Day 3

I will NEVER get the smell of Father's pyre out of my hair. Honestly. The things I put up with for this family. Today, I was horrified when I stepped on and broke a small vial of Fialma's facial hair remover from Orbanith. Arrg. Stupid Fialma and her stupid facial hair.

Day 4

Mother pulled me aside today, and began her 'starliss' speech again. What is with that woman? This crazy obsession with flowers after Father's passing is beginning to disturb me. 'Starliss' this and 'ambition' that. *Sigh* Hope she'll get the point soon, as I have a pressing appointment with Fialma's undergarment drawer, and a frog I had a servant catch for me earlier this morning.

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From the Mouths (or Fingers) of Liz and Dayna: Thank you all for the reviews! BlackRose..hee hee hee, that my friend is for us to know and you to find out. Oh but the next Journal is peachy. Hopefully we can get it done and up by Halloween. But then again, who knows?