Morgaine

On Diary and Jokes and IC and OOC

2009-05-07T10:25:07Z

I shared a joke with a friend on the mush.

Then I decided to write a Dear Diary entry to make fun of the joke.

I will not make an apology if others get upset over a misunderstanding. Polite questions to clear up matters are always welcome. Offensive accusations, true or not, stemmed from a misinterpretation of my intentions and opinions are not.

But to give people a peace of mind, I will, from now on, post private entries only.

I hope that will prove to be satisfactory for all parties.

Work List

2008-04-21T22:58:24Z

People I need to meet:

A
B
B
D
D
D
F
K
J
M
R
S

So D is engaged, not married, might still have a chance to talk him out of that idiocy while making sure his sister is not falling into the same stupidit- I mean, unfortunate circumstance and compromising the integrity of... I give up.

Dear Diary

2008-04-21T20:35:06Z

He held my hand and we whispered words into each other's ear. He never let go of my hand while we stared into each other's eyes. When I grew tired, he carried me on his shoulder and took me to bed. I left my perfume on him. He wore his boots. They got wet.

Disclaimer: No responsibility is held if you take the ooc information icly.

Love for Servalle Snippet

2008-04-16T01:08:51Z

Fiona says, "Servalle may get a little distressed when we destroy the water in the room, of course."

Fiona says, "Even if it is in a good cause. The very cause he asked you to work upon, in fact."

Morgaine snickers softly. "I shall keep that in mind, must he be present?"

Fiona says, "Better the room's not that full when it gets done. After all, I expect crashing water over the Pattern. That sort of thing is dangerous. Could get carried over the lines."

Morgaine says, "And I will be absolutely crashed if Servalle is carried over the lines."

Fiona says, "Come now, it's easier to explain away a little crashing water for the greater good than vaporized ambassadors."

Snippet

2008-04-16T00:35:10Z

Morgaine stares at Bleys and shakes her head as she returns into Fiona's office. "Did he bump his head somewhere on his way down Kolvic?"

Fiona looks up from her work and says, "I'm pretty sure he took some damage to the noggin on the way down, yes. And prior to falling. Bleys, I was just explaining some matters about shadowpaths to Lucia. The same as I tried to explain to you the other day. Were you even listening?"

"I'm sorry, what?" Bleys says, idly poking at a nearby bookshelf.

Dear Diary

2008-03-20T10:54:32Z

I have no idea why father needed an army when he was quite capable of doing what Benedict did - all he had to do was play his viola. Maybe it could frighten away the Black Road. We have quite a potent weapon at our disposal and no one seems to notice it. On the whole, the meeting was quite satisfactory. Everyone was suitably shocked when they saw my Karm colors.

Desirata. It was beyond me why they would all suffer a child to take the rein of power. Then I realized the reasons behind their decision and I marvel at mother's foresight. She and her brother might just be sufficient. If nothing else, they could keep their damnable father out of trouble. I do not want to hear what they did to help the Minosians. For centuries, I was taught that the only assistance we should extend to those pirate rats is to speed them on their way to a watery grave. It is what they always wanted, after all. Why else would they dare to enter our harbor twice if not to beg for death and destruction?

Fair Lyonesse. Be patient, the time will be soon.

The meeting with Servalle was quite... useless. I mentioned it to father, he was suitably baffled and told me maybe it was Fiona's attempt to teach us the importance of being polite. If not for Dylan's presence in our group, we won't need to be polite. More like a chance to teach the Rebman to be polite. I have so little patience for petty nobilities, I am assured by father that it is a family trait, and not my fault.

Another Thread In The Tapestry

2008-03-18T16:46:41Z

Mother and daughter prepares for a future of their own design.

Morgaine opens the small box and holds up the gem inside. In the bright morning light it dazzles and shines like a crescent moon. "Vosah might be angry." She manages to tear her gaze from the priceless diamond to meet her mother’s eyes in the mirror. “He is a duke.” She adds. Perhaps unnecessarily.

