Lady Starsong’s gown was finished in time for the gala, and I helped Lady Amberdawn with hers at the last moment, leaving me little time to prepare myself. I am unsure why, but I felt woefully inadequate when I walked into the hall for the event. Perhaps it was that I was not wearing the most elegant of gowns, and instead a simple evening dress with lace dressing the bodice? Perhaps it was due to my own societal standing, though I ought to have felt privileged to be there—after all, I was probably one of only a few who were not nobility who had attended. Instead it merely felt uncomfortable—up to and past the point where Lady Whitesun unabashedly attempted to toss me at one Thei’veril Sunforge. I find this rather coincidental, after having met an Arandoros Sunforge not three days prior. Are they related? I asked Arandoros and he does not seem to know, and after the embarrassing situation at the gala I am not inclined to speak to Thei’veril if there is no need to do so directly. Oh, I’ve nothing against the man, I would just not like to give the impression that I was even remotely harboring any interest in that regard.
One thing did happen at the gala which still shocks me: The Lady Devonshire—the Lady Devonshire—was present at the gala. Lady Starsong had mentioned knowing her, and unfortunately just as soon as Lady Devonshire told me I was to become her apprentice I grew lightheaded and had to excuse myself. It was the wine. I had not eaten anything but a few slices of apple all day, and I am not a very large woman in the least, so it grew quite potent quite fast. I suppose it was a good thing that I needed to take a walk outside, for if I had stayed in the hall I might have actually squealed—and I imagine such behavior would have been promptly frowned upon.
That said, I am constantly surprised by the people that I meet. This Arandoros… the first time we met was a complete accident—I had not been looking at anything but my feet and somehow ended up wandering to the public forge and running into him. We talked shop for a while, and as a result I think I will always secretly refer to him as “Lady Sunforge,” whenever I see him about. The second time we met, too, was a complete coincidence—yesterday I had been running a few errands and he spotted me scurrying toward the safety of my little apartment. The next several hours were spent in his company, and I must say that it was good fortune that I bumped into him, for he managed to pull me out of my otherwise gloomy mood and make me laugh quite a bit—and I needed it very much yesterday. A good friend he will be, I suspect, and he is fast becoming one already.
I’ve sent out my card, and I think I may have found a place to operate as a shop and design studio… I just need to get in contact with Lord Bladerunner. Perhaps later today or tomorrow if I can manage to find him when he is available. Maybe I ought to just send a small letter via post? I also ought to look at that book he sent along—from what little I saw, it looked interesting. Zanteron also needs his book back—that man and I need to talk.
Lady Starsong’s gown was finished in time for the gala, and I helped Lady Amberdawn with hers at the last moment, leaving me little time to prepare myself. I am unsure why, but I felt woefully inadequate when I walked into the hall for the event. Perhaps it was that I was not wearing the most elegant of gowns, and instead a simple evening dress with lace dressing the bodice? Perhaps it was due to my own societal standing, though I ought to have felt privileged to be there—after all, I was probably one of only a few who were not nobility who had attended. Instead it merely felt uncomfortable—up to and past the point where Lady Whitesun unabashedly attempted to toss me at one Thei’veril Sunforge. I find this rather coincidental, after having met an Arandoros Sunforge not three days prior. Are they related? I asked Arandoros and he does not seem to know, and after the embarrassing situation at the gala I am not inclined to speak to Thei’veril if there is no need to do so directly. Oh, I’ve nothing against the man, I would just not like to give the impression that I was even remotely harboring any interest in that regard.
One thing did happen at the gala which still shocks me: The Lady Devonshire—the Lady Devonshire—was present at the gala. Lady Starsong had mentioned knowing her, and unfortunately just as soon as Lady Devonshire told me I was to become her apprentice I grew lightheaded and had to excuse myself. It was the wine. I had not eaten anything but a few slices of apple all day, and I am not a very large woman in the least, so it grew quite potent quite fast. I suppose it was a good thing that I needed to take a walk outside, for if I had stayed in the hall I might have actually squealed—and I imagine such behavior would have been promptly frowned upon.
That said, I am constantly surprised by the people that I meet. This Arandoros… the first time we met was a complete accident—I had not been looking at anything but my feet and somehow ended up wandering to the public forge and running into him. We talked shop for a while, and as a result I think I will always secretly refer to him as “Lady Sunforge,” whenever I see him about. The second time we met, too, was a complete coincidence—yesterday I had been running a few errands and he spotted me scurrying toward the safety of my little apartment. The next several hours were spent in his company, and I must say that it was good fortune that I bumped into him, for he managed to pull me out of my otherwise gloomy mood and make me laugh quite a bit—and I needed it very much yesterday. A good friend he will be, I suspect, and he is fast becoming one already.
I’ve sent out my card, and I think I may have found a place to operate as a shop and design studio… I just need to get in contact with Lord Bladerunner. Perhaps later today or tomorrow if I can manage to find him when he is available. Maybe I ought to just send a small letter via post? I also ought to look at that book he sent along—from what little I saw, it looked interesting. Zanteron also needs his book back—that man and I need to talk.
When did I become so busy?
