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 Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 7:11 pm
FORGOTTEN DOCUMENT JOURNALS "All around the sky was draining of colour, the air growing pale and bloodless, as the dying circle of the sun finally disappeared behind the crags. Beyond the caste the range of the Carpathian mountains rose into the distance, like mighty clouds frozen into lonely monoliths below an infinate heaven."
Birthdate: 09/04/04
Gender: Female
Guardian: Naita
Daemon: Frozen
Powers: Transmute water.
Past Identity: Unknown
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 7:34 pm
 1. Contents
2. Info on Eydis
3. Info on Naita
4. Photo Album
5. Friends
6. Momentus Events
7. Gifts & Possessions
Quote: Those allowed to post in this journal- Myself, obviously. Liz-liz & Quietsnooze Other Guardians Those stopping off to deliver stuff heart
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 7:37 pm
  Name: Eydis
Age: Pre-teen.
Guardian: Lady Naita Siri
Beloved Daemon: Frozen
Gender: Female
Status: At war with Breena.
Personality: Shy by nature, Eydis distrusts that which is new, and will continue to do so if given good reason for her feelings. She is, however, a warm child with those she trusts, entering into their play with zeal. Silent for a deal of time in new meetings, Eydis will not demand new friendships as some children do. She observes others, deciding whether or not they are deserving of her trust, before, like any child, giving way to the mirth of a new acquaintance. Her behaviour when there are none about, however, is most curious. She seems to have a self-possession only ever quietly implied, and in her times alone with her Daemon and, occasionally, her guardian, she can be playful, even silly.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 7:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 7:39 pm
 Eydis and Frozen the day I opened that fateful book.  Eydis as a beautiful toddler.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 7:41 pm
  Having seen Mael more often than the other Forgotten, Eydis has grown to trust the snake-boy, though Frozen suspects his daemon of harbouring intent to devour.
 When Eydis and Otium met, a locket and a coin proved ice breakers, and with a gift from him securely treasured, he's quickly becoming accepted as trustworthy.
 Althalus is rather new to Eydis, and she suspects him still.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 7:46 pm
 December '04- Eydis blossoms into a toddler.
13/9/04- Naita discovers the library, opens a book, and Eydis is born!
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 7:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 7:49 pm
Quote: What a day, what a day. Ever have those times where a day slips out of the realm of your understanding, completely and utterly? Welcome to my world. This morning started off fairly simple, I left the manor in my favourite green silk dress, the one with a brocade bodice, detailed in fine gold thread, a gift from my uncle. Anyway, I left for an intriguing building, in the old style, high and lofty with high minimised windows, the light filtering best when the sun is slanted, thus almost useless in the middle of the day. Whilst wandering the halls I soon became utterly lost, my sense of direction out the tiny windows. Catching sight of someone else I made a run for it, almost creasing my lovely dress in the process. No matter though, the material held well to the excercise, and soon myself and a woman named Kam, who was behind me, made our way to a pair of large wooden doors, hiding behind them a room with a winding staircase leading down from it, a spot of light playing at the top, bobbing and darting. The three of us, the person we followed turned out to be a man named Wren, were soon descending, and found another set of doors, this time glass, with the light behind them. Somehow we were then locked in our chamber from above, and I scarcely want to think what sorcery was at hand there. Moving on, behind the glass doors lay a great library, filled to the very roof with immeasurable number of books. I saw a few familiar titles, but was drawn to a thin volume, which turned out to be cool to the touch, and crisp and white as the newest publication, though layered with dust. A great mystery how, and I still do not understand. Having just opened this delicious pamphlet, we three were rudely interrupted by a man shouting expletives, ordering us to put down our books and follow him, and proceeding to tell us an extraordinary tale- our books were indeed no ordinary printed word. They contained a child. A child! Obviously not what I expected from a storybook. To make a long story short, when we emerged from the office, three infants lay waiting for us on the table, my own a beautiful girl with frozen skin, fair hair and a circlet, much like my own, wrapped tightly in swaddling cloth. Though surprising, she was the most beautiful baby I have had the honour to behold, and now she is at the manner with me, I cannot stop staring at her, her rosebud mouth blooming and receding like the springtime buds with each breath. Oh, an afterthought- this note lay with my darling Eydis and her little pet bird, Frozen. I wonder what it could mean?
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 8:43 pm
A large, black Tala swoops down from overhead, bearing a young boy on its back. Before he can land, the boy jumps off and runs towards the door, grumbling incoherently about kids and errands. Reaching into his backpack, he pulls out a small box with a note taped on and sets it on the doorstep before re-mounting the Tala and flying off.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2004 3:58 pm
The Homecoming.
