#written entry

[wizard-spells]

Mold is commonly used in spells such as hexes or curses; while not an original ingredient typically, mold growth on spell ingredients is a sign that the curse, hex, etc. is working. It is a ‘negative’ side effect.

[solariaevermourn]

Silvermoon suited her perfectly, a gilded cage, custom made for her. The golden threads in her dress shone marvelously in the spring sunlight, reflected in the highlighter upon her cheeks, and the enchantment that made her eyes sparkle. Solaria was a sight to behold; a testament to the determination of the sin’dorei, with a smile to warm the most weary of souls.

Her glittering eyes held nothing but fear. When she returned to hide behind closed doors, her facade shattered. At night she didn’t dream of Hayden’s hugs or the scent of Suramar’s roses. She dreamt of long, sharp teeth breaking skin. Blood dripping from her nose. Bones shattering in a crushed hand. The smell of death. A balled up fist. Mother. Father. Symerenia.

Her cage was closing in. Quel’thalas, Silvermoon, the Evermourn estate, her body. She never wanted to leave again. Although Nitali and Vitali kept her bed warm, Solaria had never felt more alone.

[melosjournal]

“You’re new.”

Melos opens her eyes to glance down at her right, a wisp floating gently in the air. It’s silent compared to the other wisps of Nighthaven, as if contemplative. It had been there for minutes, not demanding Melos attention, not engaging - just existing by her side. The priestess turns her body to face it, pink hues open and curious. “... Are you the one?”  She reaches out a gloved hand, gently lifting it to her face. It gives a soft chime in return, and the heat it expels makes even the warm Melos pull away. They simply sit like that for a while until Melos finally speaks again, voice faltering and sad. “Very well. Show me.” The two become one. Teldrassil burns. Darkshore falls. Piercing red eyes stare back at her. Melos stumbles backwards, tearing herself away to stare at the wisp in fear. Her heart drums against her chest until she’s able to regain her senses, and remembers where she is. The sky above Nighthaven is littered in stars, and Elune stares down at her priestess with great sorrow. Melos doesn’t sleep that morning, and by the afternoon she’s long since gone, eyes set on Darkshore.

[anxious-guests-scream]

Who was your least favourite guest and favourite guest?

So far, I think my least favorite guest would be the chef. He scares me.

My favorite so far would have to be… hm. Catherine, I think? She seems nice despite her big like… Murder weapon. Actually, I got a picture of us if you guys would like to see! It’s just a selfie, nothing too exciting, aha…

[pet-diary]

【SNOW DAYS】

■ 02.12.19. // ( かようび )

￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Sorry I’ve been so inconsistent about updating on here. I wanted to make a quick update post to fill in the blanks on what’s been going on lately. Nothing too exciting, really I’ve just been very busy with school work. But I’ll try to get better about consistent updates on here.

It’s been snowing a lot the past few days. We have snow on the ground and should have a little more coming. School has been cancelled multiple days. Most everything keeps getting cancelled. What isn’t cancelled is being moved to video chat. I haven’t left the house much in a while!

I’ve been really obsessed with trying to organize my time and figure out a better routine for this quarter. It’s pretty much all I think about lately because I feel so frazzled by all the stuff I have to do.

School is going well, but I have SO many projects that I’m juggling, it’s ridiculous. On top of those I have readings and assignments. And several of my big projects have been dyad or group projects, so coordinating with people has been a big time suck.

I bought a Hobonichi Cousin (as you may have seen), and I’ve been having fun filling that in and making it cute and just trying to utilize it. It’s hard to stay consistent, but I’m determined!

I’ve spent some time looking into career development and trying to flesh out a plan for my long term goals. It’s been slow going, but I’m excited about it.

