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Written By Aahana

Oct. 28, 2020, 10:36 p.m.(4/14/1014 AR)

To the surprise of some, perhaps many, I am not dead. I know for the past two years it was thought that I was but I am here, not writing as a ghost but as a living person. I am sure there are a flurry of questions, however, I lack any answers to provide to most of them I imagine.

Old friends and family, I do wish to reconnect. I am sure they is much catching up to be had.

Countess Aahana Magnotta

Written By Aahana

Sept. 15, 2018, 1:17 a.m.(8/9/1009 AR)

Within my time in the compact, I have come to realize how much more I related with the Gods of the Pantheon than I do the Spirits. I feel a much stronger connection to the Gods, especially Gild and Limerance. And because this realization, I am officially renouncing Shamanism.

May the Gods watch over me and guide me along this wonderfully new journey.

Written By Aahana

Aug. 30, 2018, 2:23 p.m.(6/27/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Faruq

A very charming sword I am happy to call a friend.

Written By Aahana

July 29, 2018, 8:29 p.m.(4/15/1009 AR)

When you walk within
You see how the light glims
rainbow colors dancing within my eye
these is quite a lovely surprise
to memory i wish to commit
giving me inspiration for writ
to swim within the water fair
how I wish that I could like there.

Written By Aahana

June 25, 2018, 2:07 a.m.(1/27/1009 AR)

Shimmying and spinning
Laughing and grinning
Talks to know more
Trying to get closer to the core
I swear I felt my heart prance
As I preformed my family dance
Never ever once mean
Lovely eyes of green
May reside within my dreams
Perhaps he is who my heart deems
Only time will tell
if both our hearts fell

Written By Aahana

June 22, 2018, 11:01 a.m.(1/22/1009 AR)

Obssession seems to grow away.
Be fear not I shall not fade.
Walking along roads covered with trees.
Reminding myself how I am free.
My heart will heal.
It isn't much of a deal.
Someone worthy with come along.
Of this I know I am not wrong.

Written By Aahana

June 15, 2018, 7:55 p.m.(1/8/1009 AR)

A new obsession may be taking my time.
No compliants of how their voice chimes.
The fire that burns within.
Can't help but make me grin.
When apart I long for their touch.
I feel they for mine as such.
In time we shall ensnared each others hearts.
Hopefully never wishing to be apart.

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