"she listens to him silently as he repeats the rumors, her eyes sparking with anger with each and every word..not wanting to hear another word she snarls and shoves him out the door yelling at him:Get out! I dont pay for that kinda garbage. Common cage girl?? Im anything but a 'common cage girl'...she growls at him and slams the door of the Boutique closed the glass shattering on the floor, she to angry to even notice turns around and seeing customers she goes to her office and slams the door shut behind her yelling over her shoulder for the glass to be replaced Immediately..she punches the wall and screams:: God damn idiots! No more. They think ive become weak. They can sit and gossip about me behind my back. I do nothing and they gossip. Aye I danced BUT I was NOT nude. As far as luring men? WHERE the god damns hell did I lure them to??? I go to'dome ALONE and I go home ALONE!! I have not left there with anyone. Bah its jealousy.. Dont hate me cuse im beautiful "smirks starting to get a whole different attitude the last few days".....I will not be pushed anymore."she spies her dagge laying on the desk and picks it up and smirks as she shoves it in the sheath on her thigh, having not worn it lately, she opens the door and storms out yelling at the girl behind the counter::Get the window fixed. Im going home::"she slams the door behind her and heads for the manor, breathing slowly trying to calm down"

--Journal Entry, 9 November, Vixen Blade

*smiles to herself before sitting down on the bed and pulling her journal out from under her pillow. She opens it and begins to write.*

Dear Journal,

I think that I have neglected you, I shall try to remember to write at least once a day, if not every other day. Anyway, no time to bicker with myself about that. Good news has come my way, my house is being built! I'm so excited, I really can't wait to have my own home, not that I don't enjoy living here at Mag's house but to have my own home will be splendid.I am going shopping with Lady Char this afternoon for furnishings, for her house is be be finished very shortly.

In other news, I have tried to make my peace with Sir Carazzi, he seemed to be willingly to make peace as long as I keep my words to myself, I think he will be a more gentler man now, he was terribley sick yesterday and although he says it was just something he ate, the healer in me tells me that is not true, but I will not tell him that, I will let him going on telling people he is ok, and wait to see what happens. As for other men at the dome I have nae seen that man Kental in days and I think that my curiosity about him is wearing off, he seemed like a nice enough guy when he wasn't with drink, perhaps that is a fault of his, so well he shall fit into this island. The only other males I have had the pleasure of meeting recently are Eyas and Khalidan Steyr, they are both thieves but I think that they seem to be nice gentlemen, Khalidan is Demas's brother, and from the conversation that I had with him it seems that Demas likes Lady Char, I had to let him down easily because I don't think that she likes him in that way, but one can never be sure. Lady Char is a good friend but I don't like having conversations with people who only want to talk to me because I can give them information about her, am I not interesting enough to speak to without having to discuss Lady Char all evening? Perhaps I am not, but we shall see. I must end here journal, perhaps I will write some more later, for I hear Lady Char calling to annouce it is time for our shopping trip.

Rosalyn Lovine

*shoves the journal under the pillow and exits the room calling to Lady Char as she does so*

--Journal Entry, 9 November, Rosalyn Lovine

:: sits quietly in her room as the wee hours of the morning slip by she moves to the small table and opens her diary and begins to write::

I have been very busy as of late with overseeing that Lady Char and Lady Ros and seeing to the shope as well as making lists for provisions for the house and a shopping list of garments I will pick up when i go to the bazaar later..:smiles softly rembering her master has given her permission to wear pants but only as work clothes about the house and I am to be dressed accordingly for trips to the dome::

My Master seems a bit happier of late as does Lady Mags I believe it is that they seem to have settled some diffrences I see the joy fill his eyes when Lady Mags sits upon his lap as it does hers as she looks to him but she tries so hard to cover it up.

We had a splendid time in the dome last eve Lady Mags got it in her head for her and myself and lyrias and vixen to get into the cage I was so afraid she would make me dance before all in the dome but it seems she was up for a bit of sport as we all began throwing juice soaked cake down up on the patrons they all took it in good humor and it became a free for all cake flying and laughing and all seemed to slip in to good cheer.

There is a new man about the dome of late his name be Eyas and he is a handsome man and most polite but I fear Lady Mags will scare him away with her questioning I wanted so to slip between the boards of the dome and just disappear as she asked him thinks like "would you like to court jas" and she openly conversed with Sir Carazzi my being mated and bringing forth a babe I was so ashamed and embarrased..

Well it not be my place to correct nor try and change the mind of My Mistress if she wishes me mated and with child and my Master agrees it shall be.

:: sighs and looks back over the entry and shakes her head slowly::

The building of the Sanctuary behind lady mags house is complete and it is quit lovely Lady Mother was most pleased with my gift to her.. She spends many quiet hours there reading and contemplating she is a kind and dear soul. Well it seems the house will be a bit more quiet soon as Lady Char and Lady Ros have arranged for there own homes and they shall be completed soon.

I should lay down and try to rest tho i have been most restless of late and food does not interest me My Master is always having to remind me to eat and drink fluides as a healer I know that not eating properly and neglegting my rest is not good for me but I can not help I can not sleep I pace my room and feel as if My head is spinning and will not quiet.... The headaches I use to get i thought were a thing of the past but yet they have returned they are severe at times but I think i have managed to keep them well hidden from those close to me.. funny what a bit of colored pouder under the eyes will hide when need be .....

--Journal Entry, 9 November, Jasmin Rose

:::sits at her Uncle's bed, as she watches over him, writing in her journal as he naps:::

Im so very worried about him. Why didnt he just tell me what was really going on...does he think I still need to be protected? He should have told me.

