Am I a child? Do I resemble a child in any mannor? No..well that is what I thought, but it seems that I must be mistaken. I thought it nearly touching when Alterio thought he was my father, and I nearly found it humerous at first that Ben had decided to do the same. Well I shall never think that again, that is for sure. I just don't understand how I can get punished for things. I am not a child, I'm a grown woman, I have my own house, my own buisness,and have taking care of myself rather nicely since I arrived here. Suddenly it seems as if I am to be treated like an idiot who can't even make her own decisions. "No Rosalyn, you can't say that..or no Rosalyn, you can't do that, better watch out Rosalyn, you are going to sit in the corner again" Well, I'm fed up, I have no reason to speak to Ben again after last night and as for Alterio things will be the same way with him if he doesn't quit his fathering, he has a whole flock of children of his own, he certainly does not need me to take care of, nor find a husband for or to be his test subject for that damn potion of his. What could have been a good week, ruined by a stubborn man who sees me as less than child, at least he's nice to children, that is more than I can say for his treatment towards me. *sighs* Enough talk about Ben, I don't wish to ruin my day. I have yet to speak to Kevorin since the night he gave me the amulet. My mind has been a mass of confusion since that night and things going on don't make it any better. Sometimes I wish I could just start over and forget who I am now or who I ever was in the past. Such things are foolish to think of though. I must get myself to work and stop having such childish notions.

Rosalyn Lovine

*she leaves the journal to dry upon her desk in the upstairs room and heads down the stairs to tend to Charquin.Taking a deep breath before she enters the room, she forces her biggest smile and prays to the gods that Char doesn't see through it*
"Good Afternoon Charquin"
-Journal Entry 15 July, Rosalyn Lovine

~After waking, and having passed her Father in the hallway, she walks downstairs with him, to talk a bit over breakfast.~

~Hearing her Father ask of her relations with Alterio, she shys a bit, but, tells him anyway.~

"All I want is for things to go back to the way they were. I had once kept an eye on one of his named Lia. Since our falling out, I havent even been allowed to see her. I miss the children. I miss the civility that was once between us. But, he is a stubborn and proud man, much like you."

~Quietly, the two talk through their breakfast, and she returns to write a few moments in her journal.~

Well, it seems that things between Father and Alterio are going to go well. However, his wish for things between Thia, Alterio and I.. I just dont know. I would like for things to at least go back to us being civil. I do miss the children and I do miss the fun that Alterio and I used to have. But... for all I know... that's over with now.

I have barely seen Benjamin since his visit to the jewelry shoppe yesterday. Perhaps I shouldnt have let down the facade. I know he knows better, but, what can I do? Nothing. He's ready to leave, and Im not going to stop him.

Well, thats all the time I have for now. It seems my Father wants his signet ring. I have the extra silver to do it, so, its time to go to work.

Lyrias Dreams Morgan
-Journal Entry 16 July, Lyrias Dreams Morgan

You know having lost my memory has proved today to have caused an effect on common sense. A young boy I would say of 8-10 years came up to me and said, "cool an ogre!!"

Finaly some respect I thought, and corrected him by saying only half ogre and half human. He asked me my name and when I replied I knew not my name, the lil shit said "Ma' always said ogres were stupid.

Straining to keep from giving this child a cranal anal inversion, I explain that it was my misfortune to have lost my memory.

This child then replied, gee sorry mister but if that happened to me I'd just read the first page of my journal, cause my mom makes me put my name there so i know its mine.

Turning to walk away, I find a quite place to sit as I open the front cover to my journal......
-Journal Entry 16 July, Beljaron Polgarath

:: Xanthia sits upon her bed, journal in her lap. She opens it, smoothing back her tangled hair. Glancing across the room to her mirror, she looks into a face she hardly recognizes as her own. Her skin, normally quite fair, was mottled with angry redness. She'd been out too often these past few days with no regard to preventing sunburn and indeed got burned a bit. It hurt but, the internal hurt was far worse than the sting of her skin. Her eyes, still rimmed with redness from lack of sleep and crying focused on the page before her as she began to write....

