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Written By Serafine

Feb. 18, 2017, 5 p.m.(12/12/1005 AR)

You can be alone but never lonely. You can run with those you call your kin and still be alone. You can share blood with a hall full of people who share your traits and habits, the slant of your eye or the tone of your skin. You can be there in a crowd and still be Apart.

I recognize it in others, those of us who never quite belong. I see it in my sister, who stands at our Duke's side, that she is alone while surrounded with people who bare our name. Alone, but not lonely.

To run with a pack is a lesson in boundaries, to let others so close and into you that there are no more borders; you can't find where their heartbeat starts and yours stops.

And then there is the true physical nature of being alone: when the forest and the plains open before you and all you have is sky and sun and stars, a moon that glows and the wind that tugs on your hair and your sense. You can be alone like that, aye, and still, never lonely.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 14, 2017, 12:14 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Vincere

You were the clever gilt-tongued reflection of your brother, you made me blush, always by surprise! on more than one occassion. I'd be lying if I didn't say that you had a piece of my heart as well, as much as I loved your brother I cared for you as well.

Discourse and conversation, you were so eager to learn about everything. All of it. And it never weighed you down, not like I saw it do to so many others.

Remember what we did to those delegation banners? The ones we thought we might have to bring with us (and didn't)?

I have one. I'm keeping it in my house until I die and then they'll burn me with it.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 14, 2017, 12:12 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Pietro

I promised you so many things, so many things-

I love you, Pietro, my friend of body and spirit, my cohort and companion, kindred soul.

I can't stop seeing your laughing face, your silly antics, the grin we shared over our hearts' desires and lovers found.

But I understand. I can see it, I can hear it in the words read:

Vincere cut down, and you... you are two pieces and you couldn't-

oh Pietro.

-and Ainsley! Gods-

Written By Serafine

Feb. 10, 2017, 5:16 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Yasmine

Fancy pants dancers have no sense of humor. Ugh.

Also there's a dirty joke about eating feline things that I will just side step.

Yasmine, you also still have my scarf. Give it back. It's my sister's.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 10, 2017, 4:11 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Pietro

So utterly adorable, I could vomit rainbows, pink hearts, and fluffy kittens.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 10, 2017, 4:09 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

When you see a beautiful sunset, or a gorgeous view in the mountains, you don't stop and say, "I wasn't expecting that".

You don't say anything. You silently thank the gods they saw fit to grace you with the chance to witness such beauty.

Such is the case upon seeing Pietro and Ainsley exchange affections.

You witness the beauty and thank the gods for it.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 6, 2017, 10:51 p.m.(11/14/1005 AR)

So I ran the damn gauntlet in the Telmar Tower.

It's -obviously- meant for tall people. Those high hurdles are -murder- on my thighs, I have bruises in places a person should not have bruises-

-I mean. Well. Bruises from hurdles! Ugh!

Written By Serafine

Feb. 6, 2017, 3:33 p.m.(11/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Sparte

One of the Iron Guards' new recruits. Have it on good authority he can take a real pounding.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 5, 2017, 11:56 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)

In some ways, I feel guilty for feeling happy when so many others are not. Aye, I ride out, scout, fight, kill, come home bloody and broken-boned and smelling of gods-know-what.

But there's often a bath waiting for me, and bright blue eyes not far away, the smile she saves just for me. She tsks over my wounds and fixes me up, kisses me until I forget about the things I've seen, wraps me up in those powerful arms of hers and puts me to bed in every way she possibly can.

I see her eyes get worried too, when I jump head first into things she doesn't understand. I try to explain to her that it's all tangled, that I don't make sense of it either and I just leave it be, keep turning the wheels to see what the other side brings.

I can't fathom the will of the gods, especially now. But I won't give back what They've given me. Not ever. I will simply say 'thank you' and roll over into her arms and hold tight, and count myself one of the lucky ones.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 5, 2017, 5:56 p.m.(11/10/1005 AR)

It was once a manor, this house, encased in an outer shell of solid stone, the smooth granite of water-tumbled rocks. It's several hundreds of years old, and during that time, the rest of the house, save the front room, was wood, and a fire set a century ago robbed the place of it's second floor and its many other rooms.

Since then, it's been empty. The front room is large, lofted, with high windows that were meant for a floor that doesn't exist, streaming in light from sun up to sun down. The kitchen, once further back, has been brought closer, tucked into the back corner but spacious enough to cook and eat in. The rest of the space is rather large, with a hearth, a true hearth, on the opposite side of the large room from the kitchen, with more beach stones and mortar.

There's one room rebuilt, a bedroom, lofted with a fireplace, a bathing room with true plumbing off of it.

