Yes. Writing exercises. That's what these are. Writing exercises. No way political. :sweatdrop: Gomen Panthera. Though honestly, I'm a bit disappointed that there's no category for satire on ffnet. Really now.

Anyway, on vacation for just one freaking week. Whoopee… See my enthusiasm. Doing some warm ups before I start writing. Expect a Sabel update soon, and RWU soon after. And I'm working on a collab with PhoenixCubed. If you like RWU, go visit her ffnet account. Seriously. Go bug her. Because she has 100 freaking pages of a RW fanfic I like and she HASN'T POSTED IT YET cause she wants to finish writing it first! …Which I completely understand. But still, everyone should hound her. She has the funniest reactions. And she'll kill me once she finds out I had set this up. :sweatdrop:

Btw, I've watched Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children and Last Order. And I've died a happy fangirl.

"The Kayura Diaries"
Or
"The Woes of Being Head Hon...chette"
By Little Ucchan

-Entry 04: Late Night Serenade-

My latest journal entry comes from the verandas of one of the Nether Realm's most exquisite gardens: Liana Moor, where water is your garden floor and raised, polished stones your only walkways. I sit here, late at night, when Chish dims to nothing but a ghostly silhouette and Sakura-rai awakens to guide moonlit travelers. Katoru is lower this night. Autumn is coming.

Poetry and prose comes natural in this setting, and I find that my brush pen flows with more elegance in my hand this night as the bustle of the day is washed away from my body as easily as the drifting water lilies.

I realize how much of my surroundings is impossible to maintain or even conceive in the Mortal Realm. Three moons that designate night and day, and a sky perpetually yellow, though for this time, it seems to prefer magenta as its night blanket. A garden that is more like a pond, with shimmering water and splashing koi every day and fresh lilies and fireflies every night. It almost makes the headaches of rulership seem worth it, if I can call this place my home.

The world as I know it has stopped for the night, and it soothes me to know that my warlords are fast asleep in bed, for once! I have been working them a bit hard this last week, but I write this in a fond tone because they had responded marvelously to the tasks at hand. Even Cale's work was exceptional, and I think it was partly due to the prospect that tomorrow I had declared a holiday. He had been going on about a impromptu party in the Mortal Realm, but with the way I had seen him slink into his bed barely before nightfall, I do not believe he will have the coordination to get up in the morning. Poor boy.

Sekhmet had tried to stay up with me, seeing that I was not retiring for the night, but even he could not stay on his feet for very long. I had to insist he return to his bed chambers, otherwise he would have fallen asleep by my side! Honestly, he indulges me too much.

But now I sit here on the edge of the veranda; the waters of Liana Moor cooling my exposed feet. Even the Nether Realm, embattled with turmoil for centuries, has finally found rest, and sometimes I cannot believe I am living in the same castle. It has transformed so much into a paradise.

-Owari-