Dear Journal:
I recieved word that my marriage will be dissolved officially with the publication of the Sandpaper. I feel the humiliation and regret as well as many other emotions. I am in turmoil. My life is in ruin. I did not want this. There is very little left for me.

I have come to the realization that I will in all likelihood be alone for the rest of my natural life. I have my father and Christopher to look out after. Perhaps that will be enough. It doesnt feel like it right now, but maybe in time I will learn to accept it.

Father is doing very well. His treatments are coming along very nicely and his arm is recovering, although slower than he would like. Still, he has regained a bit of sparkle in his eyes.

That little healer looks at him as thouh she is in awe of him sometimes. I can see it in her eyes, but she doesnt seem to know how to talk to him, or anyone else for that matter. I shall have to help her a bit. Maybe I will talk to her today, as I could use something to ease the sunburn I have. Both Rosalyn and Khalidan have expressed concern in how I am caring for myself. It seems a perfect reason to speak to Licia about things.

And Father.... well.. he's been preoccupied. Something that Alterio wrote to him had him troubled for a time and I noticed him brooding. I dont know what it was. I have yet to broach that subject with him. In a way I dont want to know what he and Alt talk about, even if it may be about me or Lyrias. I am past the point of worrying about it. Father is a strong man and I have full confidence that he will more than match wits with anyone here.

I know if he has questions about anything that's happened here he will ask. Though probably not publically. Such things are better left private for many reasons.

I mentioned that I wanted to plan a reception for Father to Rosalyn. She seemed to think it was a good idea. I also spoke to that guy at the butcher shop about supplying the food. He seemed accomodating but rather ... I dont know .. distant. Like I had offended him in some way. Ah well.. cant please everyone. Well I am going to stop for now and find that healer. This sunburn's bothering me more than I care to admit.

Later
Xanthia
-Journal Entry 17 July, Xanthia

~After being sent for at the Jewelery Shoppe, she returns home to find Thia sewing Jamek up. Walking straight past Licia, with a nod, though terribly worried, she strides to where her Father and Sister are.~

"What happened? Who did this?"

~She looks between both of them. Hearing the name Nemesio, and the fact that there was no provocation, her countenance turns utterly icy. Hearing the name Mori Quessir, she goes absolutely livid.~

"What the hell is this about? What was Mori's part in this?"

~Almost literally growling, she stays around long enough to hear the story, see that her Father and Sister are both alright, and stalks up to her room to write~

Oh, no.. you see, this isnt going to happen. If I have to go and hire the entire damned Silver Seaport Auxillary to protect my Father, it will happen. Somehow. I do need to hire a few guards. Personal guards that will listen to no one but myself and Thia.

I dont really care if all Mori did was stand there with his thumb up his arse...there is still a score to settle, from before.

Why is it they have to try their luck with someone who isnt totally able to defend themselves?

~From up in her room, it can be heard plainly, as those below and around her listen in the quiet of the house. The sound of her digging out her armor, and her weapons. Being prepared now, she walks downstairs to where her Father and Sister are.~
-Journal Entry 18 June, Lyrias Dreams

Dear Journal:

I know I havent ever written anything but I just have to, the past few days been really ... strange.

First off, I am enjoying my time helping Lord Morgan with his arm. He's a strong man and he works damn hard. He dont like taking help but I dont offer it, I just do it. I dont think sometimes he knows how to take that but he knows I respect him and I'm just doing what I would do for anyone I was working with. He's a great man, he jokes with me sometimes and he talks to me like I'm a real lady. I really like him.

That's why I am so upset.

