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Jul. 15th, 2009 03:21 am[Filter: Private, in Atsirian]
Who knows when I'll see Cleraine again, once I leave.
This has been my home forever. Mother taught us all to love this city as much as we love the blood running through our veins -- into, she taught us to not distinguish between those two things. They are one and the same.
Westa will never send her girl as young as she herself was, and I would never ask her to. Haha, as if I even could. And so, assuming that I am not a disaster, that Westa does not remove me as soon as she can simply for appearance, it will likely be twenty years before I ever ...
... we were so close.
Haha, and Yasmene writes for me every day, begging me to come and see her poor, mad daughter.
I can't. Yvaena is a broken thing and I am a cracked thing and that is never, ever a good combination. I owe it to her to see her, of course. I owe her a world more than that. But I ... can't.
I ...
[Filter: Karlesta, in Atsirian]
Perhaps you've won a battle, but never forget that you traded your soul for it.
What you did, Karlesta, was unspeakably horrible. What you did was something more disgusting than I ever thought possible for one person to do to another.
My sisters would be appalled to have ever called you friend if they knew. I'm sure you're proud of your little victory, but it wasn't free, no matter what you think.
Who knows when I'll see Cleraine again, once I leave.
This has been my home forever. Mother taught us all to love this city as much as we love the blood running through our veins -- into, she taught us to not distinguish between those two things. They are one and the same.
Westa will never send her girl as young as she herself was, and I would never ask her to. Haha, as if I even could. And so, assuming that I am not a disaster, that Westa does not remove me as soon as she can simply for appearance, it will likely be twenty years before I ever ...
... we were so close.
Haha, and Yasmene writes for me every day, begging me to come and see her poor, mad daughter.
I can't. Yvaena is a broken thing and I am a cracked thing and that is never, ever a good combination. I owe it to her to see her, of course. I owe her a world more than that. But I ... can't.
I ...
[Filter: Karlesta, in Atsirian]
Perhaps you've won a battle, but never forget that you traded your soul for it.
What you did, Karlesta, was unspeakably horrible. What you did was something more disgusting than I ever thought possible for one person to do to another.
My sisters would be appalled to have ever called you friend if they knew. I'm sure you're proud of your little victory, but it wasn't free, no matter what you think.
