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[Phantom Darkbane]

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"I am dreaming..." I continued to whisper aloud throughtout the journey back to the dorm. The distance between Moonglow and Lord British's Conservatory of Music is quite far in length, yet tonight it was absolutely endless. My mind could not help but race as I would think of all that transpired this eve. Thoughts helplessly soaring through my mind like a crashing wave into a sandy shore. And where one thought would subside, another would come crashing behind it. But, alas, despite such rapid thoughts, they were as clear and serene as a whispering stream. The consistant pitter patter of Saint's claws against the earth was the only notion to the reality of it all. And quickly I grew thankful of my trusted companion, for Saint, a gift from Zar the Drow, had been with me since I had been allowed to adventure without the company of a family member. Without Saint's clarity of the path to Britain's stables I assuredly would've cloud danced my way into a wolves' den. 'Twas bad enough I had to tred through the ruthless streets of Britain alone to get back to the dorm. Ambushed by merchants trying to sell items that I had no use for at prices I had no means to afford. Gabriel and his pesky rules of no mounts in the dorms were like thorns in my side on late nights like these. Of course despite how his many rules ruffled my feathers, there was no rule within the Conservatory that lacked merit. 'Twas like no ice cream for breakfast... the taste may've been divine for the moment, yet the lack of nurishment would, without a doubt, take a toll on the day.....


*Oofs*
*Giggles at Felix as her journal falls haphazardly upon her bed.*
"Oh Felix, I am so glad Gabriel has taken no notice to you."
*Smiles brightly at the candid expressions found upon the lovable feline, as she runs her fingers through his silky fur.*
"I'm sowwie for keeping you up and not giving you the attention you deserve... 'tis just been so long since I've written in my journal.. You understand, don't you Felix?" As her fingers scratched behind his ears, his only retort was a blissful purr.. It was a toss-up between who spoiled who more. "I begin to think you miss me as much in my absense, as I miss my family in my own absense from them." One could debate if the feline could comprehend the audible words she spoke, yet it was unmistakable that her words were filled with truth. "Perhaps when I leave from this place I shall take you with me, as it is certain that Gabriel would nay give you the love and attention you would receive in Glow." Slowly she brought her leg to an arch, careful not to disturb Felix who had curled up in her cradling lap. "He finally asked me to marry him, Felix!" She exlaimed with a reach for her journal. "He really did..." Exhailing a sweet sigh she returns to writing.


"I'm engaged!! I cannot believe it. Each time I gaze upon the ring I just know I'm dreaming... but I'm not... and if I'm not... than what is to be? I broke down in front of Ivae tonight. I can't believe I could not keep my composure....*sighs* I don't know why I'm jealous.. She's right.. he's still the same Naz.. ..the General... for gosh sake's it's not like I want him like she want's him... but, I suddenly feel as confused as I did when I were a wee child. Perhaps I'm acting childish... or even worse.. selfish... And that's the last thing I want to be... after all, life must go on in Glow while I'm here in Britain. Perhaps I'm torn by the fact I cannot be in two places at once.. and the longer I am away.. the more the distance grows between the relationships I have outside of here... here... in these blasted classes that don't so much as give me recognition. Bah... even more jealousy rivals through me at the fact I wasn't even asked to be entertainment at Ivae's house warming party. With such negative thoughts cascading within me, who could imagine that this is the happiest day of my life... The scarriest realization I've found is if these are the thoughts we may hold of the ones we love, what thoughts could I possess over a man in which I hate. *scribbles out some incoherent words about the Regency meeting, as her eyes begin to grow heavy only to drift a few lines down the page .....*
He loves me...
He loves me not...
he lov me
h lo m not
he.....*snores*

Phantom Darkbane
Performance Artist of the Purus