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Written By Sunaia

May 22, 2022, 8:26 p.m.(9/11/1017 AR)

Lots more sleeping, and so very hungry for fruit.
What a great feeling this is.

Written By Sunaia

April 24, 2022, 5:19 p.m.(7/10/1017 AR)

Congratulations, Sir Pasquale!

Keep calm, Lead, and Save the medic.

Written By Sunaia

April 3, 2022, 8:13 p.m.(5/25/1017 AR)

Some mornings, I ride in to hardly a soul on the chilled streets yet.
This morning, I walked in to four Princesses in quick succession.

How different days can be.

Written By Sunaia

March 9, 2022, 8:34 a.m.(4/2/1017 AR)

Spring at last! Mud, patchy grass, and the smell of everything waking again.
We're going on our first ride of the season, and it was his idea!
Whatever it was, it worked out beautifully. Like all of his plans.

E, I hope you can read this scribble. Don't include the trail map, I'm not done with that yet.

Written By Sunaia

March 9, 2022, 12:46 a.m.(4/1/1017 AR)

Instructor Caspian Wild,
My hand really hurts. I hope all of you hurts.
Until next time.

Scholar Einar, I know it isn't nice to say, but he will understand.

Written By Sunaia

March 3, 2022, 1:45 a.m.(3/17/1017 AR)

There was a lost messenger in the courtyard, and he left me pearls.
Were they supposed to be anonymous?

I wanted to return them, in case it was by mistake or even on purpose. I can't wear pearls. It would be a horrible waste.

Written By Sunaia

Feb. 25, 2022, 11:25 p.m.(3/7/1017 AR)

I'm back.

I know I've said that a lot. Maybe I'll say something unexpected instead.

Like: I'm a new me.

No, he would think I've really lost it this time. No one panic. I've only returned from Nilanza.

Great. Now, I have such a craving for fried whitebait.

He never reads the whites anyway.

Written By Sunaia

April 30, 2021, 7:50 p.m.(5/21/1015 AR)

Just in case.

IA: Keep the armoire. And the jewelry. Please keep the jewelry as a set. Give the bracer and the bangle back to Pasquale. You'll see why. There are a couple of other tokens there that I think you'll also see returned to their maker.

Pasquale: You get the hounds. In lieu of heirs. OOPS.

Written By Sunaia

March 11, 2021, 10:33 a.m.(2/5/1015 AR)

Lagoma bless. I don't understand the nature of flame. ... What did you say, Scholar Einar?

Maybe I do understand what it is to burn.

I'll think about that some more.

Written By Sunaia

March 5, 2021, 10:31 a.m.(1/21/1015 AR)

I think one of my favorite things to see is the light in someone's eyes brighten when they talk about anything they're passionate about.

Written By Sunaia

March 5, 2021, 8:34 a.m.(1/20/1015 AR)

Amanita Whisper sent the most beautiful present to me. Seriously -- it's just -- well. It's shiny. No telling here. It's very fine and I'll keep that surprise until - the - right - time. Oh. Then, the sly Lady Mabelle -- she swooped in like a very fashionable bird of prey and sent me a gift too. Which, like the previous, will be awaiting the right time.

They're almost too delicate.

(Mark my words, Scholar Einar.)

I have to remind myself that I can be delicate if I want to be.

(Yes, I do look well rested -- thank you for noticing!)

Written By Sunaia

Feb. 28, 2021, 9:41 p.m.(1/12/1015 AR)

I'm back.

No -- I don't know how long I was gone away.

I don't recall where I stopped. I've been on aboard ships, purposefully, and starting to pick up more nuances of the differences between what it's like as someone that's spent their childhood used to hills and woods, rivers and lakes, and there's suddenly -- sea. Ships. No more different a tree, he said. (He knows who he is, Scholar -- we're not pointing fingers.) I accepted it at that time, because - because -- I wasn't thinking and it made sense? Sure. Been in some scuffles, and I'm only a little worse for the wear, and I'll probably need to be careful. For a bit. Until the next trip, at least. What's next? More time spent in reflection, but it's all sharp edges. All those pokey bits. Needles and pins. Makes me queasy. Guilt's weird that way. There's a second thing - probably a third thing - and a fourth thing that I am still trying to --

Well. The letter.

