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Nov 29, 2010 07:29

[Private]

[ written, as per usual: ]

What a foolish excuse for interaction. Women, bought and acquired as if they were slaves, but only given the possibility of companionship rather than servitude? I do not see the point. If one wished to be with a woman like this, they had only to ask. All of this...farce seems entirely unnecessary. It is inviting disaster- what if you had appeared at the designated time and the woman reacted with disgust? You are humiliated.

I do not know why I had even bid. A chance to know those whom I find interesting better, I suppose...there are many here who I would learn more about. [ a brief chuckle, the pen stopping in its scribbles ] Elizabeth, and Lucy, and many others...all from strange lands and strange times, much further than the Dagger could ever reach.

Father...I wonder what you would think of me now, acclimated to this strange future in a world unknown to our own. There is Persia to come back to, Babylon to attain my rightful throne at, and yet...I find myself becoming accustomed to this castle. More days are spent within her walls than without in the world beyond. It is worrisome...

[ a pause, for awhile. ] But this is nothing which I cannot aid myself in. I must learn more about the castle, expand my knowledge of the world beyond, and travel. My donkey and cart await me at the outpost, after all...it is only a matter of leaving.

I am sure Halloween would not miss the training now.

[ which brings up a whole wealth of other issues. prince frowns to himself and just ends the filter there. ]

[/Private]

[ And so, Prince bundles up and heads for the next mystery: the Seasons Room. It's snowing in there today, and anyone walking past the open door - or inside - might see him simply standing in a snowdrift, staring out at the horizon. Journal's set on a bench nearby, flipping itself open as he talks to himself. ]

Hm. It has been some time since I have seen snow, and never in these quantities. As it appears to be real...it makes one wonder just how everything is produced. You cannot make something from nothing, after all, no matter what magic you may wield.

What, then, does the castle craft all of its gifts from? [ ...sigh ] Yet another mystery upon the countless others. I think I may prefer simply traveling in the wilderness again to this.

...but perhaps not in as great a number as last time. I think that may be your weakness, Paradisa.

the prince of persia

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