I’ve been reading a book on trauma that has got me even more interested in working with trauma in the future. It’s been nice to find the time to read for myself (through spending 5 mins in my pomodoro breaks, and making myself read at least 1 paragraph a day)

I went to a free talk on PTSD in veterans that my school hosted that was really interesting. I was one of the only students at the talk, so everyone loved that I was there I think, showing support and interest in the topic. I think I’m making a good impression on people. :)

I also went to a research incubator meeting and learned about what research projects the doctorate students and professors are working on at my school. We aren’t a big research school so there was only a few people there. I stood out like a sore thumb because of that! I’m a masters student, and they typically don’t do a lot of research work. But they helped me figure out who I can contact to ask about research assistance, if it would count as credit, etc. It was really good, and I think I made a good impression by showing such an interest.

I found out about a retreat that my school has that I might go to in March. I think it’s highly unlikely that I’ll go because I don’t know much about it, it’s with people I don’t even know, and it costs money, but it’s nice to know it exists!

I’ve been making friends in school and talking to more people! I’ve been less socially anxious because of my anxiety meds, so I feel really proud of myself about this. Normally it would scare the hell out of me to have to talk to people more than 3 days a week and have hours and hours of video chats!

One of my major projects is to do a cultural immersion study. So I’ve contacted and plan to study the Theosophical Society, which has a chapter out here. I’ve already talked to one of the members on the phone and have been invited to sit in on members only events. I have a lot of literature to read up on, and I need to form some interview questions (ugh, so much work to do...), but overall it’s really exciting and fun to learn more about them!!

I’ve been toying with a schedule for myself for posting videos to YouTube and blog posts on here. I’m thinking I’ll try to start posting once a week (or once a month when I’m slammed) to YT (on Fridays), and twice a week or everyday to Tumblr (depending on how busy I am). I’ve also scheduled out time to workout and shower, to be creative, schedule in my planner, and to do homework. I’m hoping this new schedule will help me with how much I tend to waste time just procrastinating and avoiding important stuff.

Speaking of which, I better go take the dog out and get back to work...

天気 (weather): ⛄ Snowed the past few days. Currently just overcast.

気分 (feeling): 🙂 Currently feeling okay about everything, just a little anxious under the surface!

[solariaevermourn]

03.05.2020

Suramar is AMAZING! Lord Nightflare let me borrow his estate for the weekend and I’ve been on the go every waking hour! There’s just SO much to see. I couldn’t get it all done but like, I’ll be back! I spent most of Friday in the Gardens and checking out the zoo! Suramar has a ZOO. Silvermoon needs to get with the times! Appareantly lady luck is on my side cause Luminess, THE Luminess, was co-hosting a festival on Saturday! I was just chatting around with these two guys called Oriel and Quintrelle when I saw her and she told us all about it. It. Was. AMAZING. I think it was called like, Future Festival? Future Funk Fest? Well, it was great! There were plenty of foodstalls and fortune readers and... Arakkoa? Gnolls? I’ve never seen people like that before! Oriel and Quintrelle introduced me to their friends, Lea and Tera, and we tried out some of the food together! I think they’re like, colleagues or something.  I got my fortune told, of course. I asked about Lord Nightflare and this suuuper cute nightborne lady told me something great was going to happen. Or someone great. Well, either way, worth every gold! I also met Lord Esclarmondes.... servant? Kaldeir. He’s so cute. Oh, and Saff and Dahl’renn, too! We danced together! Hayden was there. We didn’t talk, needless to say. Spent the rest of my Sunday exploring the city. I went to the canals with Oriel, and then I met this gorgeous nightborn lady called Antonine! Wouldn’t you know it, she’s Reo’s fiancee! Hayden’s boyfriend’s fiancee! It’s complicated. Anyways. She’s a gem. I’m hoping she’ll come visit me in Silvermoon, but.... well, that’s complicated, too, isn’t it? Tomorrow I’m going to have dinner with Lord Esclarmonde and holy shit this is already two pages long! I should like, become an author.

