Mortica
07-30-2007, 04:00 PM
I have been keeping quite a record of my time with Khaelen, and it seems to just never equal out to be enough. I have been sending regular missives to my parents to make them aware of my courtship but nothing more. I had left home for a reason-- and have no desire for them to seek me out for misproper use of my name. For as a Sunnawell I have to do certain things to appease them and it leaves me irrate to a new extent. My mother and father would certainly cut off complete ties with me if they have found out I had given my virginity away to a man that had quite the history as he. Although with his title I can see them seeking out the Sunstrider billfold and ignoring the thought of their daughter loosing her innocents in one easy go.
Xyro, my pet, seems to be warming up to Khaelen. I told her of his family seal and how he grew up with Dragonhawks. Animals always seem to be able to sense things as well, and Xyro seems to think that Khaelen''s whore days are over, but I still grow weary at the thought.
Elementice, some absurd troll in the castle cornered me after my night with dearest Khaelen. She told me that Khaelen was out to get me and use me to his full pleasure and nothing more. These were my fears, she told me my fears and told me that she also thought only the worst would come of my situation.
I have since talked to the troll but the shaman seemed so confused and claimed to have not remembered a thing-- but her accent was gone and she seemed to have a bit of a British tone, which I am not aware of Trolls having. I felt so confused myself at the situation that I am now doubting that the event ever occured.
So I am now writing down all of the craxy things that have happened to me in the last few days. O dear, what will become of me?
Xyro, my pet, seems to be warming up to Khaelen. I told her of his family seal and how he grew up with Dragonhawks. Animals always seem to be able to sense things as well, and Xyro seems to think that Khaelen''s whore days are over, but I still grow weary at the thought.
Elementice, some absurd troll in the castle cornered me after my night with dearest Khaelen. She told me that Khaelen was out to get me and use me to his full pleasure and nothing more. These were my fears, she told me my fears and told me that she also thought only the worst would come of my situation.
I have since talked to the troll but the shaman seemed so confused and claimed to have not remembered a thing-- but her accent was gone and she seemed to have a bit of a British tone, which I am not aware of Trolls having. I felt so confused myself at the situation that I am now doubting that the event ever occured.
So I am now writing down all of the craxy things that have happened to me in the last few days. O dear, what will become of me?