It is not so different than before, truly. At least this time I had the opportunity to know him for myself. That is rather remarkable in itself.

I have decided to request a proper press from the Castle to make coffee in the correct manner. If anyone would wish to share some with me, I shall be in the kitchen.

[when she awakens, Reinette comes across a strange gift that for once? Causes her to smile. It has been some time since she allowed herself to enjoy archery. She gives it no further thought than that.]

We might yet come to understand each other, this place and I.

[and with resolve she dresses, gathers the arrows, and makes her way outside. A tree ( Read more... )

[Today Reinette is curled into a chair in the library, the smallest hint of informality that suggests the span of her time here. Her journal is swiftly becoming a collection of not only ideas and musings, but flowers collected from the grounds, sketches and letters that will never be posted]There are a great many new faces that come still, day ( Read more... )

[Reinette is seated in the library, writing in her journal. There is a glass of wine nearby, which might prove troublesome later]I must thank those that were so kind as to mark my recent birthday. It was unexpected, and yet not unwelcome. I have not celebrated the day in such a manner in many years ( Read more... )

[For a moment she hesitates, which is quite unlike her. The tip of her pen sits simply depressed on the page, ink spreading out slowly from a single point. There is a swift breath of frustration as she notices it, because she has no sand with which to blot the error ( Read more... )

I wonder, then, if I was ever truly lonely in France. I used to imagine that I was. I used to busy myself with Louis and households. The theater. Letters to those that entertained me. And through it I imagined it to be a distraction to the loneliness that pulsed just underneath. It was a strange composition, one in an unsteady time I could never ( Read more... )

It occurs to me that I have been far too idle for far too long. I observe, but I still fail to understand this place. I think the time has come for me to try a different tactic all together.

Thus, I shall be in the kitchens making crepes and pressing coffee should anyone be interested.

Reinette turns in her bed, drifting into wakefulness. As the details of the day seep more deeply into her consciousness, she too becomes aware of the differences.

And mild annoyance.

This is not the first time the Castle as attempted as much. Only one thing is for certain.

Her room is lo longer her own]It is to be expected, I suppose. Who would ( Read more... )

Nearly everyone, it seems, is confused on the very nature of who they are. Something has quite obviously been done to us.

The question that now presents itself is how.

[and then signed with a flourish, because it is the one thing she is certain of]

Jeanne-Antionette