As the first signs of dusk moved through the still air, Naita, her new ward gripped safely in her arms, made her way home for the night, keen to settle her young Eydis into her new home.
Crunching upon the gravel walkway the young woman raised her eyes to the family home to which she had been banished, it's red brick facade seeming once like a prison to the courtier. Now, though, it was home, and she could look on it with pleasure.
The house had been built in a great flourish of her family's wealth, placed atop a small hill an artificial stream circled, an attempt to create the idea of the place being so grand it needed a moat. The house itself, always caught in one sunbeam or another, was fashionable in the old way, great masses of large windows singing their views upon the world below, and the atrium escaping the general lines just slightly. At sunset and sunrise, however, the manor showed it's full glory, windows catching at the fleeting rays of light and reflecting them cheerfully, the bricks blushing like a flirting teen. To this sight the green-swathed figure and her child approached, Naita's silhouette cutting a tiny, but striking difference to the colour of the picture.
Once inside, with the oak door shut soundly behind her, Naita eyed the two servants ready and waiting for their tasks now she returned. These two were her only personal servers, the only two she had been allowed to add to the usual house staff. Elsa, her pretty maid, stood tall and erect, golden hair pinned back and grey eyes sparkling with their usual mischief. Though she was not the best servant Naita knew of, she liked the girl, who always had a trick up her sleeve and a piece of gossip to recall. Riife, her manservant, was the complete opposite of Elsa, and though he tried never to show it, had built a strong affection for the golden maid. A short man with an impeccable figure and thinning hair even at his young age, Riife was dark-skinned and dark-haired, with astonishingly clear blue eyes. He took great satisfaction in his job, and had yet to be faulted in his years of service.
To the girl Naita gave the instruction of readying the nursery, outfitting the cradle with the best linens they could afford, finding toys, and placing a rocking chair near the window, so Naita could watch Eydis' sleep, or rock her when she couldn't. To Riife the simple task of finding food for herself and the infant was dispatched, an errand she knew the man would enjoy, due to his gourmet yearnings, and understanding of infants. In truth, her manservant knew more than her wetnurse by way of looking after young children.
Enquiring of one of the household servants where her half-sister Linaia may be, she received the usual answer- out. Her elder sibling was often out with her darling Aelus, and through jealousy and a feeling of abandonment, Naita disliked the farmhand unworthy of a noble's love. He did not even show his ardour, according to her sister. Linaia was pining for a peasant that did not return her feelings openly, and was willing to humiliate and disappoint her family for him, when a duke was being arranged for her hand.
"Simple girl," Naita muttered under her breath, before forgetting these darker feelings as the sleeping child in her arms awoke, struggling against her tightly wrapped linen and fixing Naita's face in her piercing gaze. Smiling down on Eydis, the young woman nodded, starting up the stairs. "Yes my love, this is home."
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 7:47 am
A small paper bag flitted off toward the libray. Seeing as visitors weren't allowed, Tiagra found a way to bewitch the bag to follow her instructions. It hopped around rather awardly until reaching it's destination in the library on the desk. To make sure it was for Naita, the bag had an attached note reading: Quote: Hello Naita, From the outside I've heard about your little Eydis, and couldn't help to make her some gifts, I've included a journal for when she's older, a keepsake box for her treasures, and a key to lock each one. I hope everything is going well for you and she isn't too much trouble. See you soon, Tiagra The small bag then opened itself revealing the three gifts. The journal blue silver and white. Having silver corners, and blue gems with a place holder from the top. The keepsake matching the journal with a porcelin tint to it also with gems; and the key that could open both looked icy and blue.  ((As a note, custimization is available too, if you wanted me to do that. ^^))
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 8:00 pm
Happenings at the Manor
Sat in the beech rocking chair sat in the nursery, overlooking the garden and it's neat rows of hedges, Naita sang softly to Eydis, the infant yawning deeply and stretching her chubby limbs inside the blankets wrapped around her tiny form. As usual, the babe's body temperature was lower than usual, but the young woman had soon grown accustomed to this fact, and had taken instead to worrying about the quiet nature of the little girl. Eydis had made some noise, so it was sure that she was not mute, but she had not yet wailed through the night, or let out that piercing cry most infants perfect within seconds of entering the world. Instead, she seemed to watch everything around her, pale eyes catching on the slightest movement and holding there until the interest passed.
Yet even these keen eyes had to shut at some point, and in the pale light of morning did they close now, as her guardian rocked and sang her a song of the country, of the fields and those that toiled in their confines. An odd choice of song for a woman once the toast of court, but Naita had grown to love Whitebrook Manor, and it's small dramas that seemed the world to those within it's walls. Today, unbeknownst to her, one of those dramas was due.
