Winterfal 26th
I've just had word from Issie; it appears I won't be spending Winterfall alone after all! I've attempted to get her father to speak with me to lend some sort of respectability to the match, but he won't hear of it. He's a difficult man--Maylire's father was practically shoving her out the door, but she'd have none of this marriage business. I can't say I would have, either, but times changed, and it seems that Colonel Rattan changed with them.
Had another nightmare last night. I don't recall exactly what it was, but it so unnerved me that I quit the house and went out into the woods. The bone-sprites were out in full force, and they do sing so beautifully. I must be careful to avoid the notice of General Skadron &c. when I make these nighttime ventures-- they will worry and think I've gone quite mad to be out in the Anwyrr Hills after sunset.
Major Prellis gave birth today; a daughter named Lyrenie. I took over drilling the battery crews in the meantime, and found that I'm becoming less twitchy around the guns as I spend more time out of the field.
My curiosity regarding General Skadron's melancholy finally convinced me to ask him what was the matter, and I find myself regretting posing the question in the first place-- his state of drunkenness did not make for a dignified reply. I wish that I could say that I expected infidelity from Colonel Medrow; when first I met her she was a common harlot, of course, and she still has more of the air of a bachelor about her than of a married woman. Still, there is a slow, steadfast manner about her that makes the news shocking to my eyes, at least.
I cannot decide whether she is more worthy of loathing or pity at the moment-- I have known both General Skadron and Sergeant Carrings for far longer than she has, and I have the advantage of being as indifferent to their charms as I am sympathetic to their motives regarding a lady. Medrow is no beauty, and she is far from genteel or even witty as far as I am concerned, but if I were in the General's situation at the moment I do not doubt that I would weep as well. It disconcerts me to see him in such a state over her, so bitter and grieved. If Colonel Medrow does not make amends, then I will see to it that my sword does.
The other goings-on of my day have been less eventful. Serenity pulled a shoe in the mud, so I must borrow one of Ms. Gambier's mounts. She informs me that she would greatly like to paint a portrait of me, although she warns me that her skills are dubious compared to some of the other painters in town. It's no matter to me; I simply feel a fool being a lady in Parliament and a colonel for nearly ten years and having my only picture buried with Maylire.
To do tomorrow:
Buy a doll for little Ms. Prellis
Follow Princess Stelle when she goes "pheasant hunting."
Get to a physician and see if he can't make me stop bleeding before Issie gets up here
Call on Mrs. Khazrikh
Have shirts washed
And now to a tavern.
Had another nightmare last night. I don't recall exactly what it was, but it so unnerved me that I quit the house and went out into the woods. The bone-sprites were out in full force, and they do sing so beautifully. I must be careful to avoid the notice of General Skadron &c. when I make these nighttime ventures-- they will worry and think I've gone quite mad to be out in the Anwyrr Hills after sunset.
Major Prellis gave birth today; a daughter named Lyrenie. I took over drilling the battery crews in the meantime, and found that I'm becoming less twitchy around the guns as I spend more time out of the field.
My curiosity regarding General Skadron's melancholy finally convinced me to ask him what was the matter, and I find myself regretting posing the question in the first place-- his state of drunkenness did not make for a dignified reply. I wish that I could say that I expected infidelity from Colonel Medrow; when first I met her she was a common harlot, of course, and she still has more of the air of a bachelor about her than of a married woman. Still, there is a slow, steadfast manner about her that makes the news shocking to my eyes, at least.
I cannot decide whether she is more worthy of loathing or pity at the moment-- I have known both General Skadron and Sergeant Carrings for far longer than she has, and I have the advantage of being as indifferent to their charms as I am sympathetic to their motives regarding a lady. Medrow is no beauty, and she is far from genteel or even witty as far as I am concerned, but if I were in the General's situation at the moment I do not doubt that I would weep as well. It disconcerts me to see him in such a state over her, so bitter and grieved. If Colonel Medrow does not make amends, then I will see to it that my sword does.
The other goings-on of my day have been less eventful. Serenity pulled a shoe in the mud, so I must borrow one of Ms. Gambier's mounts. She informs me that she would greatly like to paint a portrait of me, although she warns me that her skills are dubious compared to some of the other painters in town. It's no matter to me; I simply feel a fool being a lady in Parliament and a colonel for nearly ten years and having my only picture buried with Maylire.
To do tomorrow:
Buy a doll for little Ms. Prellis
Follow Princess Stelle when she goes "pheasant hunting."
Get to a physician and see if he can't make me stop bleeding before Issie gets up here
Call on Mrs. Khazrikh
Have shirts washed
And now to a tavern.