Baby Gifts

A baby crib from Akasha Allianna, where little Charm can sleep peacefully and dream of things to come.









A gift from Kitty Vance, a beautiful little golden bracelet, one that can be passed down to Charm's own first born daughter.






A rocking chair to lull away the restless nights, from Aurora, Lukas and family.











A silver spoon and fork, fit for a princess, one to be treasured. From Aurora, Lukas and family.










A bassinet to keep her safe near mommy's side. From Aurora, Lukas and family.

Castalia, or Charm as I have come to call her, has been the receiver of many thoughtful gifts. I still keep my distance from most of the Schendi population, though I do try to associate for the sake of my daughter. I do not want her brought up with my proclivity for isolation. As much as I realize she needs me, I also realize that she needs to be surrounded by those who can help her grow as a person. Hopefully, in allowing this, she will not blossom into a woman who has a penchant to be quiet and melancholy, like myself.

Kings I miss him. There are times I want nothing more than to run back to AR, back to him and all that may await me there. But I can not, for I fear what waits is steel and the loss of my child. I should have thought this through more calmly. I should have told him. I should have done so many things differently, but now it is too late.

The decision was made and now I must live with it. Charm must live with it. She can never know.

Castalia Charm

My daughter has arrived, 1 1/2 stones, 17 horts. She had inherited the best aspects from both of us; Kain’s intoxicating blue eyes and my fair complexion, as well as a tuft of red hair. She doesn’t seem to have his temper either, which I suspect is a good thing, but I can’t help but wonder if I did the right thing in taking her away from him. I tell myself I had no choice, that I am only trying to protect her innocence, but truth be told, I would have to admit that I was trying to protect my own as well. How could I allow her to live in his world, having had a taste of it myself?

I still love him. I will always love him, but love does not always a relationship make. At least not a good relationship.

So I shall continue on, keeping all at bay in hopes of keeping my daughter safe. I shall reside in Schendi, and soon I will find a house for us.

An Empty Dollhouse

I thought it would have been easier. I should know by now that nothing is easy.

I thought that I could do this on my own, raising a child, but now, even before she’s made her entrance into the world, I’m having second thoughts. Maybe I should have stayed in Ar. Maybe I should have told Castor he was going to be a father. Or maybe I should have taken Aiden up on his offer.

I realize there is no real answer to my impending dilemma and that I had no choice in what I have done, but that doesn’t seem to make me feel and better. So many women here are with child, each eagerly awaiting their baby’s birth, while I falsify the death of my daughter’s father. I miss him.

One of the women that had done such a splendid job on the fair recently gave birth to a daughter, so I sent her the gift I had made for Castalia before leaving Ar. A fanciful little dollhouse, complete with a tiny winged creature, one that was created from my mother’s bedtime stories to me.

I’m not sure why I had the sudden urge to simply give it away, except for the fact that it seemed so empty and lonely, and continually put me in my melancholy mood. I’ve already written to the man who made it, asking for another one, though I know it will not be identical to the one I gave away. I think tonight I will set aside some time to cry and feel sorry for myself, so that tomorrow I can face the day anew and put the tears behind me. I, as always, will persevere.