Lunette laughs. “I have no idea how you could be so naïve in the ways of men.” She takes the blood gold band which frames the diamond from Morgaine’s hand and arranges it carefully on her daughter’s head.

Morgaine glances back to her reflection. “Why is it necessary, mother?” She exhales a sigh.

Sweeping Morgaine’s hair up and securing them with the band, Lunette says as she works, “do you want to stay in the Sanctuary and grow mad and empty? I was against your initiation in the first place, but my hands were tied.” She fixes the veil last.

“I can leave Sanctuary and become his wife in truth?” Morgaine asks. No longer the Sibyl Lucia now, she is merely a daughter, seeking her mother’s reassurance. “No one has ever left. Not alive.”

Lunette leans down to admire her handiwork in the mirror. Her chin almost touches Morgaine’s shoulder. “You will be the first.” She smiles. “Remember who you are. The most potent magic runs in your vein. It may take decades, centuries, but they cannot bury you as sacrifice in Sanctuary forever.”

Morgaine smiles and tries to share her mother’s confidence. “All I have to do is walk into his house and announce myself? Shall I consult with him first?” The diamond sparkles on her brow. Without her invisible raiment of office, she looks more like herself and less like the Sibyl.

Lunette laughs again. “You are nervous, daughter.” She pats Morgaine’s hand gently. “He will love you.”

Morgaine asks, “What if he doesn’t?”

Lunette says, “Return to me and I will brew you a potion.”

Morgaine sighs, "That is your answer for everything."

From the journal of the Grand Mistress

2008-03-14T19:31:52Z

I can hear Her.

I feel Her in me. The deep pulsating thunder of the falls. She does not give without taking. I bear Her within my veins. My life is Hers.

I am merely the instrument of Her will. How could they hope to understand? My sisters share my visions, but they, too, lack the deeper insight. They do not hear Her. Those whispers have become louder with every passing moment and still I cannot make out Her words.

I must walk the road She has made for me.

Dear Diary

2008-01-03T02:37:27Z

Love story heard : 1

Problems needed solving : 5

Problems solved : 0.5

Problems received : 2

Tenderly embracing octopus mirror with tentacles : 1

.... octopus!?

Dear Diary

2007-12-29T14:48:16Z

Ouch.

Three Words Say It All.

2007-12-27T23:27:31Z

I hate him.

Dear Diary

2007-12-27T00:44:12Z

Awkward Questions Asked : 4

Princes Who Asked Those Questions : 1

Kitten I wanted to roast : 1

Amber Officers I wanted to roast : 1

Amber Officers I wanted to roast over a slow fire : 1

Books Burned : 2

Acolyte still alive.

Dear Diary

2007-12-26T01:14:34Z

I do not understand him. This bothers me greatly.

Princes Spied on : 2

Princes Spied on while they are in the bath : i (imaginary number)

Acolyte threatened : 1

Tea houses tempted to burn down : 1

Rescued by Princes : 2

Dear Diary

2007-12-23T13:12:32Z

Dear Diary,

The arm irritates me almost as much as the company of my dear Acolyte. Does the girl ever shut up? She might make a very good priestess one day if only she would allow us to whip her Montevalno tendencies out of her. Her flair for the melodramatic has been useful, but she is laying it on a bit too thick.

Hardly gotten any sleep. The excitement in the night became tangled in complications due to a certain Acolyte’s over enthusiasm. Benedict’s swordsmanship is very impressive. Note to self: never get into a close range conflict with the said Prince.

Target progress: Can you call an injured arm progress?

A Letter From Home

2007-12-22T15:39:34Z

To my reverent First Sister Lucia,

Despite my initial misgivings with your ascendance, I have come to see that it is all for the best. You have quench the storm which have been waging on between our sisters since time immemorial, however brief this peace will last, I am grateful for the respite.

I tried to recall my first day in Sanctuary, but all that remained are blurry, anxious faces hovering over my fallen body. Has there ever been a single Sibyl to enter the sacred precinct filled with a deep rooted happiness to serve Pathi? It has always been fear. A primal fear that began at a depth deep, deep within me and risen to such a height as to dwarf all my other fears.

