shake this malady.
Written By Juliet
Oct. 19, 2016, 8:12 a.m.(11/18/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Prospero
It's complicated. He cares for me, I think? I hope? I certainly care for him. He's been a wonderful support, he's never asked anything of me that I wouldn't give him. Our minds are alike in more ways than they differ, I think, which is interesting. Easily one of my favourite cousins, all things considered.
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