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"Ah yes, Muris," she nodded, "I shall look forward to that day, and as to you," she smiled and backed to the door, "goodbye Aesculus," she glanced at him for the last time before heading down the corriders.

A small package is left outside your chamber door wrapped in festive cloth. Inside is a small card and a toy. The card reads:

Happy Yule, Aesculus!

Love Always,

Cervus

November 30, 2004
Role-playing log from Page 1 to 2 from The Wedding of Cervus and Lilium
Synopsis: Aesculus watches as Cervus and Lilium get married. Awwww <3

Febraury 13, 2005

I don't know how long I've been asleep. I remember the Masquerade with frightening clarity, and was slightly worried over Filix. She seemed troubled and unwilling to fully discuss it; I've known for a while she and Equus have quitted their courtship, and wonder if perhaps this and restlessness weigh on her. It had been discovered the Moon Court had snuck into our festivities and people were panicked- the king called together a meeting to find a way to go retrieve a kidnapped girl... after this, there was a tremendous pain. I fell onto the floor in my quarters with my door barely shut behind me. I wasn't hurt, this I knew... it was my Kithain.

I have never cried before then, but such was the agony of loss and the pain of her death to me physically and emotionally that I was lost. My parents' death is distant, so much they are barely a memory, and the transformations were prepared for and known; it was simply mind over matter. I knew Syrenrei was dead, and there was such a hollowness that went with the feeling my body seemed to writh in I could not contain my sadness.

It is at least a day later, I gather. My sheer exhaustion of trying to be so controlled mentally, the feeling of losing my bond, the exertion I am always putting on myself- it was simply too much. I remember crawling from the floor to the bed very faintly, so I believe it be many a day I have dwelled in and out of fits of unrestful sleep... but suddenly now I feel her again.

Syrenrei, as suddenly as she died, is somehow alive, but I know not how. When I regain my energies I shall see to visiting her and see to this matter.

"Come in," he called, mustering his strength in his voice to sound not quite so pathetic. After all, he didn't want to worry the already very burdened court. If it was up to him, he'd keep this little secret about Syrenrei entirely to himself.

With that he propped himself in the bed so that he was sitting, and didn't seem to notice his tunic sliding off one shoulder. Why would he? He had just woken up enough to write in his journal and try to rationalize what day it was exactly.

"I am fine, I am simply a bit tired is all." He smiled at her to try to reassure her. It wasn't really a falsity; he was fine, he believed, and he was still a bit tired in more than one fashion. After a moment he glanced down at the gift and shook his head.

"I do not understand, my dear countess. What is this a gift for?" Too confused at the moment to question her seating, he suddenly realized that maybe more days had passed than he realized. Oh dear. This might not turn out well... would he come off as rude?

Still he was a bit confused. Dropping by without rhyme and reason to give him a few gifts of books? Wasn't this a bit odd, even for good friends? Perhaps it was just an excuse just to check in on him- it seemed like something even the king would do should he worry so.

"I apologize. It seems I got lost within the days- I did not mean to worry anyone so." And what was this about being special? His mind was starting to churn and mull over her words and odd behavior, but it still wasn't clinking. He sat up some more.

"Filix, is something the matter you'd like to discuss with me?" His dark amber eyes looked to her with open honesty, slightly narrowed in concern. Maybe... she had lost a friend, or something else tragic?