Placing the now sleeping baby in her crib, watching the tiny girl snuggle into the soft linens, pressing one chubby hand onto her daemon, who, unflinching, accustomed himself to the pressure, before nestling against Eydis' soft cheek and dozing off, Naita silently exited the room. Heading for the stairs, the woman continued humming the tune she had been singing a moment before, noticing another silky voice singing not far off.
Elsa, whilst making her mistress' fire, was singing a song lately taught her by her father, unaware that two others stood admiring the performance. Naita, poised at the top of the stairs, had ceased her own noise to listen to the gentle harmony of the other, sweet voice lilting and soaring beautifully. The other listening to this was cloaked in shadow, eyes soft with admiration, even when not able to see her golden face.
Riife, hidden behind a wealth of tapestries and making the appearance of dusting a few ornaments in this hidden cavern, keeping both ears trained on the even notes floating on the air.
Naita, still half listening, merely smiled at the tune, heading down the stairs to instruct the cook for that night's supper.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2004 5:36 pm
Quote: Another day of surprises. Eydis finally began making more noises than previously, cooing gently at Frozen as he hopped about the garden, splashing in the morning dew. I had taken them out beyond the hedgerows so that Eydis may feel the warm sun on her cold skin, the feeling of earth beneath her hands, and the soft grasses whenever she lost her balance from her seated position. I spent much of the time simply carrying her about, showing her the various plants, animals, and insects that inhabit the family land. The peacocks in particular seemed to capture her attention, strutting proudly with their plumage on display for all to see. The deer, with their velvety eyes, have always been my favourite, the way the younger prance about carelessly, their spotted rumps rising and falling as they spring about, the elder moving with grace and beauty in their own dancing way. In one spot we settled on the soft ground, a labyrinth of low hedge stretching about us in all directions. As usual, I could not be bothered making my way through it, and simply stepped over the foliage until I reached the found the gazebo marking the centre. Placing Eydis and Frozen on the ground to play and idle about the green surroundings, I sat on the seat for a while, enjoying the early heat. Eydis, in her usual quiet manner, began gazing about the area, chubby hands outstretched towards objects that caught her eye, pudgy face lighting up when Frozen occasionally took the hint and brought them to her, where she gripped them, licked them, and usually immediately lost favour for them. After one particularly disastrous taste, her little face screwed up, and despite my immediate attentions, she let out first a whimper, then a quiet wail, the salty tears pouring down her blushing cheeks. My darling had never before cried, so it seems odd to have been brought joy by this event, but the relief that she is not incapable of the action is impossible to convey! My Eydis' first tears. 
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2004 10:53 pm
Quote: To think that this time last year I was dancing at court. I remember the dances, the dresses, the feasts. Yet I miss them less now. I also remember the false pleasantries, the idle gossip, the fears of treachery and being found out in my own dealings. It's three months to the day since I left, and I grow used to the confines of the country, the farmers with their beaten brows, their againg faces and their sincere smiles. The harvest begins soon, and the fete will not be long behind. I am quite keen to see what the fete is like, Linaia spoke of stalls and merchants, so I may be able to find some lovely tulle and silk, perhaps even enough to make Eydis her first formal dress! She's growing fast, each day seems to bring a new development. I fear that she will not long be my baby, my sweet little infant, unable to survive without my care. It may sound selfish, but I love the feeling that she needs me. I don't think I've ever been truly needed before, or even necessary. I haven't told my family at court of Eydis yet. Cowardly, perhaps, but partly for fear that they'll summon her to court once she is old enough. Such a quiet, innocent child submitted to their world? I would not allow it. They would break her, crush her spirit like glass under foot. My own introduction to court was all the usual things- colourful, musical, stunning. But it did not take long for the gloss to wear off, and for the fractions of court to become obvious, each tantalising, teasing and intriguing the king. Young girls were put forward, sent away, fortunes mad, lost, all by the whim of a man. One man, with so many lives in his grasp. My own family soon came up with the thought to push me forward, and alas, the bait was taken. Soon I was being chased by his majesty, with his wishes of making me his mistress. A mistress! As if I could be no more to a man than a fleeting desire. My own heart lay elsewhere, but I shall not speak of that. He is below my station, and thus below me. I will not be like Linaia, doting on her little peasant. Anyway, within weeks of these attentions my family's wealth was raised, and my place as a mistress seemed decided between my parents and his highness. I was awoken one night and led to meet him, where he put his hands all over me, did obscene things. So I ran, ran back to my quarters and hid. I hid there for two days, refusing to come out, lest my parents betrayed me again. And when they finally coaxed me out, they put me in a carriage and sent me to the manor, with tales of their disappointment in me ringing in my ears. I will not allow the same for Eydis, she will be beloved and obeyed, the little mistress of the manor.
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