Men, gossiphounds and wolves (Journal Excerpts)
... it is so amusing, sometimes, the things that people will say. And how eager some people are to slap down the truth. I find myself not lacking for companionship, as of late, and it makes me miss home slightly less. Rose is back in Amber once more, and there is much to speak to her on, before she disappears once more....
Vosah is a dear, always seeking to expand my horizons and potential. It is good to have someone to speak with on matters involving our family, to have a knowledgeable ear to bounce ideas off of. He certainly is too generous with his gifts and the time he allows me. I dream of the tower, and with only him might I speak of it. Who knows what the others might think. ...who knows if I care what they do.
... Wolves. Such magnificent creatures they are. Strong and cunning, incredible in their fierceness. My task should be no trouble at all. Emrys will look quite lovely on the canvas I've prepared for him. All that is left is for the moment to be right, the time to come. I wonder how well I can paint on horseback. Perhaps I'll have a carriage brought out for me to ride in, when it all comes down. Yes, that would be lovely...
...I feel it racing through my veins every night, twisting through my body and demanding more. Duty and loyalty and secret fires. How long will it take before I burn from the inside out and set this phoenix free?
Vosah is a dear, always seeking to expand my horizons and potential. It is good to have someone to speak with on matters involving our family, to have a knowledgeable ear to bounce ideas off of. He certainly is too generous with his gifts and the time he allows me. I dream of the tower, and with only him might I speak of it. Who knows what the others might think. ...who knows if I care what they do.
... Wolves. Such magnificent creatures they are. Strong and cunning, incredible in their fierceness. My task should be no trouble at all. Emrys will look quite lovely on the canvas I've prepared for him. All that is left is for the moment to be right, the time to come. I wonder how well I can paint on horseback. Perhaps I'll have a carriage brought out for me to ride in, when it all comes down. Yes, that would be lovely...
...I feel it racing through my veins every night, twisting through my body and demanding more. Duty and loyalty and secret fires. How long will it take before I burn from the inside out and set this phoenix free?