Trisha

[Kara Winters]

{:First Teen:}

Worklog April 18th, 2006

Well this will be perhaps my last log entry in this journal. Though it is quiet possible I'll make a few notes in it every once in a while. Trisha I think is old enough to use this diary for her own means. If there is anyway to better understand a growing Second is to have them write it down.

Trisha.... oddly enough, though not the first child I have taken on, is most certainly the first humanoid teen I have ever taken care of. The only other teen that ever entered the household was Wish, but Wish was a talking cat.

We had agreed that I would start paying Trisha for helping around the inn. Though a part of me is kind of afraid. Trisha still hasn't found what she wants to do the most. Without that.... I don't know if she can remain happy at the inn.

However, she still has her life ahead of her. I am sure over time Trisha will find out what it is she enjoys the most. Hopefully, when she finds that out, she'll be at ease.  

[Kara Winters]

{ biggrin reams:}

Entry May 2nd, 2006

This is probably the first time I've ever gotten a chance to write in my own journal. At first I didn't know what to write about every day seemed to be the same to be, and it's not like I had any grand plans. I guess that's the main problem, I have no grand plans to talk about.

Take my brother Triton for example, he's older than me, but when he was a kid, he had everything planned out. He wanted to see the world one day, and to be the strongest ever. The most inspiring thing is, he still wants that, and works for it every single day. Even now as a teen, I don't think anything will stop him.

I saw him today, someone attacked both him and his friend Were-Ah. He fought the guy tooth and nail, and well he was badly hurt as a result. Not that, that was a good thing but.... he did it to protect a friend, and he was strong.

I guess what I'm saying is that, I don't know about myself. Unlike my other siblings they are interested in either magic or fighting, I don't want neither, I want to be normal. Well there is also Mia and now Helen, but, they're still trying to figure out that with Mother they have free will.

The problem is, I don't know what I really want out of life. There are times I feel so lost. It's like I'm the only one who hasn't decided what to aim for. I like to draw but is that enough?  

[Kara Winters]

{:Nature:}

Entry May 11th, 2006

It's strange, when I began to start focusing on art, when I began working around and helping mother things slowly began to kind of fall into place. After I grew up to a teen, besides still taking small lessons with mother (as she would say better to be knownledgable than ignorant) I also help around. Not just the inn though, but at the school as well. Especially since Mom needs help seeing for a while, she really needs to stop casting higher magic it can't be good to go blind all the time.

Though I find, I like working at the inn the best, being out in the middle of nowhere with nothing but the fields, trees and lake. There is a small grove near the lake I like to go to. It's a pretty place where I can sketch to my heart's content.

There is something inspiring about nature, about this routine that someone once told me about. To be able to hear the wind talk, or the water murmur. I wonder how that would look like to someone who could hear all of that.

I was once told, that the nature within the grove cared for me a lot. That they look out for me. I didn't ask it then, but I wanted to know how she was so sure of that.  

[Kara Winters]

{:Inspiration:}

Entry June 3rd, 2006

Recently... I think inspiration have been striking me in my sleep. It's that or I've been eating something strange before bedtime. Or perhaps it is the lack of anything real or better to do. No one in the family wanders out of thier rooms when the guests are about now. Mother promises to fix it soon, the thing she's kind of worried to, but we keep assuring her it'll be fine. There's also the fact I have little to do now that mother has gotten her sight back.

It's so odd though... the dreams....

I dream at night of wide open fields with little horses in them, but I don't think they're horses. I dream of strange plants and berries, ones not found in Gaia at all. Which is saying a lot because there is very little one cannot find in Gaia. Trust me I know.

For the life of me though I can't remember much else about it. Though I do have the urge to paint something. Mother says we might move again, but she does not want to worry Mit if she moves again. She says she's been moving a lot lately, which is true. I say we send a message to Mit saying that we're moving again to a bigger place that doesn't accept people to live with us. I think it would be a grand idea don't you?

And I can paint things on the walls, but it would be a shame to leave those roses, but who knows... maybe we can bring a few with us yes? One can hope anyhow. Though the question is where shall we move? Perhaps somewhere closer to the school?  

[Kara Winters]

{:One... Two... Three...:}

Entry August 23th, 2006

As an artist, I like to sit back and see patterns and shapes in the world around me. There are times just even observing my own family is enough to see how things work. After all this time watching while helping, I find that my family works in cycles. The cycles of my family's growth.

