*Capturing the Images*

http://www.oocities.org/crystal_shores/giant2.jpg

*Earlier in the evening, she went to the Pleasuredome, seeking to clarify the reports of these ..giants. She's surely never seen a Giant. Sharken, aye. Dwarvens? Sure, they were as common as the dockwhores are here, back in the lands of old. These giants intrigue her somehow.

She's got an invitation from Alterio to take Carazzi Manor as the Island's stronghold but has her own grounds to consider: The North End. Her claim. While it will take her much thought in short time to decide what to do, she will do the Isle the one service and allow the Sandpaper to use her sketch of the Giants to show the colonists who weren't present..or affected *yet*..who the enemy is.

A trained eye might note the eight fins in the waters. It was drawn as an acquaintence described what he saw. She didn't watch his face as he told the tale..a tale she had difficulty taking in..so she merely put a hint of lead to a parchment and drew the images he evoked in her mind.

When he was finished speaking, she finished the sketch. She turned it to face him. He paled, and excused himself quickly, his bowels giving way after he left her company.

She goes back to her glass of brandy and stares out the North window, at the whitecaps striking the jetty. While she doesn't wish to leave, perhaps seeking these Giants and perhaps forming an alliance would be of benefit..

Her thoughts trail off and she nods off at her desk, still facing the window*

(*And that sketch is the url at the top of the page. Hope you enjoy it*)

Journal Entry: 25 February, Knight Trione

*Rosalyn sits on her bed, staring blankly out the window, a yellow pearl in her hand and her journal spread out in front of her on the bed, setting the pearl aside for a moment she picks up the journal and begins to write.*

Dearest Journal,

I have been here in my house alone for a day or so now, I don't know how much I have slept, or if I have slept at all, my tears have stopped flowing, my eyes have never been so dry, I haven't been to the dome since the night it happened, I don't know if I can go back, so many memories there. I can't help but think I am at fault, had he been healed he wouldn't have died, I should have been there, I killed him. And now, I read notice that Attrei too is gone, I should have begged him to stay, I should have warned him, I should have done something, this could have been prevented... I can't sit here and think of all I should have done, I have a chance now to defend them both, the sharken are coming back with the dwarfs and the giant, they want us to leave this island.. I will never leave. I will do anything in my power to stay here, I will not let them win this battle, I can not, but I am afraid, afraid that the things that took the lives of those I cared for will easily take mine as well, I am not a fighter, never have been, somehow I must be this time.

*She leaves it at that, not even signing her name and continues to look blankly out the window*

Journal Entry: 25 February, Rosalyn Lovine