::Wakes up and peeks outside and up to the sky. She sees its morning and streatches lightly. She has no idea how long she slept or anything as she quickly dresses and steps outside, journal in hand. She opens the journal to an empty page and begins writing::

Well after a long desevred restful night...or so...I feel so much better. I, well, I fell so...alive, compared how I felt the other day. I have no worries anymore or anything. It's like my mind was cleared with one nights sleep.

::She streatches one more time and wonders if she didn't sleep more than just one day. SHe shrugs and goes back to writing::

I hope all is well with everyone, though I doubt it...never is that way really. And well as far as this journal goes, I have the feeling I am going to keep it here in my bed, so I won't lose it again. That's enough for now.

--Journal Entry 10 August, Lina Metallium

::..Niamh again brings the mirror-covered volume into her arms. She studies it, that silence in her eyes in place of what moves behind them.

It is a look that quietly questions Niamh's purpose in this lush greenery, this paradise. She finds her shyness a barrier, though easy to speak to, her years of solitude and vows of silence have rendered her skills of "breaking the ice", as it were, rather weak.

She places the volume on a table, squinting gently at it, the mirrow swims and doubles over upon itself, offering no image but that fog that is a reflection of Niamh's thoughts.

She readily wonders if it weren't too irrational to have planted herself here, and for the risk of being as so many other lonely souls, she dares not complain, the options of branching out, too many to render her alone as she is. She lifts her quietly, gray eyes clearing and turning out a window, thinking she needs only give this place time... Reaching forward she brings a flame to the braided strand of incense that lies in its burner, rosemary for remeberence, lemon balm for enlightenment..she sprinkles salt past the table, to purify her thoughts. And takes to bed as the sun dips low on distant hills, a faint prayer passing her lips to the Gods that rule here, to help her fit into this place, to contribute. ::

--Journal Entry 11 August, Niamh Finn

She has forgotten that which bound her. She is well. Anxiety increases. There is much that needs to be told, yet she is fragile. I have temporarily escaped that which bound me. I received correspondence, but did not answer. Soon he shall grow curious. Then he shall grow angry. She is so beautiful. She does not seem healthy, yet she is happy. But she fears as I fear. I dare not ask what happened that day, as she dares not ask what's happened since. I worry I may not be able to resist such fear. Things grow more difficult. I shall protect her as best I can, even if it means self-sacrifice. He shall not take hold of her again. We pray for the souls of the lost.

F

--Journal Entry 11 August, Felina of Lyndette

::She yawns, just having woken up and such and picks up her journal. She flips through it finding a blank page::

Well, seems like my life is pretty much back to normal again. Which can be a good thing. Though the other day I found out that I slept a few days, not just one. Well, I suppose it did do me some good. I do feel refreshed, and now I seem to be sleeping on a regular basis.

I put in an order for a house. Nothing speacial, just a small one, but it will be mine. I could never say that, with all the wandering I did before I came to the Island. Ah, I haven't really spoken to many people for the last few days or so. Keeping to myself and all. Doing alot of thinking, as usual. I really should stop that, before I put myself into a foul mood.

It was good to see Alterio again, nothing seems to have changed him. Though would anybody want him to?

Ah....rambling again...

--Journal Entry 12 August, Lina Metallium

~eyes Tigs as she lapses into silence, and decides to vent her anger into wrting, instead. Not so much anger as annoyance and hurt pride, but...you know~

I have a headache. I no longer have a bruised chin and fat lip, but I AM still missing a tooth. Then there's the fact that I was called stupid, and considered incompetent. Oh, and I'm supposed to look forward to having my eyes cut out too. I WAS having a good week just before that fist-fight. What can ya do? I thought I was having fun. Go figure.

Ben healed my lip and chin, but he could do nothing for my injured pride or my lost tooth. The latter I don't mind so much, even if Alt seems to think it's a great thing to pick on me about. I've never been vain. It's the former that stings. Warlock called me stupid. He said that me getting into a fist-fight with Sinister was stupid. Tiger tried to say that that didn't necessarily mean that I was stupid, but I explained it to her. He said that I did something stupid, and that means I was stupid for doing it, and in short, that means he called me stupid. I am NOT stupid, and it bothers me expecially that someone like Warlock, who I was beginning to really, really, *really* like would say something like that to me. But that figures. Least I got a couple good shots in myself. He didn't walk away un-bloodied. I guess I shouldn't be fighting since I decided to become a healer, but I thought we were just having fun, putting up our dukes and all. Yeesh.

I hope Breuse comes by soon.

--Journal Entry 12 August, Jane Maichen

:kneels in the dome listning to the patrons as she begins to write in her diary:

I have not written here in some time.. I have been very busy keeping Lady Mags house in order during her absence and making sure the shop is open and awaiting customers tho none come but to look about.

I have been doing my best to avoid trouble and stay out of the way of those who wish to try and bait me into trouble.. Lady Lina has been a good friend and looks after me well.

Sir Carazzi gave me a message yesterday that washed up on shore in a bottle I was so thrilled to see it was from my master and he is Alive he is still on the trail of Lady Mags and Nun and hopes to catch up to them soon. I pray to the powers that be that they all return soon and all are well I miss them all so.

Then animals at the house keep me busy and I spend much of my time sitting out on the bluff over looking the ocean in hopes of seeing my masters ship on the horizon..

:quickly puts her diary away as SinisterGM begins speaking to her this man causes her to shiver with the way he speaks to all he is a rude and arrogant man and all I can do is try to keep out of his way::

--Journal Entry 12 August, Jasmin Rose

I've just made it to the Isle several days ago. It seems quiet, but patrons of a tavern by the shore might seem a bit paranoid. I meant not to hide; however, they thought I was. I remember getting struck at my legs when I decided to rob a fellow.

If only my ex-husband would see me now. Well, he might be seeing me after all. Death is suppose to be some gateway to the 9 heavens or hells, where they lurk upon the living mortals.

I saw a man walking out. He stared at be doubtfully, I loved it. I could sense deeply the fear of total approachment. He seem wise to leave me alone. There's a place called Bayside Bazaar; I leave this as my special note: Raid it as soon as possible.

On another note, I am still searching for a weapon that suits my hand and Shaolin Panther Style. Hopefully, I'll find my Katana or Ninja-to for the least.

Qko of the Maeji Clan

--Journal Entry 13 August, Maeji-Qko