Post by Alianora Mhyre Calvey on Mar 16, 2007 2:00:54 GMT -6
Hmm... I'm not sure what day it is, actually.
A diary is for your thoughts, which I have many of, but still, I never thought I'd resort to such a thing, myself. It isn't my failt that everyone thinks differently than me, is it? No, I'd say definitely not. My mother would die of fright if she heard half of the things I have to say, so I'll get them out of the mind here.
First off, I saw a glimpse of a carriage full of nobles getting robbed while in the forest, today. I was in the midst of looking for some dumb root for my mother, but why she feels compelled to keep some cow tail's root on hand is beyond my comprehension. But returning to the main story, it was kind of amusing, to see the ease with which the thieves robbed the rich. Stupid spoiled nobles. Every speck of their lives is carefully planned out so that they mustn't be required to risk breaking a nail or getting a bit of dirt on them.
On a more serious note, the tournament is to be starting soon, and I must admit, I'm a slight bit nervous. I've never really competed in a competition; at least not one like this. Usually I just help my brother, Eamonn, practice. I sure hope that I don't end up facing him in the tournament, though if it comes to that, at least I know his style by heart. Both of us have practiced every day, though I'm not able to devote nearly as much time to it all as I would have liked. Duties of being a female, and all that. I had to fetch bucket after bucket of water from the creek so that we could finish the last bit of laundry we didn't get to yesterday, and then I helped Eamonn with his horsey clients in the smithy. I fixed up a set of shoes for a horse I particularly like, a light chestnut named Kantor, and then rode him over to the castle stables. I met an odd sort of person there, a noble who.. wasn't quite a noble. I'm not so sure of him, although he wasn't exactly pompous, he was still high up. Educated, and referred to as 'Sir'. Ugh.
Mother fears I shall never marry, though if I don't find the right man, I don't think I'd mind not marrying. I'd rather be by myself than stuck with some idiot who expects me to bake, clean, and bear sons for him. If someone thinks I'd do that, they've got another thing coming. Oh, and another person I ran into today [literally] told me to shoo off, that the servants were to use a different entrance. I nearly let them have it right there. Can you imagine the nerve of them? I'd like to take them out and beat them like a rug, leaving them with bruises all over. And welts, and cuts... Mother says I have a temper, but that's not exactly fresh news.
Well, since I think I'm supposed to sign this, I guess I will. It's really a waste, you know, signing everytime. It's not as if someone else is going to read this, or as if I wouldn't recognize my own handwriting. People and their habits... I wish people would think for themselves, sometime. Ugh. Mother's calling. She wants me to help Bryce with the hogs. This is why I need to joust; it just isn't enough for me to stand by and keep out of the way as a feed slop to a bunch of pigs. I have to be out there, in the middle of everything, though I can't really explain why. Mother says I need to get my head out of the clouds. Why, if the height of my thoughts were really on such a scale, surely my head is far above the clouds. The Heavens, at least, for none of the things I dream about seem to be close at hand. More like a distant fantasy that will never come to pass. Oh well, I'll always have the hogs, I guess, though I'm not so sure that that's a good thing.
---> Alia.
A diary is for your thoughts, which I have many of, but still, I never thought I'd resort to such a thing, myself. It isn't my failt that everyone thinks differently than me, is it? No, I'd say definitely not. My mother would die of fright if she heard half of the things I have to say, so I'll get them out of the mind here.
First off, I saw a glimpse of a carriage full of nobles getting robbed while in the forest, today. I was in the midst of looking for some dumb root for my mother, but why she feels compelled to keep some cow tail's root on hand is beyond my comprehension. But returning to the main story, it was kind of amusing, to see the ease with which the thieves robbed the rich. Stupid spoiled nobles. Every speck of their lives is carefully planned out so that they mustn't be required to risk breaking a nail or getting a bit of dirt on them.
On a more serious note, the tournament is to be starting soon, and I must admit, I'm a slight bit nervous. I've never really competed in a competition; at least not one like this. Usually I just help my brother, Eamonn, practice. I sure hope that I don't end up facing him in the tournament, though if it comes to that, at least I know his style by heart. Both of us have practiced every day, though I'm not able to devote nearly as much time to it all as I would have liked. Duties of being a female, and all that. I had to fetch bucket after bucket of water from the creek so that we could finish the last bit of laundry we didn't get to yesterday, and then I helped Eamonn with his horsey clients in the smithy. I fixed up a set of shoes for a horse I particularly like, a light chestnut named Kantor, and then rode him over to the castle stables. I met an odd sort of person there, a noble who.. wasn't quite a noble. I'm not so sure of him, although he wasn't exactly pompous, he was still high up. Educated, and referred to as 'Sir'. Ugh.
Mother fears I shall never marry, though if I don't find the right man, I don't think I'd mind not marrying. I'd rather be by myself than stuck with some idiot who expects me to bake, clean, and bear sons for him. If someone thinks I'd do that, they've got another thing coming. Oh, and another person I ran into today [literally] told me to shoo off, that the servants were to use a different entrance. I nearly let them have it right there. Can you imagine the nerve of them? I'd like to take them out and beat them like a rug, leaving them with bruises all over. And welts, and cuts... Mother says I have a temper, but that's not exactly fresh news.
Well, since I think I'm supposed to sign this, I guess I will. It's really a waste, you know, signing everytime. It's not as if someone else is going to read this, or as if I wouldn't recognize my own handwriting. People and their habits... I wish people would think for themselves, sometime. Ugh. Mother's calling. She wants me to help Bryce with the hogs. This is why I need to joust; it just isn't enough for me to stand by and keep out of the way as a feed slop to a bunch of pigs. I have to be out there, in the middle of everything, though I can't really explain why. Mother says I need to get my head out of the clouds. Why, if the height of my thoughts were really on such a scale, surely my head is far above the clouds. The Heavens, at least, for none of the things I dream about seem to be close at hand. More like a distant fantasy that will never come to pass. Oh well, I'll always have the hogs, I guess, though I'm not so sure that that's a good thing.
---> Alia.