Urahra 5777 Popular Post Share Posted October 12, 2014 Diary of Lorina Carrion To be updated periodically. All spelling errors intentional. Please do not meta the contents of this post. In character, it is a private diary. Former Diary Post Here ~*~ Entry #1: Entry #2 Entry #3 Entry #4 Entry #5 Entry #6 Entry #7 Entry #8 Entry #9 Entry #10 Entry #11 Entry #12 Entry #13 Entry #14 Entry #15 Entry #16 Entry #17 Entry #18 Entry #19 Entry #20 31 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
monkeypoacher 8055 Share Posted October 12, 2014 Marvin hisses and wrings his hands in regret for selling Sevista (or Alras, or as it is now called, Kerovia) to the empire. Having never even met the child he will inevitably view her with intense spite. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ark 2835 Share Posted October 12, 2014 Aleksandr Carrion would rub his chin, as he read the diary he sighs. "I'm not too sad, am I?" he shrugs his shoulders walking out the room. He would also thank Marvin in his head, for selling him the magnificent plot of Karovia* Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Urahra 5777 Author Share Posted October 14, 2014 Red, in Lorina's mind, was a very good color. It had always been her favorite. Something about it just...felt right to her. Perhaps it was the presence of red in her family's crest colors. Or maybe it was just the color of life - of lips, of cheeks, of noses when it got a little too cold. Today was a red day, she decided, as she laid out her little ink pots and prepared to write. ((Second Entry is up.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Monomakhos 1849 Share Posted October 15, 2014 ((Neat.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Urahra 5777 Author Share Posted October 16, 2014 Lorina hesitated over the array of little ink pots spread out on her writing desk. As an artist and a writer, she felt a great sensitivity to color. The color of her had to match the mood of the day or else it would feel wrong. If asked to explain her selection process, she would be hard pressed to do so. What made a certain day 'green'? What made another day 'orange'? But when Lorina looked at her new presents - the teddy bear and the box of paintbrushes - she knew. Today was a blue day. Blue, just like Christopher's eyes. ((Third entry is up)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Urahra 5777 Author Share Posted October 19, 2014 The little green ink pot sat open on Lorina's desk. Her favorite pen, a quill made from a jet black crow feather, sat beside it. Little droplets of ink dribbled from its tip. Green was the color of introspection. The color of thought. It was the color of the midday sun shining through a robust canopy of leaves. It was the color Lorina saw when she looked at herself in a mirror. ((Fourth Entry is up.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Urahra 5777 Author Share Posted October 19, 2014 Purple was not a color that Lorina used often. It was a rare color. She knew because the man at the printing shop charged extra for every bottle of purple ink. Lorina was a frugal child. She had never received much in the way of allowance, despite being from such a prestigious family. As such, she only had a single, small pot of purple ink. She admired the intensity of the color. It flowed smoothly from her pen onto the page - as smooth as a whisper, as smooth as falling asleep. A special day called for her most special ink. ((Entry #5 is up.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Urahra 5777 Author Share Posted October 20, 2014 Lorina did not use the brown ink often and she had a practical reason for doing so. The pages of her diary were a bright, soft vellum, almost orange in color. The brown ink simply did not show up well on her paper. In low lights, it was almost invisible. Lorina used the brown mostly for drawings, when it was mixed with other colors to enrich certain tones. She did not, as a general rule, use it to write. But today was a brown day. Today was a day of disappointment and frustrating news. This morning called for brown. And Lorina could not deny it. ((Entry #6 is up.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
susitsu 871 Share Posted October 20, 2014 "Get a fuckin' haircut, Christopher." says Lucas. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Urahra 5777 Author Share Posted October 21, 2014 Purple and pink, aside from being rare and special colors - expensive and hard to find, were also the colors of magic. Lorina could not say she had much experience with magic. None at all, in fact. During her youth, she had met a wandering wizard or two. These fellows would perform a trick or two and then vanish out of her life as quickly as they had appeared. And indeed, their magic had come in many colors. Electric blue, butter yellow, fiery orange. But something inside her said that magic - the essence of magic - was a deep purple-pink. A color that straddled the borders between primaries. A color that... may or may not actually exist. A fairy cave and a new friend? That deserved to be written in the color of magic. ((Entry #7 is up.)) 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Urahra 5777 Author Share Posted October 22, 2014 As Lorina sat down to write in her diary, she reflected over the day's events. She had met an orc and his pet yak. She had seen a mysterious friend once again. And Christopher had scolded her. She had never seen Christopher look honestly mad before. He was the kind of man who kept his emotions in check. When she'd laid eyes on Christopher's angry face, she felt a terrible, overwhelming shame. Yet at the same time, it made her a little happy. The only reason Christopher looked so furious was because of her. He was looking out for her. He wanted to protect her. Today was a red day indeed. ((Entry #8 up.)) 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Urahra 5777 Author Share Posted October 23, 2014 Lorina sat at her desk for a long time. She sat with her head down on the wood, face buried in her folded arms. She did not have the energy to write anything at all. Her face was still wet with tears. Her eyes felt raw. She had no words for any of this. What on earth could she even write? When she reached out to grasp her crow feather quill, her hand brushed against the pop of forest green. It was the same color that she'd used to paint the sea serpent for the Vanirs. The color of a happier time. It was not a happy day. Not by a long shot. Yet somehow, in Lorina's exhausted brain, the color fit. It was the color of a time when Yakov was her beloved brother. The color of a time before she knew of his treachery. The color of denial. The color of disbelief. She dipped the tip of her quill into the inkwell. ((Entry #9 is up)) 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Urahra 5777 Author Share Posted October 24, 2014 Blue grey. The color of rainwater and the late evening sky. The color of deep, restless sleep. When writing about her nightmares, about comforting a friend in the wake of a devastating death, there was no color more appropriate. ((Entry #10 is up. I noticed some FMs eyeing this thread. I figured y'all didn't like me bumping it all the time. So I decided to turn all of my bumps into little RP posts. Hope that's good with y'all.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eddywilson2 2117 Share Posted October 25, 2014 ((Na it's a good read. Ask to even pin it possibly maybe you'll get lucky.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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