Flauvic's Journal; A Look into the Life of a Troubled Mind
By a pair of creative and bored CCD fans; Liz B. and Dayna C.
Disclaimer: We in fact do not own Flauvic. As much as we'd like to, he is already spoken for by Sherwood Smith (as well as characters and places mentioned by Flauvic). The only thing we do own are his thoughts (that's a scary thought..) If you are not satisfied or insulted by his entries, we did our best so sue us.
Day 1
Today is dreary. I lounge about, by myself in our small house in the city. *sigh* There have been no visitors to the city...although I overheard several talking about the Count of Tlanth bringing his younger sister here to be introduced to court. Mother suggested that I write in this journal to take up some time, but you are not as exciting as ignorant court ladies, I think I'll go find some.
Day 2
While practicing my "enticing, seductive, mysterious, and polite" smiles in the mirror, Fialma walked in on me, wishing to borrow my bronze hair pins and mentioned that Mother is planning a small social gathering with a number of close friends. Of course by "close friends" I mean any esteemed personage of Count, Duke, or Marquis rank (or any one with large quantities of money). Fialma also stated, while searching for my glass case of hair emeralds (which look simply stunning in my golden mane, might I add), that the Tlanthi Countess will be in fact arriving tomorrow. This could be why I am also flexing the credible muscles of my triceps. Maybe I should do some pushups...
-later-
After I exercised I head to my room and glanced in my mirror, little beads of sweat glittered on my body. Fialma walked in (as usual) and said I looked good. I KNEW she was jealous..
~*~
From the Mouths (or fingers) of Liz and Dayna: We have lots LOTS more but we would like your feedback. Even though we are very open to constructive criticism, we do have feelings. Ignore those feelings and write what you think Flauvic's Journal deserves!
*A dry start...mostly introduction. Keep in tune, and it gets better! Updates Daily!
By a pair of creative and bored CCD fans; Liz B. and Dayna C.
Disclaimer: We in fact do not own Flauvic. As much as we'd like to, he is already spoken for by Sherwood Smith (as well as characters and places mentioned by Flauvic). The only thing we do own are his thoughts (that's a scary thought..) If you are not satisfied or insulted by his entries, we did our best so sue us.
Day 1
Today is dreary. I lounge about, by myself in our small house in the city. *sigh* There have been no visitors to the city...although I overheard several talking about the Count of Tlanth bringing his younger sister here to be introduced to court. Mother suggested that I write in this journal to take up some time, but you are not as exciting as ignorant court ladies, I think I'll go find some.
Day 2
While practicing my "enticing, seductive, mysterious, and polite" smiles in the mirror, Fialma walked in on me, wishing to borrow my bronze hair pins and mentioned that Mother is planning a small social gathering with a number of close friends. Of course by "close friends" I mean any esteemed personage of Count, Duke, or Marquis rank (or any one with large quantities of money). Fialma also stated, while searching for my glass case of hair emeralds (which look simply stunning in my golden mane, might I add), that the Tlanthi Countess will be in fact arriving tomorrow. This could be why I am also flexing the credible muscles of my triceps. Maybe I should do some pushups...
-later-
After I exercised I head to my room and glanced in my mirror, little beads of sweat glittered on my body. Fialma walked in (as usual) and said I looked good. I KNEW she was jealous..
~*~
From the Mouths (or fingers) of Liz and Dayna: We have lots LOTS more but we would like your feedback. Even though we are very open to constructive criticism, we do have feelings. Ignore those feelings and write what you think Flauvic's Journal deserves!
*A dry start...mostly introduction. Keep in tune, and it gets better! Updates Daily!
