I am pondering discontinuing Elise's services. Soon, she will graduate from her studies and need to peruse that farther than what Harper Rock has to offer her. She is speaking of going to France to study techniques there. She asked me to come with her. I said I would think about it, but I know I cannot go. Not for the entire time. Perhaps a visit, but not for as long as she wants me there. Needs me there. She was never able to replace Lana, but she did try.
I played at the 'soft' opening of Yin, for Doc as promised. Which reminds me to see what that actually means. Because of an offhanded suggestion, I also started baking again. Blueberry Scones. Elise did not fancy them, she said they were not sweet enough. She tells me that everything in America is sweeter; even their bread. What purpose is there to having sweet bread? Bread is used for sandwiches, which are savoury, or other things which are savoury in nature. I passed them along to someone who may have better taste than her.
I will never understand how the shadows consume thee. I have tried, but there is nothing it can offer. I know you have always been drawn to the darkest parts of a person and the places in which it brings thee, but at the end of it all...there is nothing there but vast emptiness. How can that be more appealing to thee, than anything you have had? What we had? You are so far locked within it, that I can barely make out any memories anymore from thee. I know not what that means.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
A new person posted in Noble. I have never seen or heard of him before. His name is EfOff, which seems peculiar, but upon further contemplation, it reminds me of Eskoph, to whom I have had a few conversations with and found rather enjoyable. So, perhaps this individual will be tolerable at the least, but enjoyable at the most. He said he will call me his 3G siress, which is nicer than saying, great, great, great, grandsiress. Not that it bothers me much, but it does make one seem aged. Which, I suppose I am, but I do not look or feel as old as I am. Well, at least I do not feel it. I suppose some days I look it, or at least present myself in such a manner. Old, and stuffy. It would explain so much.
Jezebel also is around, which is nice. I invited her to the soiree, which I hope she comes to. I also extended an invitation to meet up for tea on the weekend. To which, she accepted. I was surprised, if I am honest, but genuinely pleased. I look forward to it.
I have been occasionally reading about science and some studies, but I fear they are well over my head. Still, it does interest me. I have continued baking and have decided that I will indeed release Elise from my care when I find someone more fitting or interesting than her. I have enjoyed her years with me, but she needs to live her own, very human, very mortal life.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
I have informed Elise that I will no longer be requiring her services after this month. She looked betrayed, at first. As if I had stolen all the air right out from her lungs, eyes wide with surprise. She asked what that meant and after a deep discussion, she walked away with a deeper understanding. She even smiled and thanked me. I am undecided if I will require another thrall at this time, but if I do, I may venture to something different. Perhaps, a business man, since I desire to open yet another business venture in the months to come. I suppose there are plenty of business women as well; so either will work, so long as they are valuable and resourceful.
Everyone has agreed to meet at the location, at the time in which I offered. I must profess to already meeting Mr. EffOff, he seems...agreeable. Or, at least he appears to have some manners, which is agreeable. He bowed, at least and thanked me for the gun in which I gifted him. He said he needed nothing, still...I felt as if I should offer him something since his sire is Sparrow. What does one give someone without really knowing them? A weapon, but of course, especially in such a place as Harper Rock.
I need to touch base with Cosi. I try and leave him be, he is his own independent persons and has fared well without me or my influence, so I tend to leave him alone. I do not wish to be seen as a mother hen of sorts, but I do wish we spoke more often. I am as much to blame for our lack of communication, if not more. I shall strive to do more-to do better. To be better.
I am better in so many ways, but I know there is still a long way to go.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
Though I have told Elise of her impending release, I have not had much luck with finding a suitable replacement. Well, perhaps that is not true, but I am wary. Each of my thralls have served me a long time; Lana, until she died, and Elise until I release her. There are but a few more days in February, and I stated she would be released by the end of it. I will make certain of it, even if I have no one in mind yet.
I did meet a young woman who seemed interesting enough, but after a few conversations, I found myself growing...bored. At first, her interest of flowers and nature seemed entertaining enough, but the woman could not hold a conversation on another topic. Elise is no better, I must profess, but if I am to retain another thrall, I would like something...different. Perhaps, dare I say...better?
There was a male in a monkey suit at the soiree, but he seemed to have fallen asleep from boredom. I know not if I should be insulted, or find it amusing. I wonder what it is he does to stay awake and interested in something. I did not catch his name, so it is unlikely we shall meet again, but still I wonder if the soiree was genuinely that atrocious. The soiree was certainly 'interesting' at some moments, providing me with much insight on some matters.
There is another I have encountered thrice. I spoke to him last night, simply because I did not wish to alarm him with being in the same place at the same time...again. I complimented his skin tone. He was-is very tan. I found myself slightly envious. I was never able to attain a golden hue to my skin. I either remained pale, or turned a bright shade of red. He said he spent time outdoors hiking. Asked me if I wished to come hiking with him. I told him I could not fancy such a proposition, but it was a kind gesture. He reminded me of the sun-I do miss it so. Once upon a time Shamus and I were going to learn how to tolerate the sun for short intervals and watch it rise. We-I have done neither. Perhaps it is best; for it is a whimsical idea. Vampires and sunlight do not go hand in hand. How foolish.
Still, I am tempted to enthrall the sun-kissed gentleman. I wonder how he would taste.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
I have invested into my third business. A bakery of sorts. It is a specialty bakery that specializes in tarts. Nothing more, and nothing less. The reviews have been promising so far on the tarts made and offered. Currently, I am playing with ingredients and my memory. It has been a great while since I have baked; and the many errors and trials prove such a thing.
