:: She plops down in the sand, not far away from her little tent and shakes her head grateful that the house should be finished soon. She flips through her journal and finds an empty page. She begins writing quietly and slowly::

Alright time to think some things through now...

::She takes a deep breath and such to help clear her mind::

Well, let's see...I seemed to have gotten myself into another duel last night, one that will keep me from even approaching the terrordome for a while while duels are being held. Again, it was with Claude. He said some really horrible things to me, and of course I retorted. I wouldn't be me if I didn't. But what happened just proves to me what I inititially though of him was right. He likes to play games with people, and their emotions, if they be love or anger. I almost got myself killed in the process and wouls have if he didn't look down at me with such...such... a smug sorrowful expression. He thought I was too easy to beat and such.... He didn't want to continue with the duel because I was no longer near a challenge. So I threw my staff at him and nearly fell down in the process. I was so weak from that wound to my stomach, that I fell to my knees. Then Ben walks in and challenges Claude, saying that I was untrained...He approached me as if nothing happened, but I will never forget what he, a dear friend, said about me. Yes it hurt...alot.

And earlier that day, I felt as if Vixen would turn her anger on me. Yes Alterio asked me to eh...well he asks alot of ladies. That didn't mean I accepted, though tempting as it was I didn't. Now Vixen wants me to accept next time he asks, if he asks, just to see what he will do. But could I go hrough something like that, only to become ridiculed and looked down upon by many? Perhaps even Vixen...? I doubt it...

Ah the house should be done by sunset this eve. Wow, to sleep in an actual bed. I haven't done that since I was 12. And I need to get another bed for the spare bedroom. I had offered it to Warlock so he wouldn't have to live in a shop. That is what friends do for each other.

Though many will most likely talk about that...but I could care less...if they don't like it, ignore it. I do it to help out a friend, who has fallen on to some bad times. Ah well, I feel much better now, and should wrap this up so

I don't begin to ramble.

--Journal entry 13 August, Lina Metallium

*Lia sits contently during the later afternoon of the Day of the Moon, the blank and rather scribble faced volume open in her lap, without her colors today it is a verbal entry she leaves in the crisp pages towards the middle, spreading the pages- and half creasing the corners she mumbles quietly..*

Guess what! beer's back! and DEN e'ryone was here! And t'day I's wiff Jay! an Li AN Leenuh and we's was the free la'ys! (And somebunny- War-ock, he fought da'ss funny..) and Jay! sayd we c'be besses frens! Bu' I gossa insult (consult) my boss...cus Mia is neber here an'more..I wunner if I hassa finse a new ployee boss fingy...AN'WAY I gossa had raidin' bread! iss goss raidin's in a and DEN holes! And Si'ster comed in and den War-ock AND Si'ster was d'boss t'night! Kickshin sayd A'trio is all burr and mebbe he comesa visit one tine! and he hass a NUDDER sun fingy whose called Criss-fur who I meeted! and he showed me dat d'dirt ou'side by d'water wiff the shardens is sand! so we pwayed in it! Bu I gossa go cuss Paw sayd he gimme pig'back ri' ALL d'way to bed so I gossa go kay fingy wiff paper in it! I wuvoo by!

*Lia snaps the volume shut as Paul rounds the corner, and bursts into the library scooping her up and bouncing her to bed*

nigh nigh!

--Journal entry 13 August, Thirlia

::Subjected to the chaise lounge in his office for his behavior of a few nights past, and not wanting to face Vixen quite yet, he meanders over to his desk and scribbles in the penmanship of a man with a kink in his back, due to not sleeping on his own NICE SOFT BED::

Bah. You'd think I'd asked someone for their liver or kidney. BAH. Women. Don't they get it by now? Alright. I asked Lina, dear sweet Lina, if she'd fornicate with me the other night.

But why don't they understand??

It's like when Ben Calkane goes to the Pleasuredome and asks for his usual drink. Or when Mia goes to the candy shoppe and asks for HER "usual", and gets a handful of that hardened sugar which instantaneously turns to staining GOOP that she adores rubbing into my fine clothes ::grumbles:: Well..I asked Lina for MY usual...did I expect an AYE? Of course not. She's never said Aye before, nor do I really expect her to. Can't fault me for merely asking though, can you? She's a dear.

BUT..

Was I whoring around? No, of course NOT! If I was whoring, I'd have gone to the docks and paid for it. It was more of a matter of asking a simple question and getting an answer.

BAH!

I'd been EXILED for HOW LONG? Touched a woman when last?

I'm all backed up, my loins are screaming for release now! I am healed and ready to go! My skin has finally bronzed whereas it was burnt from exposure. My mouth is no longer parched, lips cracked. They are moistened again and I look too damned good for my own good again.

I've even noticed some blonde ::checks again and NO THEY ARE NOT GREY:: streaks in my hair. Sun-kissed, choice strands at my temples, the same streaking marks that some of these women would kill for. Damn, I'm handsome. So perhaps the brutal sun had its blessing along with its curses whilst I was banished.

And when will they learn that ALL MEN ARE LIKE ME? I've tried, how I've tried to teach them that I am just like every other man. BAH. I tried, how I tried to explain this to Jane when she was my fiance..and had the same conversation with Vixen whom does not buy it either..but it's truth! Really, if I were to sleep with another lady whilst I am committed to you, it might be just that--sleep. I am a busy man and sometimes crash. Share a bed for six to eight hours, clothed. Right?

Well..::sighs and acquiesces:: Alright. I would likely NOT lie in bed with a woman and NOT fornicate with her, regardless of how tired I was, but would it mean anything to me in the morning if it wasn't you? Don't I show you I care for you?

A man DOES have needs, you know..BAH. You don't get it.

I was punished..and aye, I admit it was my own doing that got me temporarily banished..but I was alone all that time. Didn't pay a whore to come for the ride. ::Chuckles "No pun intended".:: Then shipwrecked. My body took quite a beating out in the seas. Don't I deserve a bit of pampering? And I didn't even GET any side action yet you're mad at me, Vixen..::sighs:: And here I sleep on the chaise when I could be home with you.

Remember something, my dear:
*You mother my children.
*I have given you my seeds.
*I've showered you with gifts.
*I have given you a home. Many homes.
*I have given you placement in my life.
*I did not kill you when you slept with Nun.
*I did not kill Nun when he fornicated with you.

Doesn't this mean ANYTHING to you?

And no, you cannot behave as I do, you are a woman. Don't give me the high-and-mighty "women are equal" fallacy or tell me that women have needs too. Women need to serve men, that's their need...BAH..

::Swills his rye and snuffs out the candle, bah-ing all the way..then calls Charles, one of the new guards in "Go down to the Bazaar and buy one of Joia's tooth potions for Jane, take the gold from the top drawer. I will not have a young girl looking like a Pumpkin carved for all Hallow's eve running round this Isle, particularly one who spends time with my children. Because for all I know ::sips his rye:: "The children will think it'd 'de rigeur' to have no teeth. I do not want to have a toothless family".

::Grumbles and tries to get his 6"4 frame comfortable on a 5"5 chaise, letting out a sole "BAH" before drifting off to sleep. The elves sneak into his office, taking his journal away, and calling in heavy farm equipment to make room for Sir Carazzi's notes, moving Lord Of Mask's up and to the left...a gutwrenching CRAAACKKK is heard as one horse's back gives way under the weight. It is taken out back and shot with arrows, put out of its misery::

--Journal entry 13 August, Sir Carazzi