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Thu, May. 15th, 2008, 09:06 pm
Rosalyn decided to call it an early day at the office since she wouldn't be meeting with the People Who Made Decisions that night. Since her daughter should be napping now, she's taking the time to stroll through one of the little farmer's markets in the Nexus. Those strawberries look nice. So do the blueberries.
Fri, Jan. 4th, 2008, 11:06 am
It isn't often that Rosalyn feels free to let her true self out, but in a snow covered woods late at night, it feels right. The moon is full enough to light her way, and she has remembered enough of her powers that the woods feel right. Here, a tree is sleeping until spring. There, a tree won't make it through the winter. Over there is only the husk of a great oak, but she hasn't remembered enough to hurry it along. The spirit of the tree moved on already, and needs no help from her. The small wildlife goes a little more still as she passes through, sensing the presence of death amidst the trees. In her true form, her face is nearly as pale as the snow around her, and her hair is a true black. Her eyes are an odd swirl of the gray and black of the Shadowlands. The gray fur-lined cloak is an indulgence that she bought for herself this Christmas, but her transformation altered the rest of her clothes to flowing black that hide her legs. Even her wings are a black so dark that they seem to absorb the moonlight. Though the snow is deep, she leaves no tracks but the faintest impression from the trailing of her dress. Sun, Jan. 7th, 2007, 05:58 pm
The company I work for had a thing about how much vacatiion time you're allowed to let build up, so I took some time off for the holidays. I'm glad I did. I had to tell Seth's family that I'm pregnant, and also I'm not completely sure about where to find Rosalyn's mother. Based on her memories, I'm not sure that I want to. I need to move. My apartment is in no way suited to having a child in it. Hell, I'm not suited to raising a child. The truth is going to hurt a lot of people, but it might be better than keeping secrets. I just don't know any more. Work will be a nice Sunday stroll compared to this vacation. Fri, Nov. 17th, 2006, 03:09 pm
Dear Diary, I was trying to find a way back to check on the things I helped make, but I can't seem to remember the trick of getting there. I ended up in the wrong place, but I met some interesting people. One was wondering about cruelty. I hope he finds his brother. Another was asking about how people like to help others. Hard to imagine that it would be so easy. My question Fri, Nov. 17th, 2006, 01:52 pm
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