I have a new companion. Her name is Berry. She is tiny; smaller than each of my cats. I hope she grows bigger, for I am afraid I may lose her. It is strange to me, to have a canine companion once again. It has been a long time. While Shamus had his dog, in which I purchased, he was his dog and was rarely from his side. I have not had a dog for centuries. Since I was a small girl-the two hounds. While they were my brother's, I adored the both of them; they were wonderful hunting companions, my brothers claimed and those claims seemed true, for they often returned with wild game for the dinner table. It is a shame I cannot remember both of their names, but the one-its name was Pebbles. The youngest of my brothers named him when he was but six years old.
I must confess to having mild reservations about enthralling the male human. While my thralls have free will for the most part, should I want or need something, they have no choice but to try and appease me. I do not think that is the life one is destined for; but perhaps I should do it anyways. One evening I fear he will grow tired of my tarts and idle conversation and vanish. Then it will be too late.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
Berry has been a wonderful addition to the household. I walk her nightly, which forces me to get out of the tower for more than just work purposes. She is very excitable upon these walks, sometimes yipping at...nothing. A noise, perhaps. A far distant sound a fair few blocks downward. The howl of the wind or the starting of a car. It is amusing to see such a little creature with such...vigor to her. I believe she would take on the world head first if I allowed it; then again...I have my doubts. For as ferocious as she can be, she is quite the lap dog. She often tries to make herself comfortable upon my lap while I am stitching pieces together. She has settled for a pillow instead, tucked against my outer thigh, while I work.
I have come to realize that I cannot, regardless of my personal feelings and desires, enthrall the young male. His relation to a childe of my sire makes that quite impossible. I know that if someone would have tried to enslave one of my human kin to years of servitude...it would not be a pleasant outcome. For now, I will settle without a thrall and see how that goes. I had not one in my earlier years as a young vampire, and managed just fine. I suppose, I could manage once again. Even if it is different this time around. I am still so far behind on the things I do not know, but should, by now.
Cosimo surprised me the other eve. He summoned me to a restaurant within the city. It was the one in which I found him in the gutters. He is in good spirits, which makes me very happy. All seems well for him, and that is all a sire can ask and hope for in their progeny. Success and well being. I would do anything for any of mine if they asked it, but...so few ask of anything. Regardless, it was a welcomed surprise and we spent a great deal of time together. I admire him so.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
Life progresses and I find myself...fine. Productive once again, and less burdened or guilty. I owe it to the company I have been fortunate to have these last few months. Without them, I am certain I would be taking more trips around the world, searching for...something. Anything.
The bakery has been remodeled and will be ready to open soon. I have a meeting with the human that I have taken an interest in. I know he is 'off-limits' in multiple respects, still...there is something about him. I do not know if he is even aware of it--something more than the obvious fact he is a sorcerer. He speaks about the outdoors and nature, so perhaps he knows more than he lets on. It is expected that one would keep such things private, after all, I do the same. His gift; Berry, is an excellent companion most evenings. She has spent a great deal with me in the tart shop while I ready it. She has more or less claimed the white chair near the door, almost as if acting like a guard dog, but who could be afraid of something so tiny? Still, she and the front she puts on is adorable.
Cosimo and I have spent more time together than before. I enjoy our time together. I still do not summon him often, in case he is occupied with his Athena, or his own childre. Still, I did have to share with him the finished product of my bakery. It is a shame neither of us can enjoy the benefit of it, but it makes me happy regardless. Happier than I think my original business endeavour would have been. I still may do it, but for now, I feel as if three business will keep me plenty occupied.
Then, there is Doc and his thrall Grace. She has been the 'subject' of my products. Most of them. Doc says he will release her soon, and I cannot blame him. Her conversations are more entertaining than Elise's, but on the same level. He spoke about an Opera coming to Harper Rock in May, and invited me to come along. It was a surprise-the invitation, but a welcomed one. I have never been to an Opera before, so it will be an interesting first experience. I often wonder if in some instances, he does not feel mild pity for me at times. Perhaps feels obligated since we have become friends. I wonder if they all do.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
Surprises seem to be upon the agenda lately. Last week, Myk snuck upon me in the sewers. It is always nice to see him and I told him such. Then, a few eves later, my Chicory stopped by the gardens. It was most unexpected. I am always pleased when she shows herself in the familial haven. And then last evening, Mister Ripper reached out to me. It is always nice to see a friendly English person in the city. I do so enjoy his quirky personality; it is a shame we do not see nor hear from him often.
There is talk of...something. It is uncertain as to what it will be. A council? Senate of sorts? Kingdom? I know not, but what I do know is that not one person seems to be interested in taking charge of whatever this may be. Our species seems to want to do nothing more than to talk, but when it comes to the delivery...if the human populace does not take us out some evening, it will simply be because we have the advantage of strength and power. Not because we are an offensive community. Not even defensive. We, simply are nothing. But, if they do not, then the fae certainly will.
I have not seen the human in some time. I could track him down quite easily, but that would be a bit...unnerving, I think. To him, that is. I should have enthralled him when I had the chance. Now, he may have left town, or he may no longer even be human. What a terrible thing to think about, yes?
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
I have had a most peculiar, yet startling revelation last eve. One has to wonder if it is due to a certain human in which I find myself in company with lately, or if it something in which I have overlooked before. I wonder if I have had everything wrong all this time.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
Mortality is an interesting notion in regards to the human populace. I am starting to wonder if that is the character trait that makes humans so...interesting at moments. They have a deadline, unlike us. An expiration date. Time, works against them, unlike our kind.
Is that the motivational driving force? Knowing that one's time is up at some point, and so they must do something if they feel the urge to do that something? I think it is a question in which needs to be asked, and I plan on asking such a question.
Why are you taking me through troubled waters, I asked? Because your enemies cannot swim, he replied.
