Journal Entry: Disappointment
So I was exiled from Weirmonken again today. This time at least I was told before it was lifted. Not that it really matters since I'd already decided not to return. But I suppose people have to do whatever saves their pride. The only way this can possibly annoy me is if Niamh or Zane need me, since stepping foot there will mean silver or fire for me. Apparently a bite of my flesh will make people sicken. Please. Is that lame or what?
Speaking of sickness, I'm sick of being sick. Being pregant? Not fun. Not at all. I can't wait for it to be over already. But I have months left. Dammit. AND I'm getting hovered over. I get yelled at for wine, for wrestling, for walking funny...Okay, maybe not quite that bad, but I have a couple of worriers for family. Gotta love them though.
Been spending a lot of time in Arden lately. More specifically around the Citadel of the Oisen. A man named Collins is there, he trains animals. A lot of freaky animals too. It's pretty cool. He's training a pet for me. The perfect pet for me, actually.
Also been spending a lot of time planning. So far though only one plan, and a small one at that, has been put into action. But then again, I have no doubt it achieved its desired effects. A lot of people are guessing it was me though. Niamh said she didn't figure anyone else with cause who had the guts to do it. Which is flattering, but really kind of sad. Still, if these plans work out how I want to, it'll help a lot of people. Not really me, though. Who knew I could be a philanthropist?
I should save one of the invitations. They're very pretty, even if the party was a complete sham. Still, I wonder who actually went to the docks...
Speaking of sickness, I'm sick of being sick. Being pregant? Not fun. Not at all. I can't wait for it to be over already. But I have months left. Dammit. AND I'm getting hovered over. I get yelled at for wine, for wrestling, for walking funny...Okay, maybe not quite that bad, but I have a couple of worriers for family. Gotta love them though.
Been spending a lot of time in Arden lately. More specifically around the Citadel of the Oisen. A man named Collins is there, he trains animals. A lot of freaky animals too. It's pretty cool. He's training a pet for me. The perfect pet for me, actually.
Also been spending a lot of time planning. So far though only one plan, and a small one at that, has been put into action. But then again, I have no doubt it achieved its desired effects. A lot of people are guessing it was me though. Niamh said she didn't figure anyone else with cause who had the guts to do it. Which is flattering, but really kind of sad. Still, if these plans work out how I want to, it'll help a lot of people. Not really me, though. Who knew I could be a philanthropist?
I should save one of the invitations. They're very pretty, even if the party was a complete sham. Still, I wonder who actually went to the docks...