After that day, I knew I would never be scared of anything in my life again.

The first brush of vision never quite leaves us. As I stood on the brink between reality and madness, I realized the truth behind the Sisterhood. They thought that with time comes madness. They thought wrong. Every time we take, we have to leave something behind, until there is nothing of us that is left.

We parcel out our own self for the good of Pathi, one bit at a time. That is the trap, a madness of our own making. I look upon the faces of my sisters and I knew we share the same understanding. Even so, we struggle against the inevitable tides.

You have been kinder to me and our eldest sister than I had been during my time as the Grand Mistress in my youth. Youth can be foolish. I never really believed that I, too, would succumb to our final fates. Centuries can pass in the blink of an eye. Will you forgive the babbling of an old woman and indulge me in my reverie?

I have seen to the arrangement you desired and we have successfully reined in any outrage over your prolonged absence. Your mother the High Magister shares my concerns. You will not have a second opportunity, use it well. Our Second Sister cannot stir any more mischief as long as you have the triumvirate on your side. But the next election draws near, not every Archon shall keep their seat. Have haste. I do not know how much longer I can cling to this vision of clarity.

Julia
Fourth Mistress of the Covenant of Sanctuary

Dear Diary

2007-12-20T16:17:19Z

Remind me again why I have to stay in this discursive city?

The people here have no proper notion of protocols. The other week, some of their frilly nobles came and asked me about their love lives, as if I am some market charlatan to tell them sweet nothings! It became a very satisfying week after I dealt with them. I have noticed that the citizens here have a low constitution for facing truths. The observation might come useful in the future.

He sent me a bunch of ugly flowers as an apology for insulting me in the palace library. As a response, I told the acolyte to buy up half the flowers from the city and flooded his office in protest. See how he likes to have his place invaded. For all I know, the subtlety is entirely wasted on him. Apologies that lack sincerity is very transparent. Seriously contemplating placing a certain prophecy of doom on his and his lady love. Must. Not. Give. Into. The. Urge.

No lover has climbed my window. I was secretly excited when I heard the noise until I found out that it was papa dearest on the balcony. What a let down. He looked entirely too smug and cheerful for me. Was tempted to empty the red wine in his face and claim it was an accident with my air magic.

My paramour has been too busy to visit me. If he does not get here soon, I will be off to Jade with a certain serious and uptight Prince. It is a serious drain on my energy to pretend to be calm and serene in Amber. The thought of setting fire on something does help to tilt the corners of my mouth against my natural inclinations.

The Crown of Amber has not pestered us about assisting their sorry little army. Benedict did come. But he does not count as the Crown. From our observation, he is more like the Regency's opposition, for all the warmth he showed when I gingerly touched upon the topic. I am both relieved and irritated over this. If Corwin does not want to call upon Pathi, then so be it. We are not like the other shadows who will die pathetically for Amber in return for some equally pathetic help for their world. We are more than adequate in dealing with the Black Annoyance in our territory.

At least, the Academies better come up with something soon. The wizened old intellectuals seem to have been reduced to senile fools when you present them with a slightly difficult challenge. If they babble over how they helped to triumph over Minos once more, I will just have to point out that those damnable sea rats were not wiped out and managed to survive to wage another war on Oberon afterwards.

A certain get of Brand is in the city. Knew it was too much to hope them to keep him in Pathi. Whoever tested him was too impressed by his potential to see straight. If I was born at the time, I'd have sent him packing out of the Academy. The expenses he caused at the academy with his explosions was the reason why they kept running out of good tea because of budget limit.

Things are getting tense back at home. Mommy dearest is trying her best to keep them under the wrap and buying more time for me. But she has her own concerns too. Next election is coming up. It almost made me grateful to be a Sibyl until I recall the fact that there is not a single old Sibyl in the history of Pathi.

Damn Benedict. Damn Amber. But at least I have my tea.