Journal Entry: Torn
I'm mated. Twice over in fact. It's sort of hard to believe. But Donovan chased me, caught me, became my mate in Weir tradition. Then we hunted and felled our prey, and returned triumphant to the castle, to be mated in Unseelie tradition. It's pretty nice. Donovan and I may not be much alike in a lot of ways, but he's a good mate for me. We're happy together. I have a few regrets, or maybe not regrets, but things I would have liked to deal with before being mated. But I'm happy.
The girls are growing bigger, stronger. They still look tiny, but I can see a vast difference from when they were born. Angela seems to be more in touch with her Weir side than Gabriella. Which, oddly enough, Donovan predicted. Deacon nearly dropped Angela when she shifted in his arms. His reaction was hilarious. Deacon, Donovan and Zane are all in love with them. Which is good. They'll have the love that children should have.
I saw another baby today too, one also born early. It seems that Felix and I have made up after our misunderstanding. Which is good too. I'm low on friends since I left Weirmonken. Well, before that even, I suppose. I don't get why in some cases, but I'm not going to mourn people who couldn't stand by me.
Sadly, it looks like blood really doesn't lie. I'm really disappointed to discover this though, even as the proof disgusts me. I know I'm far from perfect, but there are some traits that should really not be passed down. I feel for a friend who has to deal with it personally.
I've finally nagged Deacon into letting me start work on an orphanage in the lower city. It's something we need, and that will do a lot of good. I'm actually looking forward to my work on it.
Donovan and I have decided to split our time between Amber, Arcadia, and our little island getaway. Now we just need to figure out how to construct some sort of shelter there. A few poles does not a shelter make.
And dammit, I need to get my knives back from my cousin!
The girls are growing bigger, stronger. They still look tiny, but I can see a vast difference from when they were born. Angela seems to be more in touch with her Weir side than Gabriella. Which, oddly enough, Donovan predicted. Deacon nearly dropped Angela when she shifted in his arms. His reaction was hilarious. Deacon, Donovan and Zane are all in love with them. Which is good. They'll have the love that children should have.
I saw another baby today too, one also born early. It seems that Felix and I have made up after our misunderstanding. Which is good too. I'm low on friends since I left Weirmonken. Well, before that even, I suppose. I don't get why in some cases, but I'm not going to mourn people who couldn't stand by me.
Sadly, it looks like blood really doesn't lie. I'm really disappointed to discover this though, even as the proof disgusts me. I know I'm far from perfect, but there are some traits that should really not be passed down. I feel for a friend who has to deal with it personally.
I've finally nagged Deacon into letting me start work on an orphanage in the lower city. It's something we need, and that will do a lot of good. I'm actually looking forward to my work on it.
Donovan and I have decided to split our time between Amber, Arcadia, and our little island getaway. Now we just need to figure out how to construct some sort of shelter there. A few poles does not a shelter make.
And dammit, I need to get my knives back from my cousin!