As many people know I have a lot of brothers and sisters, we vary from all chronological ages and stages of growth. Some of us are ready to go out into the wide world, while others are still growing and discovering themselves. Mother, is the catyast, which brings us all together. She brings children home, whether on purpose or by fate depends perhaps a bit of both at times.

Our family has a set number for a while (the current number being thirteen children). That's the way it always is, for a period of time unknown to us the number in our family will not change. Unless you include the variances in pets that are brought in at times. But for children that number stays the same, often for over a week or so, sometimes on a rare occasion for a month.

During this time, our family goes in terms of children growing up and gaining their loves and children (this occurance is new so how often it will happen remains unknown.) Then suddently after that unknown period is over we gain more brothers and sisters.

Not just one, but anywhere up to three or four new brothers and sisters enter into the family in a span of about a week or two. Then it would go quiet again, and again we would have no one else enter our home.

Though I do admit right now it is getting quite busy, since no one else but Triton is an adult yet and most are children running around our happy home. Ah well.. I think the pattern shall get more interesting once many of us have grown up.  

[Kara Winters]

{Looking for a Master}

The fire was bright, and the workshop was hot to the point where even in her short and strapless baby doll dress Trisha could feel the beats of sweat roll down her back. For the many weeks (since she finally accepted that the world of art called to her), Trisha had travelled into town to see what the local artisans did. For there were different versions of being an artist. She had in her beginnings experimented with every type of medium to paint with, she had stitched clothing, now, she was looking into something far more solid than paints and thread. Which is what brought her here, to the forge of the town, to the people that dealt with metal and glass. Unusual really to have any shop that dealt with both.

Trisha turned her eyes away from the fire, she recalled the one time she was here at a glass work shop she watched as makers of little glass statues heated glass tubes over the fire. She watched for so long that she was warned that if she looked at the fire too long she would go blind. Now that her atttention she was taken away from the fire, Trisha moved to check out the next shop. For she had only come to look at each shop to see what they could offer her, she did not know where she wanted to learn, or if in fact she wanted to learn at all metal or glass. Perhaps, she thought as she idily walked down the street that she would like to work with wood or wool.

"Or..." Trisha murmured, "I could always just go and learn how to paint."

As she looked around, with sketchbook in hand, as her only form of resume. Granted she thought as she looked down at it, it wouldn't get her into anything but painting which would be a shame. As she was pondering this thought, not watching where she was going, Trisha bumped into a man who was carrying a box off of odd nicknacks.

She stumbled, dropping her sketchpad, "Eep!"

It probably would have not been so bad had her tender feet (for she wore no shoes) had not hit the cobble stones the wrong way when she bumped into him, which was now causing her to fall. A strong arm shot out and grabbed her bare one, the thud of the box dropping sounded in the street. Trisha looked up at the person who kept her from landing on the ground, the man who was holding the box.

She blinked in surprise.

(To be continued.)  

[Kara Winters]

{:I Have A Halo:}

Entry September 24th, 2006

I really don't know what to make of it, and in some ways I shouldn't be so suprised, after all it had been so long since I became a teen and everyone knows we grow quickly. Still, it feels... strange now that I look at myself in the mirror. It's not that I look radically different, but rather I don't seem to recongize the woman in the mirror. The one with butt length hair, and no more baby fat on her face. The one that is wearing heels with ribbons straps. (I don't know why I chose to wear shoes now and heels of all things).

I have, decided to trade in my baby doll dress for a nice forest green one with a neck, and wide sleeves. It feels much more respectable, but the strangest thing... is the halo I find above my head.

I've pulled it, and tugged it (in which I find my head sometimes move along with it). I have no clue how it stays up there like that, as if nothing was wrong, quite a curious thing really. Still... I'm an adult now, like my brother before me, it feels quite akward indeed.  

[Kara Winters]

{:Home in the Second World:}


Journal Log July 5th, 2007

In the Second World, when your parents are Gaian, you often have two homes. One is the home you have in Gaia, with your mother or father, or guardian. In the Second world, the land itself is your home; we really don’t have houses, at least not yet. You would think I would consider creating a home in the Second World, but only now have I really considered it. Though, there isn’t much in the ways of building materials, I really don’t know how to go about making a home for myself, but I have a rough idea at least how to make a kind of house building.

Though the hard part is finding the right plants and making sure they’ll support the beams right. The nice thing about this is that I don’t really have to focus on making sure I’ll stay completely dry (though trying to do so would be good). It, as far as I know never actually rains in the Second World, even though the trees and plants are as green and healthy as ever. It’s kind off when you really think about all the general rules about keeping plants healthy and green actually.

