Written By Sunaia
May 22, 2022, 8:26 p.m.(9/11/1017 AR)
What a great feeling this is.
Written By Sunaia
April 24, 2022, 5:19 p.m.(7/10/1017 AR)
Keep calm, Lead, and Save the medic.
Written By Sunaia
April 3, 2022, 8:13 p.m.(5/25/1017 AR)
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)
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)
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)
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 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)
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)
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)
Written By Sunaia
March 5, 2021, 8:34 a.m.(1/20/1015 AR)
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)
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)
(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)
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
Like trying to understand the imperceptible.
That's all.
Written By Sunaia
Feb. 20, 2021, 10:26 a.m.(12/20/1014 AR)
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)
Written By Sunaia
Feb. 13, 2021, 3:28 a.m.(12/5/1014 AR)
Written By Sunaia
Feb. 8, 2021, 8:28 p.m.(11/25/1014 AR)
( 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)
figs, sharp white cheese, honey
small grilled fish, garlic, crunchy bread
apples, hazelnuts.
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