:: sits in PleasureDome, sipping wine and writing as she listens to the occaisional conversation::

Dear Journal;

Well I have not written in a few days. It seems I should. I hired Fred the Orc to clean the offices. I hired Hestia Maichen as governness to help care for and see to Christopher.. especially while I am away at work. It will work out well for both of us.

I was thinking of starting her wages out at 2000gp a month. With provisions for increases should her duties inccrease. The pay would come directly from Christopher's trust fund. I would make arrangements with Lord Pryce to make the transfer of funds direct to her. On fact I should do that today, so I dont forget.

Eden and I had problems last night. I ended up walking out of the dome to cry, but he followed me. This misunderstanding between us was simply becoming unbearable. From what he'd said, this whole thing happened because he had forgotten what I told him previously regarding certain things. And I... was hurt by that. Perhaps I am too sensitive in this area. I told him I found it hard to believe that he could not tell me things since he says he loves and trusts me. I also said if he could not speak to me truthfully then maybe he isnt ready for a relationship. Am I asking too much?

Maybe so .. Then today, when I came in, Boss & Vixen were both here. They spoke to me, and Boss asked where Eden was... Vixen said she thought Eden was dead.

It is so strange...
More later maybe...
Xanthia
-Journal Entry 2 April, Xanthia

Dear Journal,

It seems I have done more damage to Xanthia than I realized.I shouldn't have lied to her in the first place. I do love her and I should be able to tell her the truth.I'm just so....nevermind. I made her cry, and I feel terrible about he whole thing....what have I done...I thought she'd leave me, that didn't happen, but I probably destroyed all the trust she had in me. She said that I might have a chance of redeeming myself, only the gods know. She's the most important person in my life...I don't want to lose her. I have to stop ruining eveything.I hope she'll forgive me, someday.

Eden Arcane
-Journal Entry 2 April, Eden Arcane

::: Walking around her newly built home, she glances at the walls and tries to decide what to put upon them, making a visible effort to assure herself that this will all go as planned. Taking a moment, she stops and writes in her journal::

Well, so much has happened since Ive been away. I've been disowned, my husband is ill.. and I have yet to have word of Lia. I doubt I will. Ahh... but, I still have to get the clothes from the Manor.

::: sighs and shakes her head:::

Well, on with life. If Sir Knight Carazzi does not wish me a part of his family, then so be it. I will not cower and cry as though a small child bent on making everyone else around her happy. I have grown in my abscence. I no longer need to make him happy or have his approval. Though, I will still love him and all the children as my own family... that cannot be undone.

::smiles::

I have Thia and Christopher moving in with me.. how I will love to have the child beneath my roof. I have a soft spot for children, I always have.. And none-the-less, he will be well cared for. That much isnt even questioned. Between Thia and I, there is no reason the child cannot be taken care of.

Ahh well, time to go to the manor and retrieve my clothing and have the chaise sent to the home.

Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire

::: she sands the entry, allowing it to dry as she rises and makes her way to the Carazzi Manor, only to retrieve her clothing and what few other things she has. The bed, and all the furniture that she herself did not buy left in the room. Having one or two of the young boys help with getting the chaise to her new home. ::::

-Journal Entry 2 April, Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire

Well here we go again. After all the turmoil and trife, there is another that wishes to see me fall. Khalidan has some damned nerve, saying what he did to me in the Dome. I was not even paying attention to him, until he told one of his floosies about me being a bitch, for leaving Val to die. What was I supposed to do? Valyn is no Nemesio. Nor will he ever be. No matter how hard he tried. I went in after him...he watched as the fire roared up consuming me...and what did he care about? His precious shoppe. Well Screw his shoppe, screw him...Now he has everyone believing I am a monster who would allow him to perish. Well now..the monster is coming out...it is released...the inner beast is fondling those who have crossed me. I will sit back no longer! Vengeance will be mine!

Chastity
-Journal Entry 2 April, Lady Chastity D. De'Kartan

::: Settles into her chaise lounger, the only piece of furniture she owns currently, having left the rest at the Manor, takes out her quill and begins to pen a bit before falling off to sleep :::::

Tiring day today. Went to the shoppe early this morning and sort of cleaned up a bit. I didnt see Khal though. I wonder what happened to him.

I did however manage to get my clothing and such settled where I want it. Not much to put away really. I left the furniture in the Manor. I will have to go to the bazaar tomorrow and order more. Cant have an empty house. I wont have an empty house.

Well, it seems the change I have been waiting for has finally come. I have grown up a bit... watching all that happened while I was on the mainland. All that matters is that I take care of what's mine to take care of. Others need not be included if they do not so wish for it to be so. Sir Knight Carazzi included. I wont let that bother me this time... not again. I AM a grown woman, and I do have my own mind, and my own life. It's fine with me if he doesnt like it.

Well.... off to uncomfortable sleep, and unpleasant dreams....

Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire

::: sanding the entry, she pulls the blanket over her on the chaise, stretching out as best she can, leaving her journal open beside her on the floor, closes her eyes, and waits impatiently for sleep to come ::::

-Journal Entry 3 April, Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire

::: climbs sorely into the chaise lounger, trying to find a comfortable enough position to write:::

Damn those brigand elves... making me fall out of the tree.. what's wrong with them.

Seems there are quite a few unsavory characters running around the jungle.

Anyway, I have alot to do tomorrow, and Im so tired.

Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire

::: slides the journal to the floor and drifts uncomfortably to sleep::::

-Journal Entry 4 April, Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire

Dearest Journal,

Things on this island have become so messed up lately. I am now on a committee for the bazaar, Jane and I made a list of fellow members last night, though we have to wait for Alterio to approve them. Speaking of Alterio it seems he's missing, the new publication that has been floating around the island says nobody has seen him, it may be a while before we get those names approved. The othere things in this publication were terrible shakes her head in disgust Saying I flirt with MORTE! Me? I can't stand him, I would never flirt with him. I want to know who would tell such a tale. Probably Morte himself doing it, it wouldn't surprise me in the least little bit.While we are on the topic of flirting Char seems to think that I like Kevorin, I told her over and over that I do not, but will she listen? Of course not. Even if I did like Kevorin a relationship would be impossible for both of us. Not that I do like him, we are just friends and I am a bit worried about him at this moment. Eyas says that he hasn't seen him in two days and I know that I haven't either. He was not at his house and nobody knows where he is. I do hope he's ok and I really hope he hasn't left the island without saying goodbye, hopefully he will turn up soon. I draw my writing to a close, I have much to do.

Rosalyn Lovine
-Journal Entry 4 April, Rosalyn Lovine

She taps her quill against her page, the list of people to be included in the Merchants' Guild Committee before her. Paul is chewing toothlessly on his rag dog, per usual, nestled safely in a basket on the floor. There are no new patients today, as she sits in her quiet shop. She wonders about the Findlay baby, whose neighbour, the one with the wart on her foot, complains is always crying and keeping everyone up. She waves the thought away and concentrates. So much to do...

She pulls out her journal and takes a seat on a stool.

"Well, I've procrastinated enough. I have to speak with Paul, and we have to decide what's to be done. 1. What will the relationship between he and I be? I want him with Paulie...Gods, I want him with me. He's very important to me and no one can replace him in Paulie's life. 2. Where will we live? I'm not sure if Paul wants to live in Achethe. I've recently tied myself down here...foolishly, I'll readily admit. Who knows what's wrong with me anymore. But is Achethe safer for Paulie than here?

"More complications. ~she debates not writing this down, but decides her journal is safe enough~ Boss Kuno says he wouldn't mind adopting me. I have to admit, the idea intrigues me, and I am willing to consider it. But Boss over Paul if Paul is still intent to go ahead with that plan? I couldn't do that. Paul comes first, always. I trust Paul with my life and our son's life. Boss is more difficult than that. He's someone I intend to keep near if I'm able, because he's a great ally...though questionable. But who says I'm not allowed to be questionable? Maybe it's about time I slid into the grey areas. Anyway, Boss's motives, as I've repeated time and again, elude me. I'd love to know what they are. Maybe if I did allow him to adopt me, I could get a closer look at what he's up to. Maybe join in a few of his ventures...

"At any rate, he and I exchange useful information as it is, benefitting one another for mutual or entirely separate goals. Little sister he never had... ~she chuckles~

"Well, the list is done. I have to contact Alterio.

"Jane S. Maichen"

She signs the entry as someone comes in with a bloody nose.

-Journal Entry 5 April, Jane S. Maichen

~she's at home now, staring out into the night from her balcony. Her journal lays open in her lap~

Sir Paul is dead? Or not. Nemesio hasn't killed him...or so he says. Someone would know if he was dead for sure...wouldn't they? When I went to find out, they couldn't tell me for sure. "Probably not" they said. I'm praying not. Chastity said the baby would feel it. Paulie seems fine. Gods, Paul...come and see me, please?

Send the children away, Alterio told Vixen this afternoon. Is the island safe for anyone, should I send Paulie away? Rumour has it Paul is dead. Gods, I've been through that. Khlamar please... Have to quit the guild, he says, and possibly sell the Pleasuredome. Vixen asked him what was going on and someone tried to kill him! What's happening? It's not safe. He said the Committee may have to take over the Guild in its entirety, trusts me to make all the final decisions. I'm so tired.

Stay or go, go or stay. I'm needed here. Paul needs to go...needs to take Paulie with him, I think. At least for now. He's not dead...I swear he can't be. Talked to Boss, put some things together. Crimson Tide's involved, we're sure. This Findley guy is no good. But how did Alterio get into the mess he's in? He's like a sore thumb on the SSAG as I told Boss. Any idiot can tell something's up by that move alone. And all of these things with Cipriana? Why? Why, why, why... Need to talk to Merrick.

Nemesio planting the seeds of doubt about Boss today. Doesn't he know they're already there? I don't trust Boss. Boss and I exchange information to further our own ends. Boss knows this. He's using me, Nemesio says. Probably. So what? He's useful, too. Manipulation, it's all a game. Is Nemesio exposing Boss's darker side for revenge because Adam wasn't killed? What are his motives? He could be lying, he said. This is true. I don't trust any of them, only those who have proven themselves time and again. Paul...

Adoption? Not by Paul...he's not dead. But still, no, it would be so confusing! I've concluded. A conclusion! How rare. So small, though. Let Boss adopt me? Become a Kuno? It could be an excellent startegic maneuver, beneficial to us both. I still wouldn't trust him. I'll talk to him about what Nemesio said. I don't trust my own flesh and blood. Ashling, Treyman, my very father while he lived. They all betrayed me. Betrayal...I know how to handle it. I'm braced and protected...mostly. I'm vulnerable yet.

I'm tired. Paulie's sleeping. He's getting so big! It hasn't been long. I love you, Paulie...I love you Paul...I love you Wesley, Papa, Riena, Sirrala, Hestia, Mairin, Mia, Alkane, Thirlia...I even love you, Alterio, but you're dangerous. You need to speak. Damn vows... I'm watching.

I'll talk to Merrick.
-Journal Entry 7 April, Jane Maichen