:::Taking a moment to write, from cleaning her Shoppe, she pauses near the smelter and takes out her journal to write once again, feeling more alive than she did while on the mainland:::

Home again. The Manor was quiet and I havent been to the shoppe yet. I was too tired to go last night and check on everything. Everything was just as I had left it.

I may hire Khalidan to help me out here.. just an extra set of hands, to keep me from burning my fingers to a crisp. He says he needs a job, well, I have a shoppe and I can always use help.

I havent seen my Uncle yet. I dont even know if he knows Im married. Im sure he does.. nothing much goes on here that he doesnt know about. I can only say I hope he takes it well... its what I wanted from the beginning. I havent heard anything about it from anyone. Surely some one would have told me if I had upset him... at least Id like to think they would.

My husband, my beloved husband. I have to find out where he is. Surely Az will be around soon.... I know she has to be, he will keep looking for me until he finds me.. that much is always a given. I will find him.

I visited the Construction office this morning and talked with the elves about having another home built. I have a feeling Im going to need it. I remember how badly things went the last time I had talked to Uncle ALterio about marrying Taelie... I can only imagine the likely heart attack he suffered when someone else told him I had actually done it and married Taelie without him being there... not that he would have come any way.

Well, this Shoppe needs attending to, and my scribbling away just isnt going to get it done. So, enough for now, perhaps more later.

Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire

:::she dusts the entry, leaving it open on the counter to dry as she returns to cleaning the shoppe. Dusting away all the little cobwebs and dust bunnies, humming softly to herself all the while:::::

-Journal Entry 8 March, Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire

*Covers a yawn as she wakes in the late morning, and reaches for her journal before bathing for the day* I swear each day that goes by i am more tired. Crimmy seems to take alot of care.

I dont quite know what to do with him, seems every night somehow he escapes from the foundlings home, and ends up at the dome!! Not that i overly mind, I rather enjoy his presence, brings a sort of "meaning" to my life that i hadnt had before. Gives me something to dedicate my time to..almost gives me a purpose in life.

But oh, does he ever wear one out...I know careing for a child is a full time job, though i cant help but wonder if there is a bit more to this one in particular..I could call upon the experience of all those that have children now..or perchance go read up upon the proper ways of child rearing, though i believe the selection of writings on "How to Raise a Giant's Baby" would be sorely limited.

He seems to have taken to me and Eyas for some reason, why i do nae know, Neither of us have children and there are many other people, more experienced in this area.

Ah, though he has seem to "stolen" the hearts of a few that would think could nae ever be touched by a child..Morte for example...I tolerate Morte because he is Eyas's captian on the deamonshadow..an odd man, but nonetheless, deserving of civility from me. Crimmy has taken a fancy to calling him Mooottteee. and for some ungodly reason has this "idol" complex of him. Now he waddles about the dome..(yes he is starting to walk now, and I'm so proud)with his bottle of water, pretending its whiskey just like Uncle Mooottee. He sings songs that he says Morte sings (though Eyas disagree's, says morte doesnt sing) and tells everyone that he and Morte drink like "fiss" (fish).

While i cant say i condone such behavior from a child, truth be told i find it rather funny. But i fear i will have to start correcting some of his behavior soon before he tells the wrong person his 'version' of things. I already nearly got in trouble when he told a fellow worker that Char Char allows him to drink whiskey like Uncle Morte!!

I nearly pass out each night when i reach my bed. Sheer exhaustion. And i swear i dont know how much longer i can keep using my magic to make him small enough to handle...There's been times lately where my spells havent worked, and i had to try them again. I wonder if there is a spell i could use to keep him small permentantly...Otherwise he is just to large to manage.

But i still wonder how in the heavens he gets out of that foundling home at night..That really worries me. Mabye they need extra workers on hand to keep a better eye on their charges.

In other news..had one of my run-ins with the infamous Vixen again. Though i suppose tis been awhile, so we were overdue. Seems she will nae ever like me, keeps tossing insults towards me...Told me that i was scaring the men away, as Eyas and Morte have nae been about except for late night...Imagine, Vix being concerned with where Eyas is!!! His presence or lack thereof is of no concern to her. She has nae any business wishing for his company, let alone even thinking about my man!!

To top matters of when i went to go speak with Lyrias (ah, yes she is finally back, how i missed her so much) Vix had the audacity to throw a comment at me insuniuatiing that I killed Crimmys mother, by letting her bleed to death!!!! Can you imagine the wench actually made it sound like it was my fault. I did my best...tried to stop the bleeding, and just because i didnt use my once daily heal on the giant, Vix makes it sound as though it was my fault!!!!

Makes me wonder how she would have reacted if that heal i saved would have been used to save HER life, or one of her CHILDREN!! I'm sure she would nae complain then. I am not a healer..and can only help with such things once per day...I was simply saving it for those that are fellow citizens, in case it was needed.

Besides, She didnt complain much during our "fight" when we were holed up at the Manor...when i was tending to her husbands wounds, when he got hit in the chest. We worked togeather and wrapped him well enough to stop the bleeding untill Ros could heal him proper..I wonder where all the insults were then, when i was trying to save her husband from bleeding to death.

Bah, the woman only cares for herself, and tosses rude insults to those who dare to stand up to her. A scared child. So, Aye, i did toss some rather rude comments back..in a way i regreat them, but she makes me so angry, and I'll not stand there and take it from her. I wonder how M'lord Carazzi puts up with her mood swings, though he has nae been around much to see them. But being her husband i'm sure he knows.

I regreat making some comments about Alterio Sr though, I twisted my words to make Vix think he just might be sleeping around on her. I seriously doubt that. He is ever the kind and manored man. Very few like him about this Isle anymore. She just got so under my skin that i had to push her buttons as she does to so many herself. And i do belive it worked. The look on her face was......precious....

