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Written By Bethany

Dec. 4, 2016, 9:48 p.m.(4/18/1005 AR)

A To-Do List of No Particular Priority, From the Desk of Bethany Mercier:

* Meet with Archscholar Aldwin Aurum.
* Meet with Guildmaster Joscelin Arterius.
* Meet with Sam; tell her about Ministry of Agriculture.
* Meet with Regent Dawn; strengthen friendship.
* Meet with Juliet; to play piano and admire the roses.
* Get a pretty white mare.
* Assume less, learn more.
* Be impeccable with my word.
* Get into a little bit of manageable trouble just for the fun of it.

(I do deserve nice things. And ponies. And perhaps a new dress.)

Written By Bethany

Dec. 4, 2016, 2:50 a.m.(4/16/1005 AR)

(Such dreams. Such nightmares. Interwoven and intermingled.)

Thoughts for tea blends:

To intellectual engagement with a thorny wit. A bouquet of fine red roses juxtaposed against the keen edge of hot spices and smoke.

To the breath of wild and tangled. Dried herbs, resinous needles, roots and the suggestion of damp and rich earth. Perhaps an undercurrent of honest mint.

Written By Bethany

Dec. 3, 2016, 11:53 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)

I visited the Shrine to Jayus on my way through the city. There was a book beside the two offerings left from the day of prayer. Forgive the thought, I thought about taking -

(For shame. No, I had no such thought.)

However, I read the book of Uncommon Prayer and committed the following to memory so that I could transcribe it to my journal:

Prayer Against Nightmares
May Jayus touch my eyes to seal them against dark visions;

May Jayus touch my mind to seal it against weakness;

May Jayus touch my heart to seal it against fear;

May Jayus touch my dreams to open them to clarity;

Eyes, mind, and heart bring dreams;

Mine I consecrate to Jayus.

Written By Bethany

Dec. 3, 2016, 12:27 a.m.(4/12/1005 AR)

Feeling vulnerable is a terrible weakness of spirit, I think. It involves too much exposure of an inner self - a self that I would rather wish to keep hidden, whole, and unharmed.

One must make one's self vulnerable on occasion, to further contact and influence with allies.

(To make friends.)

It's a strategic maneuver.

(Sometimes, I do get lonely.)

Written By Bethany

Dec. 2, 2016, 11:30 p.m.(4/12/1005 AR)

I am infinitely pleased with my family.

(That is all.)

Written By Bethany

Dec. 1, 2016, 10:22 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)

Done and dealt with.

Now, I await a reply on tenterhooks. Metaphorically, mind. Not literal.

(My elder brother is a such an enabling --

err, pardon

--encouraging force of good.)

Written By Bethany

Dec. 1, 2016, 7:46 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Lazarus

Clever Pater Familias

Written By Bethany

Dec. 1, 2016, 7:45 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Silas

Popular Older Brother

Written By Bethany

Dec. 1, 2016, 4:16 p.m.(4/8/1005 AR)

Mother --

(I don't think there is any need to address my entries. However, this is my journal to do with as I wish)

I peeked into the Vellichorian Academy today. Briefly, yet. It reminds me of you. While I thank your foresight into seeing to my education and paying so much attention to me (nurturing me in ways that the gardener sees to the garden) it does make me wish for things I ought not.

While math is a truly elegant study: numbers and equations with predictable relationships. Languages, music, and books. All rather safe outlets for an curious mind ... and yet.

(I wish to know everything.)

It would have been easier, perhaps, if I had been kept an an ignorant and pretty thing (daffodils and cornflower) with empty blue eyes and a smile that reveals nothing between my ears. Aim for nothing more than to be on the arm of a merchant husband, raise children, and run a shop until my dying days.

A simple life, certainly, but one that I could live without the desire to be ... more ... beating about my chest to the thrum of my heart like angry birds.

(Ach. That was purple prose, Beth. Terrible.)

Written By Bethany

Nov. 30, 2016, 9:50 p.m.(4/6/1005 AR)

Naturally, the first time upon meeting the prestigious Mistress Greyhope, I would have thought that it would a perfect situation for conversation: the event honoring Jayus at the shrine.

She dropped, ever so casually, a belt so divinely crafted that made me wonder if I could ever aspire to such heights of creativity --

(Aside: the reflecting mirror portrait that the quietly spoken maiden offered as tribute was unsettling. Ever so, but also - interesting. Arresting, in a way that I would never admit to.)

-- and, naturally, I seemed to have stepped into the coals that seem to follow the name, sometimes. Ones that flare tempers.

I will admit that I added just a touch of kindling to that fire.

It was a little satisfying.

Written By Bethany

Nov. 29, 2016, 10:28 p.m.(4/3/1005 AR)

Sitting amidst the ruination of where a once grandiose library stood, tithing a quiet moment of inner thought and reflection to Vellichor while I pen this. I am thinking about how much time it must have taken, years upon years of work, to go after so much information. To collect up and store it all so carefully - without ever once considering that it would all be destroyed at some point. That pains me to consider. Clearly, the pursuit of knowledge comes at such a high price. A fool wouldn't consider the risks, the costs. I do.

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