Journal: Ardra 7Kevhend broke into my room this afternoon. I had just sat at my desk to put down a tale about a lively little sparrow when Norah called me away for a walk.Journal: Ardra 7
"Please, Ardra," she'd practically begged. The look on her face had been the deciding factor; I reasoned she needed to escape her own problems for a few precious moments just as much as I did.
It's now about midnight on the last day of the newlywed period we allowed for Darren and Jerilyn. Kevhend will be going back to the camp tomorrow.
Where he found the rose I can't guess. They are not generally cultivated here, and they remind the people too much
FruitionI was called to Elias twice more. A week after the second time, I discovered I was going to have a baby.Fruition
The third time, I told Elias and he dismissed me after I had eaten. Reese had slept with me after every visit to Elias, acting like a younger sister would, brushing my hair and telling tales on the scullery maids gleaned from her sister. She'd found a charming young man in the stables, it seemed, for she prattled on and on about him. I liked to ask after him and let her chatter while my thoughts drifted.
They did that more and more often these days. I had hardly worked on anything since that first evening in Elias
DutyMy mother had sent her most trusted maid, Rosalind, to fetch me. Lord Bellamir had arrived, and it was time for me to meet my future husband.Duty
I smoothed my skirts, picking a feather off my bodice.
"Come, Lady Ardra," Rosalind said. "Lord Bellamir will not wait forever, you know."
"Yes, yes," I sighed, waving her away. She led me to my mother's private parlor, where the elegant Lady Debayne reclined on a cream sofa.
"Darling daughter!" she cried. "Your suitor is in your father's library, waiting for you. Let us go meet him, shall we?" My mother stood, shook out the pastel blue skirts that was
MasqueradeWhat Lies Between the Lines...What Lies Between the Lines...What Lies Between the Lines...
They don't tell you about the nights when you'll cry; when you'll curse and rave and throw wadded up tissues at the monitor. They don't tell you about the number of times you'll want to throw your pencil or brush or tablet pen in the garbage disposal and flip the switch.
They don't tell you about the time spent painting insane detail onto tiny things that no one will ever see, ever appreciate, ever understand except to say "nice" or "pretty" or "wow"--none of which ever come close to how you felt when you painted it. How you felt when you stepped back and stared and were awed for a mom
Check and Lifemate
Neutral
...Even though I didn't make it. D:
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Thanks! :]
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[wonders what she did that merits thanks]
You sang me happy birthday in my journal, lawl.
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But it's no problem anyway.
xoxo
I enjoyed the pixel song anyway. XD
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同人かになりたい！
And about your idea--the project of yours should Kishimoto-sensei not revive our beloved ninja--I'm totally behind you.
I'll do my best to revive our beloved kakashi! Count on me!
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同人かになりたい！
i love you!
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