I shouldn't put it here. Won't, likely, but I'll tell you about it as long as you're not going to record it to my Journal. Now that I know - really know - I'm going to help.

It's not going to be like last time --

Written By Sunaia

Feb. 28, 2021, 6:08 p.m.(1/11/1015 AR)

There's been a lot going on, Scholar Einar, and you'll manage to keep up with this - or not - and that's how it'll be because Parker already said that they don't have to come back and listen to me tell all of this for a third (a THIRD) time. I told them I wanted to get it right. They rolled their eyes. I threw a perfectly good butter tart at them. They have horrible reflexes. Just the worst.

(See, now, that's in my White Journal forever -- )

(I didn't really mean it.)

No. I did.)

First, let's address the most obvious. Betrothed. That's a thing now. Never thought I would write it - say it - and actually believe that. But, here I am. Saying that I do. I'm not sure what that means for the future. Which, no, still not afraid of -- can't be controlled, so what? What? WHO. I'm afraid of myself. I admitted to a friend (more than one, even) some of my worries, and I was given good advice. Each time. My East. My South. I'll need to explain that to the Silent Reflection later, I think, and I'm afraid of myself mostly I keep wanting to run. The idea of being settled is really, really, really terrifying. As frightening as when I considered swearing to the Faith, or the Knights of Solace, or for being promoted in the Inquisition. There's a finality that makes me want to tear the throat out of it -- if it was a tangible, horrible monster. Establish residence. Put down roots. Domesticated.

But, Scholar Einar, imagine it for a moment --

No, I can't sit still. I'll be back. Need to get it out of my system before I write about the next part.

Written By Sunaia

Feb. 23, 2021, 9:27 p.m.(1/2/1015 AR)

First snows. Took a walk. The forests are definitely sanctuary. Still. Icy. Kept quiet -- stayed quiet -- the pups and I.

Walked until I realized I needed to be home.

Went home.

Written By Sunaia

Feb. 20, 2021, 8:29 p.m.(12/21/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Amanita

She's ethereal.

Like trying to understand the imperceptible.

That's all.

Written By Sunaia

Feb. 20, 2021, 10:26 a.m.(12/20/1014 AR)

Scholar, I wasn't sure if I -- should even -- but I am. Because if I don't, I am aware it's going to gnaw on my waking hours until I write it down.

I don't know who you are. You that saw me. That changed the way it all sounded. The one that made it sound wrong.

You saw me.

I'll see you, I imagine, along the line somewhere. I know what can happen. I guess, I guess that I'm not afraid of what can happen, because it doesn't make sense to be afraid of the unknowns -- or I can be, but, I'm not going to be chained by the uncertainty. I make this choice. I use this fear. I'll learn what I need to, do what I need to, and if that ends -- it ends.

That, Scholar Einar, feels so much better.

Now?

I'm going for a walk.

Written By Sunaia

Feb. 13, 2021, 10:35 a.m.(12/6/1014 AR)

Right, Scholar Einar? Ending on _that_? It's like I was cursing myself, right? Right? That was a great joke.

Written By Sunaia

Feb. 13, 2021, 3:28 a.m.(12/5/1014 AR)

I am dangerously close to feeling completely contented.

Written By Sunaia

Feb. 8, 2021, 8:28 p.m.(11/25/1014 AR)

a very short list of very very terrible things you cannot tell a higher-ranking noble at a certain meeting that's maybe tomorrow and I certainly did not drink-think about it at all until I --

( Sorry, Scholar. )

1. "Sure. Surprise me."
2. "You need more climbing trees, please."
3. "I'll never wear muddy boots to any courtly function -- especially at dinners."
4. "No. Too knightly to scout, too restless to knight, not really an archer either buuuut -- hey -- I'm still an asset."


5. "I said ass, didn't I?"

Written By Sunaia

Feb. 5, 2021, 7:24 p.m.(11/19/1014 AR)

Sorry, sorry -- I made you haul all that back out in order to add:

figs, sharp white cheese, honey
small grilled fish, garlic, crunchy bread
apples, hazelnuts.

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