:::thinks about the fun everyone had last night:::

It was so much fun to be in the cage with Vixxy, Mags, and Jas, flinging juice soaked cake down at all the others. Of course, we were a mess...a terrible mess. We all went to bathe at the bathhouse, and yes, together. Well, I didnt have any spare clothes, neither did Vixxy, so we just walked around the dome in our towels. At least they did cover everything. Of course, we did wind up so sticky and sweet. Though, we had alot of fun. Who cares about the rumors flying, that all four of us having something going with the others. They can all just go straight to hell, or the Sharken. I dont care...

::Her Uncle stirs, and she places the book to the side, to tend to him, endeavouring to write more later:::

--Journal Entry, 9 November, Lyrias Dreams

~Dark heart, cometh calling to me from within...
~Dark heart, release thy vines of mutilating sin...
~Speaketh out from thyne lips of purest evil intent...
~Do nae try to mask thy self from formation well lent...
~Dark heart, tis us together as always and before...
~Dark heart, stand up and lets even the score!
~I grow tired of watching ye present a game of mockery...
~Stop this now or else; 'till be the end of me...
~Dark heart, I plead with ye to set my soul free...
~Dark heart, I wipeth mine tears to allow ye to see...
~Now! I've beggened ye, I propositioned thee...what? what more can ye BE!

~Light heart, I see, ye know mine well...
~Light heart, I be, what ye can tell...
~Harmony included within thy sweet taste...
~Allowing no room for hidden haste...
~Light heart, I believe your beckoning way...
~Light heart, truely let us dance and play...
~Soft whispers along thyne ear in between...
~Allowing melodic verses almost to be seen...
~Light heart, cometh with me to explore...
~I implore...I implore...
~Light heart, we...we will indeed even thyne score!

~Shades of grey...obstrusive foreplay
~Fantasy storms...maddness swarms
~Tasting the lips of unforbidden acts...caught in all the scandelic acts
~Tales of old seemingly forgotten...fruit of bare lay upon thy grounds nearly rotten
~Sadistic sensuality fields of birth...lingering joys of omnious gazed mirth

**smooths her crimson lips together, as the feathered portion of the quill thrushes against her lower lip..this signifies the thoughts she produces into her over-worked mind.. A light sigh consumes the air-current as she then lowers the quill back into its compartment of the black velvet case**

--Journal Entry, 9 November, Chastity

::Tired of the damned maid looking in on him, he sits up in his bed, this bed that's served him and his "friends" countlessly but now he's beginning to loathe this bed and those beady eyes that peek, seemingly every moment, to see if he's breathing, then stepping out of his line of sight when she's caught. "WILL YOU STOP" he barks, reaching to the bedside table and throwing the lantern in her general direction, the flickering flame extinguishing as oil slops the inner glass walls, and it crashes in the hallway. Met with the maid's gasp, he really cares not and is downright glad he startled her. "I can't take this. I am not an invalid" he snorts, and goes to the desk to write::

Strong mind, weak heart.
"Stop your madness or life will depart"
was Jane's warning to me, but a warning to heed?
This is not the sort of life I wish to lead
Surrounded by herbs and tonics and spies
And ugly maids with beady eyes
To see if I'm breathing, to check if I exist
To be forced out of a daily whore tryst
Perhaps when I'm well I'll give up this life
Settle down some, mayhaps seek a wife
But these thoughts are fleeting and words ringing hollow
I know myself best, and my actions to follow
I know but one way to live, that's as I deem fit
To go with what I please and not give a whit
About what others might gossip or whisper or do
To mineself I must be true.

::Looks at the drivel he wrote:: Bah. I can't take being in this damned bed. I am twenty-four summers old, and intend to see twenty-four more. Damnedblasted heart. Perhaps the Ship of Wishes would grant me a new.. but after the last excursion.. would the Wishmaster rip one from a healthy chest and bestow it unto me?

Would I care if it's from one I detest? Would I be able to choose the donor? Enough..enough..::He tires easily and lies back down::

--Journal Entry, 9 November, Sir Knight Carazzi

I suppose I ought relax into free speech here
no use being so poetic if the only one reading this is me
So here we are...
..Never a dull moment here,
that at least be true.
Even if we are all riddled with drama here
I suppose it's better than drab day to day routine..
It seems people are healing themselves
and from one whose duty it is to record the emotion of the general public
it is a great relief
Never been one to write anything good about sorrow and strife
Sylver and I are doing well
He is quiet
and I've never known someone such a mystery like that
Though I always see happiness
And I'm glad to say it is a reflection of my own.
Vixen seems a mite happier
Although I can't say I approve of what goes on between ALterio an She
I wish they would both stand up for themselves a bit more
Do what's best for them
instead of what's most convenient
I know there is love there
but it seems so uncomfortable and hurtful to them both well..
I wish them both the best
The children don't come around as much anymore
That tiny golden haired one now and then
but not the scads of tiny bright-eyed things that used to be.
I wonder where they've gone
and what their parents have turned them into.
None of my business

I've never beeb much good at bairn-tending
Which leads me to the question of my own...
Are Sylver and I to have any?
The entier question of the Betrothal has been trouble enough as it is...
And I don't want to bother him by bringing up the question
I know he is in no position to make things go any faster then they're going
But I still yearn for the day
He seemed to have liked the ring
I didn't get to much explain it
and perhaps he was only being kind
A polite gesture
It was so meaningful to me,
I suppose the intention of gifts is never trluy known
I'll have to look more deeply next i receive one..
I'm not sure what the point of this page is..
I feel I'm missing something
or am about to come upon something
surely this sweet times can't last forever
pains me to expand and think beyond my time with my love.
I should stop here
lest I get into rambling and tears

The Goddess be Wi'you.
Ara

*she quietly rests the white feather in against the spine, shuts the packed volume, binds it in the wine colored ribbon that keeps it fastened and tucks it away*

--Journal Entry, 9 November, Arachne