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He pondered this a moment. Was he spending too much time worrying about studying and such when he should be enjoying his childhood? He could imagine his Kithain agreeing with Muris, but what would he do? He had always been the follower, the one who grudgingly got "dragged" into problematic situations and trouble, trying to talk sense into others. It was almost a new thought to him to put time aside to play with mice or roll in grass....

"I never really was the type to 'play' by myself, Muris. I usually was accompanying the king and found myself trying to get out of trouble or keep him from getting himself in it. I never chased after trolls.. I simply tried to keep him from getting killed by one."

Seeing that she was as stubborn as Cervus could be at times, he decided that it was best to concede and indeed agree to play with her some time later. Much as he still thought perhaps he ought to spend time preparing himself for his future position, he imagined his Kithain and Cervus would both want him to try to enjoy himself every once in a while.

"Very well. I can see you are as obstinate as the king was on this matter. I will come to the stables one of these days and perhaps we can play. Maybe you can introduce me to the horses? I have not yet ventured out to meet them."

Due to problems with Gaia, the above RP was abandoned because posting and viewing of messages was not working properly. ^_^;

August 2, 2004
Role-playing log from Page 164 to 165 from Silva Regia main thread.

Synopsis: Aesculus and a stalking Rosa happen upon Lilium. When he greets her the tiny mouse friend of his pops out from his robes and he offers the two ladies to pet it. While Lilium does, Rosa is disgusted and accuses him of being "the greatest evil." Aesculus confronts her about it in front of the queen, who seems skeptical to say the least, and leaves amid their debate. Aesculus promptly takes the time to excuse himself as well.

August 23, 2004
Role-playing log from Page 1 to 2 from Great Hall Guild Forum Thread.

In short, Aesculus comes across Cervus in the great hall looking at tapestries. As Cervus comes around to asking Aesculus how he is doing, he is seized by pain and falls to a knee, straining to keep composure. After being enveloped in blue light, Aesculus emerges from this strange cocoon as a man that even Johnny Depp would envy... even if he doesn't seem to think so. whee

August 31, 2004

As the day unfolds and the season of winter grows nearer, many things have changed. I feel most terrible about neglecting my journal, for it is something I am sure I will value later in life to remember how it was to be young.

The single most important occurance concerns my Kithain. It seems that she has returned after a few weeks not too much worse for the wear. I had almost silently begun to fear we may not see her for a very, very long time. She had quite a story to tell, but it mostly involves her mistaking her water flask for the one she had hidden some rum in and a blow to the head when she stumbled and fell. In an almost comical turn of events she ended up at a Fa'e Guardian's house (Wotcher's) where she shed her clothes to get into some clean ones. Unfortunately, my Kithain ended up porting (an ability of hers not under control yet) outside, and ended up wandering a few days until she came across an elven family's house. There she was a victim of the moment with an elf by the name of Throwyn who does not look older than Onuris.

When my Kithain did, in fact, return home, she collapsed on the sofa. Onuris roused her and was getting her food when Throwyn, the man whom she had spent a night with, showed up concerned. When Onuris was in the kitchen fetching food, a lady from another "plane of existance" as she calls it, portaled into the room, informed my Kithain and Throwyn they would bear child and she was here to aid, and promptly went to the guest room. This did not go over well with Onuris, and with Miss Syrenrei inviting the father of her future child to stay, the house is quite lively.

I am happy to be away from the drama that unfolds at my other home, no matter how entertaining and educational it can be at times. While I have never contemplated the innate complexities of even a family not bound by blood (as ours is, for Miss Syrenrei is such a distant descendant), I have seen them in a new light recently. When I do visit my other home, Ifind that there are variables in relationships that are cultural: for instance, while many Fey and Fa'e don't seem to focus on age since both species age so quickly, when we look at our caretakers, we often hold them to a higher standard and ages do matter.

I shall explore these ideas further sometime.

I am afraid that my neglect of my journal is a reflection of how poorly I have neglected my health. I have recently undergone the transition from child to teen, and the strain this has put on my body has only been multiplied by how much time I spend trying to teach myself history, this intresting idea of the humans called science, anatomy, different languages- I want to learn as much as I can before I become advisor so that once in the role I can focus on the king and kingdom firstly, and study on subjects I will advise on little.

With my Kithain having been missing, I am afraid I lost my beacon of stability, and now as I lay in bed restlessly, I realize I must learn how to temper myself in such a way that it is more condusive to my work.

Sincerely,
Aesculus

Roleplay Session Begin

Characters: Aesculus, Rosa, Pappila (hopefully)

Summary: A quite sickly Aesculus is visited by the most unusual of people.

Aesculus was laying in his bed, propped up on pillows. The skinny, yellowed fairytale books were strewn across his rumpled bed, and the mice seem to have taken to climbing across them, burying underneath them and into the sheets, and generally treating them like their private theme park. Currently Aes was boredly reading Snow White for lack of a better thing to do. After all, there isn't much to do when you can't go anywhere.

"Come in," his voice is hoarse, cracking, and weak as he answers, a strong indication of how he's feeling. Needless to say, he isn't exactly thrilled to have Rosa visiting him, but he believes in second chances. Besides, if Rosa honestly needs help from him, sickly or not, he ought to help her.

As she opens the door, she finds a sparse room. There is a table and desk made of rich wood, with papers, quill, ink well, and journal neatly placed on it. To its right is a large bookshelf with neatly shelfed books. Besides this, there is only a trunk at the end of his bed and curtains to fill the large room. Besides the lavish black and golds of the fabrics and the few pieces of furniture, the room is empty, although clean.

Ah yes, and a strange couple plates sit in the corner near a tiny hole in the wall... one saucer filled with water, and the other with fresh pieces of fruit and cheese on it.