*sigh*   My poor boyfriend. . . . I fell asleep in his bedroom last night and now I have awoken with my head on the bed of a man that strangely resembles MY DEAD FATHER!!!

Anyway, it seems like this world could possibly inspire the new look for my next live. . . . . . . . everything is so very dark. . and gothic. . .

((Reyson is the singer of a J-Rock band. . I'm thinking something along the lines of, like, Malice Mizer.  There are a few pretty awesome pictures there at wikipedia.))

I've been thinking instead of working as Tibarn's adviser after I move to Phoenicis, perhaps I should teach.  The progress that my sisters have both made is very encouraging.  At first I thought it was merely my sisters' intelligence that helped them learn so quickly, but I noticed that some of the younger Gallians I have been working with have made incredible progress on their learning of the Old Tongue.

These last few years have been somewhat angst creating, as I thought about the possibility that the Old Tongue might be lost forever.  But if we, the herons, were to spread our knowledge, perhaps it will not be lost.

I finally manged to muster up my courage to 'propose' to Tibarn.  I must have been suffering from random on-set insanity to be scared that he would refuse.  Naturally he accepted and to my amazement, he had been thinking about using his brief visit to Gallia to do the same thing.

Somehow, we both picked out the same ring.

So, though we will never be married, we are promised to each other. 

[Filtered away from Tibarn]
Hopefully the maids will stop their flirting with him.

*new vocabulary list follows for Lillia's benefit*

*cries*   Don't make the dark god mad.  T_T   More importantly, don't call the dark god a goddess. 

I am going to go hide now.

((Finally, mister popular is finished!))

After much thought, I decided it would be silly of me to start my journey to Kilvas to share the book, if it was going to take me longer to go there by boat than to fly.  I know the chaos is over now, but those of you that wish to see the book are in luck.  I managed to copy some of it.  As I said before, it seemed vaguely similar to heron, so copying was no issue.   Sadly, I posses no artistic skill, so the pictures could not be copied.

On my next visit to Kilvas/Phoenicis, I will share the small portion I still have with you, Aesa.


Oh yes, I seem to have returned to normal. . . .

I was rather disturbed to find out I no longer had wings.  At first I thought I was in the Black Knight's body again, but then I realized that I didn't feel any stronger. . . . I found a strange looking robe in my room, that don't resemble any mage's robe I had ever seen. . . I can't quite figure out what has happened to me.

Oh yes, the tome I found said something about dark magic, I think.  I can't read the language very well.

*sigh*  I suppose I better do this before Lillia makes me.  Leanne, I think we need to talk.  It is not anything too serious, but I suppose my fears should be addressed.  Journals are fine with me, if you don't wish to meet in person.

Tibarn. . . . when you have a free moment, I would like to speak with you.  It can wait until after all your duties are finished. 

I seem to have made it out of this round of chaos fairly unscathed.  I'm thankful to have only spent this last week as a child that spoke about ten words of beorc and that could convince two people that he really did need help in Gallia - one of which is still sleeping in my bed.  That is probably the scariest part of my past week. . . emo!Tibarn sleeping in child!Reyson's bed.  Surprisingly enough, he took decent care of me, speaking with the cats for me and calming me down when I was scared.

Lance, I do not think you're scary.  I've actually come to like you quite a bit.


[Filtered to Tibarn]
So. . are you going to stay for a bit longer?  You are welcome to, as long as my sister isn't too scarred from this last week.  Not too much though, I don't think you should leave Phoenicis for long as long as your double is about.

My father is sick in bed.  And all my sisters are missing.  I'm in Gallia and not Serenes.  Naesala seems to be a girl. . . . would someone please tell me what is going on?

I think I'm ready to for our trip.  Are you two?

Leanne~

I'm sorry that you had to find out this way, but I am leaving for Phoenicis to meet Tibarn.  We are going to pay a little visit to Serenes Forest.  I don't expect to be gone more than a week and it will most-likely it will be much shorter.  If you need me, you can reach me through my journal at anytime.  If need be, I can come home immediately.

See you very soon,

Reyson

This past week wasn't entirely that bad.  Granted, I was married to Zihark - no offense Zi, but I'm really happy with my current relationship - and I had to take care of my rather bratty father.  Age-wise, everything was good.  I was just a little bit older.  Age isn't that big a of a deal to most Laguz, since we live so long.

While taking care of Father this week, I realized that I miss using speaking my old language as much as I did when I was younger.  I think that we don't use it enough anymore.  Granted, there's like a whole five people here that speak it decent enough to actually use it, but we need to use it more.

[Heron - Lorazieh]
Reyson said I can use his journal, if I promise to only write in it.  No voice stuff.  I still don't believe those old fogey herons are my kids!!  They're way, WAY, WAY older than me.  They're really nice but I'd much rather have Mother and Father here with me.  Does anyone know where my mother and father are?  And why am I not in Serenes Forest?  There is something you people aren't telling me, isn't there?  The old heron wants his journal back.

What is this thing about him being married to a beorc MAN?

[Beorc - Reyson]
My father is a gigantic brat.

My father seems to be. . . alive again.  And living with me as a child.  Really what is the meaning of this?  Who's sick joke is this?

[Heron Voice post]
This really skeery blonde man says he's my son, but he's WAY older than I am.  He's, like, an old man.  And he speaks that skeery Beorc language.  Mommy and daddy said I need to watch out about people that speak Beorc!!!

[Written Beorc]
I am not translating that.  I'm sorry for those of you that don't speak heron, but I'm not.

Zi, where are you and why did you leave me here in Gallia?

I have not written in here for a very long time, but things have been busy enough around here to keep me distracted from my journal.  The drama of my own life is far more distracting.

Since we came back, Father has gotten a little more sick. I have been spending a little more time around him and, consequently, around my double. Even though the other me is an enormous headache, I have been enjoying his company somewhat.

Anne - who seems to be feeling better AND keeping a secret from me - was taking up more of my time than anyone else.  Sometimes she would come to my room and cry at me.  Others, she would just want my complete attention.  On a few occasions, she just wanted to sit and watch me.  No offense meant to you or my little sister, Anne, but having two younger sisters both of whom are dependent on you, not so much fun.

King Caineghis has asked me to help with a few confidential matters of his court.

Since Ike wanted me to be more open, I do not have to filter this.  Tibarn, I'm sorry we haven't been able to make our trip back to Serenes.  I'll be free soon.  Promise.

I was bored. This was a little entertaining. . . I really want to know why I'd throw myself at Anne or run from Tibarn. Only if he starts snoring all the time.

Tibarn and I decided we should clear something up:

Yes, I love Tibarn and he loves me.  Tibarn and I have been together for about fifteen years, so it's nothing new.

We had been planning on telling people, when WE felt ready.  However, because of a certain girl's journal, we made the choice to tell everyone now.

[Filtered to Lance]
Don't even THINK about telling Father!  I want enough control over my life to tell him.

[Filtered to Self]
I think feathers are starting to fall out of my wings.  Too much stress.

I am feeling much better now. It turns out, my wing was not injured as badly as Tibarn and I once thought. Granted, it is still a little sore, but I think I am well enough to fly.

Finally, I will be able to save Father from Reyson Number 2. We should probably explain to him what is going on now, since he probably thinks his son has lost his mind. Oh Goddess, I hope that double hasn't tried to explain anything to him.