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Aug. 1st, 2011 02:36 am[Filter: Private, in Atsirian]
I wonder if anyone will remark on the family resemblance, seeing us all together. True enough that I always favoured my mother ... but I always though it fortunate that Westa was not in Cleraine when I was. The chin, the nose, the forehead ... there is classical Azshara in the both of us.
Of course, I doubt anyone will notice. Not even her. People only see what they wish to see. Westa is the Matriarch of House Atsir, and I the mysterious and elusive Prophet. There is no connection between us. No one will mark it, but for me.
And
Karlesta, Adrian and I should arrive late. Not enough to be rude, but enough to make a show of our arrival. We should not be seen as beholden to the swirl and call of Razen's activity. We move on the Goddesses' time, not that of mere mortals. Adrian should be seen as subserviant, Karlesta radiant. I will need to be sure she is seen, that she is remarked upon and marvelled at. She has grown clever. That should show.
... I wonder if she had realized yet, my plans for her. Perhaps not. Obvious enough, if one were to look closely, though this is all happening far, far ahead of schedule. But if she has not thought to ask the question, she will not have found the answer. Surely, nothing she's said has given any hint that she knows, or even suspects ...
Well, I will need to tell her soon. She has preparations to make, and a difficult game to play. Beside, she could use a distraction from the ... questions that I have seen her asking herself. About what happened in the library on that day.
... I wonder where he is tonight. If he thinks on what we talked about that day, what we realized, and what we agreed to. I wonder ...
I wonder.
I wonder if anyone will remark on the family resemblance, seeing us all together. True enough that I always favoured my mother ... but I always though it fortunate that Westa was not in Cleraine when I was. The chin, the nose, the forehead ... there is classical Azshara in the both of us.
Of course, I doubt anyone will notice. Not even her. People only see what they wish to see. Westa is the Matriarch of House Atsir, and I the mysterious and elusive Prophet. There is no connection between us. No one will mark it, but for me.
Karlesta, Adrian and I should arrive late. Not enough to be rude, but enough to make a show of our arrival. We should not be seen as beholden to the swirl and call of Razen's activity. We move on the Goddesses' time, not that of mere mortals. Adrian should be seen as subserviant, Karlesta radiant. I will need to be sure she is seen, that she is remarked upon and marvelled at. She has grown clever. That should show.
... I wonder if she had realized yet, my plans for her. Perhaps not. Obvious enough, if one were to look closely, though this is all happening far, far ahead of schedule. But if she has not thought to ask the question, she will not have found the answer. Surely, nothing she's said has given any hint that she knows, or even suspects ...
Well, I will need to tell her soon. She has preparations to make, and a difficult game to play. Beside, she could use a distraction from the ... questions that I have seen her asking herself. About what happened in the library on that day.
... I wonder where he is tonight. If he thinks on what we talked about that day, what we realized, and what we agreed to. I wonder ...
I wonder.