There’s really no real reason for wanting to do this, than for something productive to do. It’s odd to think about it, but in a way the Second World is a paradise, but with that it’s quite boring. There is no reason to really do anything, after all no worries about food and the weather is always good so technically you don’t need shelter. There is nothing to drive us to create something more.  

[Kara Winters]

{Mated}

“What in the hell were you thinking?”

Trisha Winters, the second daughter in the Winters household and the eldest Second winced from where she sat, back straight in her hair. She watched as Donovan glare at her with a scowl on his face. The scowl probably would not have been that bad if it was directed at a mere idiocy, but there was literally no category for the type of mistake she took. Well, to her it was not a mistake; she would never consider it a mistaken, however…

“Donovan, please calm down, and sit down!” Kara told Donovan firmly from where she sat trying to make heads and tails of this.
Donovan whirled around, “Calm down? This is like having an arranged marriage!”
Trisha coughed getting their attention, “Well… it’s not exactly like an arranged marriage, no one arranged it, but us…”
“Do you know anything more about this guy other than his name, his race, his stage and the fact he needs blood?” Donovan turned to her with his arms crossed over his chest.

She squirmed inside, it was hard not to when Donovan was giving you that look. Not that she could blame Donovan for doing so, after all it had been a reckless thing she did, but she could not in good conscious let Dart simply suffer like that. Even if she didn’t fully understand what she was getting herself into by being his mate. Which was why both her mother and Donovan were right now nearly at odds with the idea. It was different when it was Yue and Jaseth, they were childhood friends, and Ayce and Yukito had known each other for equally that long. In fact Ayce had been Feng’s dear friend long before he was Yukito’s mate. While her… Trisha looked at her hands trying not to fidget.

“Well…” she twisted her fingers, “No… not really. I mean, we have talked before… a few times…”
“Have you even talked to him more than five times?” Donovan inquired dryly.
“No…”

So, she would admit, that she had not known Dart as well as anyone else. In fact, none of the other Seconds save the Goddesses knew a whole lot about Dart. He was a vampire, he spent his time in a cave and he rarely was out and about. However she trusted Dart, and his promise to not bring her harm.

Kara mused on this, “Trisha, I have nothing against you being mated. I mean, it would be silly of me to be against it seeing as your younger brothers are, but… I don’t know much about Dart and you do not either. Are you sure about this?”
“I’m sure,” Trisha nodded though she was keeping an eye on Donovan.

Donovan had the look of someone who was trying to figure out if he could get away with murder. She really hoped he wasn’t thinking that though, because it wasn’t going to be pleasant, besides how can you kill someone who is already dead? At least she thought that it was possible that Dart was dead, but if he was born, but maybe he wasn’t dead? She gave up that train of thought as a lost cause; there was no point in giving herself a bigger headache when there was already one right before her.

“You can stand him, you can live with him,” Donovan finally spoke up, “But you are suggesting, no… wrong word, you are actually being with him as his mate,” he emphasized.
Trisha rolled her eyes, “I know! I know, from the moment I agreed, and he tried to convince me not to, it’s not like he was forcing me.”
“You took this long to formally tell us,” the former assassin pointed out.
“Because you would act like this,” Trisha pointed out to Donovan, “You like to know who the outsiders are Donovan. I know this, but trust me Dart is not a threat.”

It could have, scaled to a verbal fight at this point. Trisha was sure it would have since she had just called Donovan out on the thing everyone knew he had been doing since entering into the household, but it was Kara who cut Donovan off. Yet, Kara was going to voice the one thing that she knew instinctively, and Donovan knew from living in the clans.

“Trisha,” Kara spoke up holding her hand up to cut Donovan off from whatever he might have said, “I don’t doubt your choice in people, however… Even the best man might not be able to make a marriage work if you are not fully sure if this is what you want.”

Kara did not doubt that Dart was a good man, and if not perhaps the best possible mate for Trisha, but she also knew Trisha rarely had the chance to interact with other Seconds her age. By age, she meant Trisha’s stage in life, there simply was not enough adults around. There were not even enough teens around, or at least any teen Trisha would be comfortable interacting with.

“You are going to have a harder time than Yue or Yukito ever had,” Kara warned her, “I’m not going to condemn it, and Donovan is not going to go and kill anyone,” she gave her own lover a look, “But be aware, that you are going to have to work at this mating pair, otherwise both of you will be hurt by this,” she sighed, “And you still have your own education for the arts to look to. I suggest you put off learning for just a bit to get to know Dart better. If you want this, this is going to be your first priority.”

