Halfway done. He has seen it, and i know not his feelings. The Dowayne Camellia has seen it, and assures me that the stitches are small enough. That she'll hate it, but she'll wear it. I tore it apart and redid it. Perfection. In this, this one thing, I need perfection. Not to prove anything to anyone but myself. Well, no. To show Marcello that his ( Read more... )

I'm starting to wish I had never taken the challenge. my fingers are pricked and i have ruined so much cloth. Companions help me, I'm in over my head. 

Today, today is just a day in which I wish to hide deep within Heliotrope and do nothing save fold laundry and hide from the rest of the house. Since coming back, I have been asked about Camlach and most have been polite when I tell them that I cannot speak of it, for I was hired to come there. Still the town make my heart bleed, even if the word ( Read more... )

He leaves them there like animals. Unmarked in the ground for any animal to come and cart them off. no sign to speak of what lay's beneath, no path to mark a trail to where they lay, whoever they are. He claims that it is them, but it cannot. If it was them, I would hope that those in the city would have at least had the decency to bury them, ( Read more... )

I find myself battling words with him of late, and I do not like it. Like waves crashing against a bulwark, I mean not to, but it happens. Am I testing boundaries? Is this part of the growing, the blossoming and becoming more than I was before? 30 ducats. 30 Ducats after what is tithed to the house and Naamah from my assignations. Then I visit the ( Read more... )

Another year has passed and it was a day of ups and downs. The Dowayne mandrake asked my favour in helping her with something. By doing so I have mis-stepped, and done something that I should not have, at the cost of getting them their win. It was a perfect kiss, Just enough pressure, warmth and want, but not what I expect and not want I want. ( Read more... )

A question was answered by the Duc, that makes sense now. Ir ode hard to catch up with the progress, and found His grace alone in his carriage. An invitation in yielded much, and Aislin felt uncomfortable and decided to ride back up to Rochet and find a place to settle our tent. My mood was lightened some, what little that had been darkened by this ( Read more... )