Dearest Journal,

Things around here are rather quiet. Charquin is off having fun in Achethe, I have not heard word on when she will return. I have not heard a word from Kevorin regarding the letter, I thought to have at least heard something from him, but it appears that I was right in at least this. He does not care. Until them I am to remain here at Charquin's house, I can't face him so I can't go home, there is no telling if he is still there or not. That is old news however I must go on with my life.

Last night there was a strange man I have seen before asking me where the elven camp was, I helped him the best I could,but I still find him very curious. He's a strange man at the least, and from my first encounter with him I dare say he might be a bit crazy.I suppose that is all I have to write for today.

Rosalyn Lovine

-Journal Entry 26 August, Rosalyn Lovine

Char leans back on her bed, It feels good to once again be in familiar surroundings, and she takes her journal out of the trunk, and begins to write.

Its been two days since returning from Achethe. It is so pleasent to be back. I didnt realize just how much i missed things here. Achethe was pleasent, even enjoyable, and I wouldnt mind returning there some time again. But returning home has made me realize just how much the isle was missed.

The elder and I got along marvelously. Well, that isnt a complete truth, there were times when i felt for sure that we were never more opposite. Even once when he was on the verge of sending me home!! Seems there are certain things he demands deference to. Some are understandable, yet some drive me absolutely crazed. He means well, though I swear at times he is impossible. The man is ever so old fashioned.

I do find it charming, the ways of old, and I wish more were like that, however, as charming as i find those ways, I have to admit that the Isle has changed me a bit. I am still the lady, and always will be, yet there is something enchanted about this place, it makes one take the things they once held in high esteem, and "bend" them a bit. This Isle is far from the courtly life i once knew, and at times one has to be a bit "hard" to survive. I have learned however, to nae make that fact so apparent when M'lord Carazzi is about. For he is still the die hard gentleman, and I wish to allow him to care for me in the way he see's fit.

Alterio related to me the story of the pond upon his acers, It was a horrid tale, and I wish not to recount it here, other then i shall say that he has made me promise to nae go swimming alone. It would cause him great stress and worry. I promised him i would not, and i intend to keep that promise.

Things have been going as well as can be expected with him. I'm not sure where this all will lead, however he has mentioned marraige upon more then one occasion. At first i avoided the subject. But one thing i have learned is that there is very little i can get past that man. He seems to pick up upon everything. So he asked me more directly if it was something i would ever consider. I told him the truth. I have not shared everything with him of yet. Not the dreams, not my true feelings on some personal matters. But that will come in time. I dont want to scare him off. One thing that has truely made me respect him more, is the fact that he will allow me to continue with my work. Most men in this day and age would nae allow a ladie to work for any reason. He can be quite old fashioned in some sences, yet in others, he allows me to my whims. That in itself makes me wish to be with him more then anything. He is respectful. Even if he doesnt always agree. The man can be insufferable at times, but truth be told I find myself beginning to love him. Question is does he feel the same.

Seems my dear friend Ros has been busy keeping my affairs in order while i was away...bless her. I have nae seen her of yet, but i hear tell that she not only bid but acquired the old Crystal Coaches for me. She is a doll, I will indeed have to purchase her a proper thank you gift... I was hoping to acquire a new facility for my animals, I needed more room, not to mention ...new scenery.

*frowning slightly as memories return*
I didnt think much about what happened when i was in Achethe. The change of scenery did wonders for me. But the first time M'lord mentioned comming back to the Isle, the nightmare started again. I had hoped to be rid of them, I had privately tried almost every dream weaving spell i could think of. Nothing worked. Its like these memories are forever embeded into my mind. I shall nae ever be able to live them down.

I must try and find Ana soon, the spell we put upon the stables is still in effect, and I can nae dispell it without her present. It is far beyond my abilities alone. I wonder of Gwen as well. Seems very few have seen her about lately. I hope she has nae tried to enter the stables. I warned her of the ramifications. She would become deathly ill.

Well enough of this for now, I have a busy day ahead of me. Alterio had mentioned his wish to perhaps consolidate his seahorse stables with that of my land horses. I think it would be a wonderful idea, and I'm sure he would be pleased to know that I now have extra room with the acquasation of Crystal Coaches. I need to head to the bazaar and purchase a few things. A few gifts. Not to mention some new attire. Also i must check up upon my newly acquired property, and see what I need to begin to purchase for renovations.

Alterio has gone to the North End to attend some business, and I know not when he shall return, but he has promised to send word when he wishes my company again. I no doubt shall look forward to that.

But in the interm, I have pressing business to attend to in my guild, seems while i was away the bookwork has gotten out of date. I must appoint someone to take over for me in my absence. For if i am to take holiday ever again, I shall nae allow Crystal Prizms to suffer. There are those depending upon me as guildmistress to see to its smooth running. I find now to be the perfect time, with m'lord gone upon business.

I have business to attend to myself.
*leaving the journal open to dry on her bedside chaise, she don's her simple violet sundress and mirrored shades. Braiding her hair to the top of her head, and heading out towards the bazaar*

-Journal Entry 31 August, Charquin Clemont