You see, yesterday I was real busy, helping him then seeing to Miss Xanthia as she came in all sunburned. She told me if I wanted to I should consider staying there, an I said if it be more convenient then I would but I sure didnt want to put no one out or be a bother. She told me never mind about that and if I wanted to I should just think about maybe moving in, especially when they build their new place. That was not what upset me tho' That is kinda nice and I would not mind doing that. It'd kind like be part of a family and well, I never had that much so that be real nice.

Well I said to her I'd think some on it, then I went on my way. I went back to Miss Ros'. She's got a house full right now anyway and it prolly would be just fine if I moved. But I didnt say nothin to her about it just yet. .. Think I will today, so because of what happened last eve.

Right late, not sure what time, someone came knocking and asking for me to get my things and go over to Miss Lyri's place.

When I got there, I knew immediately why. There was Miss Xanthia working on her father, trying to stitch up wounds. Looked like he'd been in some sort of fight. I didnt ask right then but went straight way to work. You dont want infection or rot to set in with bad sword wounds, so I helped her clean the cuts and numb the pain. The gentleman was obviously in pain but didnt want to show it. What bravery. Didnt flinch much or pull away, sat still as death, like he was used to being sewed up. He was losing blood too, not too bad but still it was enough but once we got the wounds cleaned and closed with stitches, we bandaged them. I worked to heal him, calling upon all my skill as I could. He'll be sore today yet, but in a day or so, he will be good as new.

Miss Xanthia thanked me for coming. She said she would have sent for Miss Ros but she knew that Ros had other duties. And me, I was glad to help. She just looked at me like she was ready to fall apart. I told her she should get some sleep an she mumbled something about almost losing her father and losing her life. I went down to their kitchen and made her some tea, slipping a sleeping draught into it. I took it to her and bade her drink, sayin' .. this'll help.

It did cuz really shortly after she drank it, I helped her to her room. Then Miss Lyri came home. And I explained to her what happened. She got worried too. Anyway, so you can see why I'd be upset. And anyway, I'll be writin' more later I guess.

Licia
-Journal Entry 18 July, Licia

:::Sitting in the office of the SoS, she finds some time to write... not that she's not had the time, just not much to write about.:::

Well, this business is about as slow as the molasses was coming out of the kegs in winter at home. Not much to do here. Just sit, send the referrals in for their interviews with the associates. And wait. I dont think many of the Isle's women really care about getting rid of all the dockwhores off the docks and away from their husbands. Odd. I think Id want them all rehabilitated and off the possible list of women Id have to worry about taking time from me and my husband. If I had a husband.

I havent done alot here besides try and get this business up and running. Perhaps its time for some type of social gathering here on this Island to promote the business. Otherwise, Im afraid I will go under, and so will it.

Odd.. I still havent met the owner of this business. This is the first time that I have not known who runs a business that I work at. Perhaps if I set up a social 'mixer' at the Den of Sin, he will show up. Hmm.. something to think about.

Aeslynn MacCyrith

:::Closing her journal, she looks up, smiling as she meets the eyes of one particularly haggard dockwhore, and goes about her business and little schpeil.:::::
-Journal Entry 18 July, Aeslynn MacCyrith

~After being relieved from her bedside tenure in Mia's room for a bite of food and a few moments, she sits to write in her room.~

It has been quiet here. Mia seems to be doing well. She is not vomiting, at least. I think perhaps Jane has finally found what it was that was making Mia sick. I do hope so. I hate to see the child so ill.

All of the other children seem to be doing well. Albeit a bit quiet. They know something is wrong. And, they too, have noticed the lack of Silvana's prescence. Im assured that it has been handled, and she is gone. Its been too long since I have seen her form in the halls or anywhere else.

Well, I best not take too long. Ill go and relieve the guard I set there with Mia long enough for me to eat. Back to the vigil.

Tikaris Kyra Flynn

~Leaving the journal open to dry, she rises and returns to Mia's room, to sit by the sleeping child's bedside.~
-Journal Entry 18 July, Tikaris Kyra Flynn