Changing Seasons
[Liadrin is reclining comfortably on a bench in town, one leg crossed over the other, arms propped up behind her head. It's oddly informal for someone so ritually hung up on knightly conduct, but these days it's beginning to seem a little less important. She can cool down, let go of her hang ups-- just -relax-, and she likes that feeling. It's liberating.
The elf reaches over to her pack, picking up her journal with one hand-- the other still propping up her neck-- and addressing it]
It's so strange to think of all the restrictions we place on ourselves for whatever reason. It is true that some are necessary to function in proper society, and others for survival itself, but some...some we place on ourselves for no reason at all other than to have that control there in the first place.
And truly, complete control is impossible to attain, isn't it? Especially here...
Perhaps it would be better to simply let go and give in.
[ooc: Open as always via journal or in person. Pester the ladyelf, I dare you. :3 <3 I may be slow to respond because I have work in a few, but I will respond!]
The elf reaches over to her pack, picking up her journal with one hand-- the other still propping up her neck-- and addressing it]
It's so strange to think of all the restrictions we place on ourselves for whatever reason. It is true that some are necessary to function in proper society, and others for survival itself, but some...some we place on ourselves for no reason at all other than to have that control there in the first place.
And truly, complete control is impossible to attain, isn't it? Especially here...
Perhaps it would be better to simply let go and give in.
[ooc: Open as always via journal or in person. Pester the ladyelf, I dare you. :3 <3 I may be slow to respond because I have work in a few, but I will respond!]