-Journal Entry 9 March, Lady Charquin Clemont

Dear Journal:

Well a lot of things have happened since I have last written. I should catch up. First of all, there has been a lot of upheaval on the island. We are almost forced to leave by an alliance of dwarves, sharken and giants. Let me tell you about it.

At approximately 10 pm a few weeks back, tremors rocked the Dome as a giant, accompanied by a company of dwarves came up the beach along the waterline, holding Lady Charquin as she dangled precariously, in obvious danger. Dwarven archers fired flaming arrows first then hurled rocks at us. Facing these impossible odds, we tried to talk to the attackers. Some exchange of communication was accomplished, however, the foes were joined by an overpowering force of sharken who, upon hearing jeers of a few people, including the drow, Mori Quessir, they attacked and injured both Alterio and Lord Neo. .. They later killed Neo. It was brutal. Kellindil tried to enter the Dome and was immediately also attacked by sharken.

We were faced with no choice but to deal with them. They stated they would take the island by total massacre or willingly within an alotted time period of 7 days. Their reasoning was that they had been the original island natives and they would take it back by force if necessary.

Tensions in that week rose and Alterio asked that we take shelter in the manor, making defensive preparations. I took Christopher and did so, but did not see to kate. Oh I mourn that decision. I had been thinking that the people who normally care for Kate would make sure she was well away from danger. And Now I have heard it is possible that she as well as all the others housed there died in the forthcoming attack. I know the fault does not lie in my hands yet I feel wretched that she would have died in this circumstance... gods above, be merciful. I have heard no more word upon it.

.. Well onward.

All I do know is that my nephew is safe. His mother's condition is uncertain at this point. I suppose his custody will now be in dispute since I have letters from Kate committing his care to me and entrusting the boy's welfare to my judgement. Well I shall do nothing with them, unless I burn them. I want little if nothing to do with that situation. I do love my nephew but I can not make the decision as to who should raise the child or who would be better suited. Let the child stay with his father till a court of law rules & they can figure out what is to be done.

Well, On other matters.... The giants that invaded here had a baby with them. The child remains here and now lives at the foundling home. He is almost as large as an adult human and he is but a babe. He is an affectionate boy tho' and quite bright. I hope all goes well in his rearing but I think problems will eventually arise as he grows.

The Sandpaper is out and gods they are gossiping about Boss using my bedroom at Mammon's cave. It seems to me people would have better things to talk about. He -did- kiss me though... just once. We were walking and he found a shell. I said I thought it was pretty and he asked if I would like it. I said yes and he leaned in and kissed me, saying that he never gave things away without getting a fair payment for them. Well I was shocked, but he pursued it no further. So I suppose that is that and nothing is meant by it other than a small exchange. At least that is how I see it anyway. Perhaps I shall ask Mammon about it. He knows Boss much better than I. Still I dont think I should take it seriously. I am far more involved with my emotions concerning someone else.

Last eve, I talked to Jane at length about my personal feelings and trying to sort things thru. I do believe She made sense. I think I will take her advice. She says my relationship with Eden may be a chance for happiness. She is more than likely right. I just need to make sure I have my own feelings sorted out and in order. Which I know in time, they will be.

Well I shall write more later...

X

-Journal Entry 9 March, Xanthia Morgan

It looks like I was right about Adam. I didnt trust him from the beginning. And he says I am as dumb as Donk. I should have just killed him and got it over with.

Rosalyn..I dont understand her. Adam was near death and she heals him just to tell him she will kill him? Why wait? Do it and get it over with. Hesitation can get her killed in the long run.

It seems Adam was having me and Char spied on. Samuel finally talked after I threatened to remove his tongue if he didnt talk.

Baby Crimmy seems to be doing great. But why he sees to care about Char I will never know. She is a pompous ass. She and I will never see eye to eye on anything.

Well, there was one pleasant surprise and that is Raven's arrival on the Island. After all this time, I hadnt really expected to see him again.

I dont know where Morte and Marcus are. I havent seen either of them since the night of the massacre. I asked Ros about them. She said she thinks she saw Morte earlier in the week but she wasnt sure. And I have not been flirting with Morte. Where does the paper get this garbage? He hates me and calls me names. He is rude and obnoxious. I bet he spends as much gold on the dock whores as Alterio does.

Repairs and clean up at the Bazaar and homes is moving along slowly. Many died that night. I heard that Alterio's ex wife, Kate is dead. No big loss there though.

I guess that is all for now.

Vixen

"she signs it and leaves it open on the desk to dry"

-Journal Entry 10 March, Vixen Blade Carazzi

::he sits propped up against his dragon some miles away fromhis former home, tears threatning his eyes and his bodice still bloodsoaked. He opens up the Journal and begins to write::

I do not know in the first time in my life what to do... I have fled that rat whole of an Island because I cannot do what I came to, and when I returned home, there was no home to goto! My own blood has overthrown me. BITCH! She is just as bad as her brother! I do not know what to do now.. I simply could not stand being polite to those.. barbarians any longer, so I showed them my true self.. my 'virtues'. If I go back, I may be killed...

::he sets the journal down, letting all his emotions overwhelm him, letting them burn into a firey rage.. he begins to write again::

If I cannot do what I came to, then the plans have changed. I will go back, I have no other choice!! If I cannot bring him back, I will kill as many as I have to.. starting with that foul wench Rosalyn Lovine. *he grins sadistically and drops the journal down on the ground, and lets himself and the dragon rest a few hours before the dirty work can begin::

-Journal Entry 10 March, Lord Adam