Trisha nodded; it was fair for her mother to say that. Though she could see the doubt was still there, she supposed the two would wait and see what would happen. She wasn’t going to let them down.

Donovan snorted a bit as he sat down beside Kara, “As long as you aren’t miserable, it’ll be fine. Just don’t make yourself miserable.”

The young angel giggled at that, what a softy she thought to herself. Even though a lot of people wouldn’t think so, she thought so.

“I won’t.”  

[Kara Winters]

{:Engagement Feathers:}

Journal Log January 2nd, 2008


Gah, look how long it’s been since I’ve written in here! This is what happens when life takes you away, but I promise to be better. Maybe I should make that my resolution for the coming year. Still, I’m kept quite busy. Unfortunately so much so I don’t get to see Dart much, it’s almost like it had always had been before. Except I know, and everyone else knows I’m kind of mated to him now.

Sometimes I forget though, not that there is anyone else. We kind of lack males that are my age or stage for that matter. In all of the work that needs to be done though, I tend to forget. I’ve been commissioned by Helen to make designs for him, so I make clothes designs, even though I don’t sew, Helen does all of the sewing. I find it’s a lot easier to make female clothing than males, it’s hard to make male clothing because all of the traditional embellishments look funny on a man. Though we need more models, mother is always willing to help though, which is nice.

Speaking of mother, I also had a commission from her, to help her design her feather, or rather the embellishments for her feather. It’s an angel custom from her people you see. Apparently, according to mother when an angel wants to stay with someone for the rest of their life (marriage to normal people or mated to us Seconds), they take one of their primary feathers and decorated into a necklace. So it becomes an angel’s form of a wedding band really. Donovan hadn’t asked her to marry him, and some of us had this feeling that he was kind of at a lost of how to go about asking. Hard to believe there is something Donovan has trouble doing, but there you go. She wanted the feather to be decorated with gold and red, I think it’s because her feather is white and she wanted to have wedding colours. I decided to made a gold cage around the feather so it wouldn’t get crushed, seeing as Donovan is a very active person, and the only jewel was a red garnet. At least that is what I made to suggest to the jeweler. Unfortunately no one in the family does jewelry (I have no clue how to do metal work to be honest).

Despite what some might think, about the woman proposing instead of the man, the nice thing about feathers is that they’re pretty genderless as a necklace. So it isn’t as awkward giving it to a guy like a ring would be. It’s also not as forward as people think, since Donovan actually does have a proposal necklace as well. He kind of asked me to design a feather plan for the jeweler as well. I wish I knew mother was going to do the same; otherwise I would have put a cage on that feather to match the one on Donovan’s. It was only by chance they both required a drop jewel.

I really should think about learning more about art that isn’t painting, since I keep designing things like clothes, jewelry and the like.  

[Kara Winters]

{:Book Making:}
Journal Log February 17th, 2008

I think, I have finally found a new project I could sink into. I hadn’t been expected it, but Kali wanted to go to the library to figure out how things worked. There’s a chance she probably wanted to figure out a way how to fix Donovan’s cell phone. Since she was the one who broke it by taking it apart. Now that Kali is a teen, she’s probably going to use all that new brain matter of hers to try and learn more things. Probably also attempt to convince Donovan that now she is old enough to get a laptop of all things.

Anyhow, I am digressing, while Kali went off to look for who knows what in electronics, I decided to take a look around. The library actually has a display of old books down in the basement for the public lookers, and there was a beautiful book with lovely script and large pictures with gold leaf. Old books, the type made from parchment, the script itself is as much of an art as the lovely illuminations they call that are drawn in.

I’ve decided now this is what I want to try and attempt, though I don’t know the subject yet. Perhaps on the family or races, just something so I can try the script and the drawing. First though I need to practice, and plan out the drawings, and read up on it. I took out a few books on the matter, so I’ll read up and see. I can’t waste anything since parchment, even now it very expensive.

I’m not so sure what to think about writing on animal skin, but it’s really no different than wearing leather. Not that it’s a material that gets used a lot around here. I wonder if Helen has ever considered using the material before…  

[Kara Winters]

{:Something New:}
Journal Log May 10th, 2008

Things have become slow again, even with all the sorts of work that has been going on. Helen has been working on designing clothes as a source of income, and even he claims to have been coming slow with ideas. It makes him quite pouty and hard to work with, he wants inspiration of some sort. We’ve been talking about for a while to go with more nature like things, but I do admit I need new subjects to draw.

Perhaps I shall take a trip, and learn something new, and draw new things. Where that might be, I’m not sure yet, but there has to be a place. I’m sure of it…