The rest of the 'manor' is gone. All that's left is an outer shell that extends back, exposing the rest of the house to the elements.

The 'shell' of stone has been brought down a little; it now functions as a wall, with a few arched doors on either side, left over from servants' entries years and years ago. Inside the wall that extends from the living space is green and dirt. Well, as it's close to winter, it's mostly dirt with a great deal of brambles. Roses and briars, some kind of fruit tree. What looks like a fish pond. The back plot is actually bigger than the living space of the house.

It would shock people to know that I like to plant growing things, wild gardens that tend to themselves. I have ideas.

I like this place. It finally feels like 'home'.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 5, 2017, 2:30 a.m.(11/8/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Agnarr

You big beautiful fucking bastard. I will get you one day. I will. You're that one mountain everyone wants to climb. I'll do it! Eventually!

Written By Serafine

Feb. 5, 2017, 1:33 a.m.(11/8/1005 AR)

Good round of lessons in the Training Center. The new recruits did better than I expected. They're a solid lot, I hope we get more like them.

The finale, as Lord Commander Silas called it, was he and I pairing off against the other four Guards.

I did not expect us to win.

The other four did very well, Reese hits like a damn boulder on a chain, Calathane is lighter on his feet than he thinks and works well with a good defender to keep him focused. Sparte received training from Leta Broadbent earlier today, and it seemed to do him quite well.

Lord Killian was there to help out the others, and he did well enough with them.

We were all breathing hard and sweaty when it was over. I'm fairly proud of them all, truly. Even Killian.

Alright. I need a bath and some bandaging. Where's that damn ointment-

Written By Serafine

Feb. 3, 2017, 7:50 p.m.(11/4/1005 AR)

I received a notification about the Guard training session coming up this week. A little flyer drawn up, and a friend of mine circled this part:

"And for fun, there will be a Silas + Serafine versus the rest of the Guard handicap match."



Abyss-YES.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 2, 2017, 7:20 p.m.(11/1/1005 AR)

My beloved offered to knit me socks, so that my feet would remain dry as I chased after dogs.

I swear I have never had an off-handed suggestion squeeze my heart so, nor ever in my life felt the sudden impression to swoon.

Love is ridiculous. It makes us all ridiculous.

Pietro, stop laughing at me.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 2, 2017, 12:21 p.m.(10/28/1005 AR)

Propriety? Really?

Written By Serafine

Feb. 2, 2017, 2:36 a.m.(10/27/1005 AR)

Sorry, scholar, I've got purple paint all up my-



No, no, I'm not painting a house. Well, aye, I am, but this isn't from that.



What? Oh, a giant phallus out in the Lyceum ward.

Don't make that face. People need a different thing to laugh about at the moment. Don't think Jayus will grant me any blessings, but it's not even white-wash, goes away with a rain or two.


Of -course- I know these journals are public. How's anyone going to know it's a joke and not a declaration of rooster fights?

Written By Serafine

Feb. 2, 2017, 12:29 a.m.(10/27/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Esera

Esera is dead.

Uncle Niccolo is now Archduke.

Esera dressed like a grieving bride to confront he that kept her from what should have been one of the happiest day of her life.

I'm assuming, anyway.

I don't see her doing anything else but fighting for her right to happiness. It's not always so easy for some, and that she found hers-

I can't stay here too long. It makes me feel guilty, to have a spot of light in a world that has gone dark for so many.

Cousin Esera. Clever, brilliant, lovely kinswoman.

Written By Serafine

Jan. 29, 2017, 3:33 a.m.(10/15/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Bethany

I like her. Keeps her cool in a fight and braver than she thinks. She didn't pee herself once and I came close to doing it at least twice. I'll happily guard her curious little self any time.

Written By Serafine

Jan. 29, 2017, 3:32 a.m.(10/15/1005 AR)

Merek did well on the expedition that Bethany so wonderfully recounted in her journal.

I came away with a cut to the ribs but I think I've had worse sparring with Pietro, and a new appreciation for tripwires, unusual artifacts-

(If it looks shiny DON'T BLOOD TOUCH IT)

-and in the power of my own arm.

I really didn't expect the damn door to come off its hinges. I man, honestly, shoddy craftsmanship.


...yes I know it was a ruin. I'm -joking-. Surely you know that.

-'Shirley'? Well of course I know your name isn't-




....right. I'm taking my mead back, thank you, and you can forget the tip.

Written By Serafine

Jan. 29, 2017, 3:29 a.m.(10/15/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Merek

This young man is anxious to prove himself, and what he lacks in experience he makes up in sheer bravery. This will either lead him to great things, or get him killed, be it biting off more than he can chew or getting murdered in the dark.

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