[solariaevermourn]

Lady Evermourn

“Not again. NEVER again.” Solaria sobs against her sisters chest, hugging her tight, snot and tears shamelessly running down her face. Symerenias leans into the tight hug, even if it hurts her bruised ribs. “... Solaria,” she murmurs, stroking one hand down her sisters back. “I’m still here. You know it takes more than that to-” “I HATE that! You can’t even muster an apology! What if you ended up on the wrong doorstep? What if your attackers just left you out there to die? LUCK is what keeps saving your ass, Sym, and you’re running out of it!” The young heirs voice might be trembling, but it holds a certain level of gravity. It commands the room, the entire estate; some servants shift in discomfort right outside the door. For the first time in her life, Symerenia turns away in shame. She can’t bear to look into her sisters sad eyes. “... I’m sorry, Sol. I’m sorry.” She hugs her sister closer.  “Sorry doesn’t cut it.”

Solaria takes a step back, fishing a beautifully embroidered handkerchief out of her pocket. She turns away in an attempt to dab her tears away, but they just keep streaming down her face. And then she looks back at Symerenia, eyes brimming with that same determination the paladin saw in the mirror every morning. She speaks. “I am the Lady Solaria of Evermourn Estate. I command you to step back. Attend only your Blood Knight duties. If I catch word of you going off on some self-righteous rampage again I will cease the funds going into the Blood Knight order.” Assaults from san’layn, worgen and arcane mages didn’t hold a candle to the hurt Symerenia felt in that moment. It blossoms from the pit of her gut and spreads into her sore chest, making it difficult to breathe. When she speaks, her voice falters. "... Don't be silly, Solaria. You can't do that."  "Do you want to test me?" Symerenia opens her mouth to speak, but no words escape her lips. A cold shiver runs down her spine. She bows her head, like Solaria had used to do. She nods. “... No. As you wish, my Lady.”

[solariaevermourn]

Waking

“Shhh. She’s coming to.” When she opens her eyes, Symerenia finds herself staring right into the face of a kindly old man. His skin hangs loosely off his bones, and his hair hangs on in clumps - but the warmth and kindness in his hollow eyes is unprecedented. There’s something familiar there. Like staring into the eyes of her father. Her head feels worse than ten hangovers combined. The Blood Knight pushes herself up on her elbows, only to immediately roll over to her side, vomiting off the side of the bed. “... you hit your head pretty hard, there,” a voice comments from the darkness - another Forsaken, an older woman, a bucket of water cradled in her arms. 

Symerenia pathetically rolls over on her back, shutting her eyes hard. Her thick curls are clumped together in the back of her head. When she speaks, her voice is hoarse and strained; “Commander Symerenia Evermourn. Alert-” She’s interrupted by a skeletal hand to her forehead. “Already done. Sent word to Silvermoon when you showed up on our doorstep.” The paladin bristles, opening her eyes to stare up at the hand. It’s oddly comforting. “.... I am... terribly sorry for inconveniencing you so,” she chokes. The older woman approaches the bed, setting down the bucket of water and dipping a towel into it. “Don’tcha worry about it. We’ve dealt with worgen victims for years. You don’t compare.” Somehow, Symerenia finds insult in her words, but she’s far too weak to protest. A cold, wet towel is pressed against her forehead, and it eases her raging spirits. “The name’s Parkley Kain. That’s Amity.” The Forsaken man nods towards the woman, who unceremoniously rolls Symerenia over on her side, back turned against them. She groans. Her entire ribcage feels sore. “... Pleasure,” she coughs. Getting the blood out of her thick curls is a tedious process, and Symerenia finds herself wanting to drift off every other minute - but Parkley won’t let her. When she’s finally allowed to go to sleep - like a child - the Kains wake her up every now and then. It’s miserable, but she’s not dead. She’s not dead. She can’t die. That’s the only thing that continuously flashes through her mind.  In Silvermoon, a shrill cry echoes off the marble walls of the Evermourn estate. Solaria is inconsolable. Servants and guards rush to her side to calm her down. There are hands and hugs all over her skin, but nothing stills her trembling.