Princess Rosella of Daventry (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
primrosella) wrote2009-10-02 05:42 pm
primrosella) wrote2009-10-02 05:42 pm
Entry tags:
- a modern sort of princess,
- absence makes the heart go yonder,
- affected,
- curse: my life is average,
- deadlier than cupid's bow,
- doom!tober,
- gotta love that optimism,
- home is where the heart is,
- i already have a pony,
- i love my friends,
- la femme rosella,
- rosella's journal,
- stronger now than yesterday,
- taking care of business,
- time to be a princess
Quest 126
[Private//Hackable by Friends]
It's two days into October now, and nothing terrible has happened yet.
I wonder if that means we're to have a mild October, after all. Did last October start out this way? That was when...oh, that stadium appeared, I remember now. And people kept ending up in the middle of it, competing with each other and goodness knows what else. But I don't recall any particularly bad curses in the beginning of October, but of course, I had...other things to be upset about then, as well, so.
Twenty-nine days left in the month, and only eleven until Rue's anniversary. That'll be...a week from Tuesday, then? She's seemed much livelier since she's come back, so I suppose her time spent at home must've done her good--and why wouldn't it, of course? It was good that she went home to be with her prince. Would it be too much to hope, I wonder, that he might come back as the time draws nearer to her anniversary?Did she ever find her rings, I wonder? Perhaps it would. But I'll hope for it, just the same.
I'll have to keep a careful eye on her until then, and I'm sure Cain and Fakir and Ahiru will be, as well. They'd be able to tell better than I would, anyway.
Winter is coming. And for all that the theme of last month seemed to be animals, I certainly feel like one now--sensing the cold is coming, and wanting to squirrel away as much of everything as I can in preparation for it. It's that restless apprehension I still can't seem to shake, even now; that dark storm is heading toward the castle windows, and all I can do is watch it come.
It's silly, I know. And I'm sure it's only because of all the stories I've heard of October, and all the fearful anticipation of awful things to come. And yet there have been murders on the Network and the prison is gone and October is October, as always.
Today is a fine day. Will things get worse, I wonder, as we grow closer to Halloween? Last year there was a costume ball--but I've heard tell of costume balls that resulted in people taking on the forms of the costumes they'd worn. So it seems this is a month to be on one's guard, even when enjoying oneself.
But I will. I'm going to enjoy myself this month, no matter how apprehensive I may feel about all of it, and that's how I'm going to beat them. If that's what the City wants, to use our fear and our misery as fuel, then I'm going to enjoy myself all the while instead. We'll see how the clock likes running on joy for a change, rather than sadness.
But I'm going to be ready, too. Just in case.
[/Private]
Today, as I was walking home from the zoo in Xanadu, I saw a dog sitting by the front gates. When I walked past him, he got up and started trotting along behind me. He followed me all the way to the Warehouse before turning around and meandering away again. I thought it was really quite chivalrous of him, taking the time to see me all the way home. MLIA.
..."MLIA"? Why did I just write that?
...Honestly, that incident really rather was the high point of my day, too. It's been a terribly average one so far; I put away books in the Library, did a little bit of last-minute shopping beforeBlair's the charity ball Blair is hosting tomorrow, went to the zoo to watch the eagles, and now I'm here in my room, making a list and glancing over the Network and thinking about what to do this evening.
Perhaps I'll take Valor for a ride through the forest. There's something pleasant about riding in autumn, watching the leaves turn colors all around and listening to them crunch underfoot. Perhaps I'll see if I can't find an oak tree or two around, and look for acorns.And perhaps I'll take my bow, and see if I still recall how to shoot while on horseback. It is October, after all.
And perhaps I'll make gingerbread tonight, too. Gingerbread and warm cider sounds like a pleasant treat for an autumn evening--and particularly so, after all that tea I've been drinking lately. It eased my sore throat quite well, it's true, but now that I'm well again, I'm more than ready to have a different drink for a change.
It's twenty-nine more days until November.
[OOC: Today, Rosella is affected with the MLIA half of the curse. She is having a perfectly average day--feel free to liven it up! Or high-five her, or text "I love you" to her cell phone, or offer to build a couch fort with her, or any of those other delightfully average things that MLIAers seem to do. ♥]
It's two days into October now, and nothing terrible has happened yet.
I wonder if that means we're to have a mild October, after all. Did last October start out this way? That was when...oh, that stadium appeared, I remember now. And people kept ending up in the middle of it, competing with each other and goodness knows what else. But I don't recall any particularly bad curses in the beginning of October, but of course, I had...other things to be upset about then, as well, so.
Twenty-nine days left in the month, and only eleven until Rue's anniversary. That'll be...a week from Tuesday, then? She's seemed much livelier since she's come back, so I suppose her time spent at home must've done her good--and why wouldn't it, of course? It was good that she went home to be with her prince. Would it be too much to hope, I wonder, that he might come back as the time draws nearer to her anniversary?
I'll have to keep a careful eye on her until then, and I'm sure Cain and Fakir and Ahiru will be, as well. They'd be able to tell better than I would, anyway.
Winter is coming. And for all that the theme of last month seemed to be animals, I certainly feel like one now--sensing the cold is coming, and wanting to squirrel away as much of everything as I can in preparation for it. It's that restless apprehension I still can't seem to shake, even now; that dark storm is heading toward the castle windows, and all I can do is watch it come.
It's silly, I know. And I'm sure it's only because of all the stories I've heard of October, and all the fearful anticipation of awful things to come. And yet there have been murders on the Network and the prison is gone and October is October, as always.
Today is a fine day. Will things get worse, I wonder, as we grow closer to Halloween? Last year there was a costume ball--but I've heard tell of costume balls that resulted in people taking on the forms of the costumes they'd worn. So it seems this is a month to be on one's guard, even when enjoying oneself.
But I will. I'm going to enjoy myself this month, no matter how apprehensive I may feel about all of it, and that's how I'm going to beat them. If that's what the City wants, to use our fear and our misery as fuel, then I'm going to enjoy myself all the while instead. We'll see how the clock likes running on joy for a change, rather than sadness.
But I'm going to be ready, too. Just in case.
[/Private]
Today, as I was walking home from the zoo in Xanadu, I saw a dog sitting by the front gates. When I walked past him, he got up and started trotting along behind me. He followed me all the way to the Warehouse before turning around and meandering away again. I thought it was really quite chivalrous of him, taking the time to see me all the way home. MLIA.
...Honestly, that incident really rather was the high point of my day, too. It's been a terribly average one so far; I put away books in the Library, did a little bit of last-minute shopping before
Perhaps I'll take Valor for a ride through the forest. There's something pleasant about riding in autumn, watching the leaves turn colors all around and listening to them crunch underfoot. Perhaps I'll see if I can't find an oak tree or two around, and look for acorns.
And perhaps I'll make gingerbread tonight, too. Gingerbread and warm cider sounds like a pleasant treat for an autumn evening--and particularly so, after all that tea I've been drinking lately. It eased my sore throat quite well, it's true, but now that I'm well again, I'm more than ready to have a different drink for a change.
It's twenty-nine more days until November.
[OOC: Today, Rosella is affected with the MLIA half of the curse. She is having a perfectly average day--feel free to liven it up! Or high-five her, or text "I love you" to her cell phone, or offer to build a couch fort with her, or any of those other delightfully average things that MLIAers seem to do. ♥]