Diary of Decille Entry #25

Thank you to Seabby for the wonderful illustration.

Entry #25

Sleep last night was a near impossibility, I was so excited for today. I woke up in the middle of the night my fair share of times even. Last time I was so bad about sleeping it was around the time I was going to tell Mother of my decision to leave home to travel. Completely different situation, but it is the one that jumps out in my memory right now. I remember pacing in my room back and forth most of the night. I stayed up past my limit until she woke up, I had no energy aside from giving her a big hug before taking one of the final slumbers in that home. She just thought I was acting weird...which admittedly I was. I tried pacing again last night but it was not that good of an idea, sharing a room with Christine. I woke her up twice, she kept telling me to calm down, it isn't that big of a deal. It is though, even writing about it after it has happened, it may have been a small thing for her, but for me it was huge. Today was the first time in recent memory that I was given the chance to let it all out and just be that suppressed side of me out for the world to see. Yes I have been in some inn's where I showed this side, mainly for the bath's and a trip to the bar for some chatter and a glass of wine. Those were great times and today is just a bigger version of that today. No need to worry, no shame, no hassle. This town has many people dressed formally walking about, just enjoying the company of each other and today I could add to that, and I feel I did.

I haven't been measured so intently for something in a long time as I did yesterday. Not since I grew into my body I would say, so yesterday was interesting for that as well, I bring this up because the seamstress was very nice and patient. She also was very creative and clearly put her heart into what she made, needless to say I was as excited as could be walking with Chris today, her gift to me went beyond a simple dress, it was so in my head she may have well reunited me with Clayrion or Adelle... I needed this, not to sound selfish.

We got to the seamstresses home, she was just putting the finishing touches and wouldn't let me see it. Not too long after that she brought a beautiful, hanging dress and a pair of boots to match.

Trying this on for the first time was like being in heaven. The cinch of the corset around my waist, The feeling of support and accentuation of my breasts, the strangely pleasant burn in my calf as I walked in heels in too long... I was in heaven, as I said. The seamstress suggested putting my hair up to make the look work better, she tied it in a bun and shuffled me in front of a wall mounted mirror.




Tears of happiness hit me while writing this, Just know that this took away nearly all of the regrets I had of leaving home. Christine is a great friend and promised even more for tomorrow... I have such a quiet, perfect happiness tonight about me... all thanks to meeting her and Ganak.

Anette

Diary of Decille Extra: Outside Statement

"She has barely moved since Piette passed away."
The Midwife thought to herself, looking to the woman in front of her.
"Her eyelids keep darting around while she is asleep, and she mutters to herself constantly while awake, in truth I don't think she even realises it"
she continued as she cleaned the room around her patient.
"I can't even begin to relate what she is going through right now, her husband murdered and their daughter was essentially born without a chance at life"  "Heartbreaking events to say the least... so young as well... nobody deserves this type of pain"
Her thoughts came crashing to a stop as the first clear words in what must have been days escaped from the young woman's lips.

"Anette"

"That name again?" the midwife thought to herself, remembering that name being mumbled many times in her patient's near silence.

"Miss, are you okay?" she cautiously asked, worried, yet partially relieved.

Not another word was shared, the young woman gave a glance at the midwife, her eyes filled with anything but sorrow. The level of determination in those emerald eyes was chilling to the bone. Feeling like she didn't even see the woman for who she was..

The young lady stepped out of bed and moved towards her proper clothing, folded neatly on a table on the edge of the room. She got dressed looked at the midwife, nodded and was on her way.



At first step after closing the door, she grasped the left side of her chest and looked up momentarily, before heading out from this building, ripe with new, bad memories.

Diary of Decille Entry #24

Entry #24

It is so strange what we do as women to look better for people, usually men, but sometimes just in general. Beauty is something that so many women and some men want to reach and want to keep it, some people even to unsafe levels. Pulling hairs out of their faces, shaving hairs elsewhere, perfumes and makeup created from some questionable things. Splashing themselves with over the top odor's, tormenting their hair with heating and colours, and painting their faces with makeup that most of us have no idea what it is made of.

Why do I bring this all up?

Because I love it!

The complete shift in atmosphere and feelings you deal with when going from traveling day after day in the wild, or occasionally towns full of strangers. I suppose I am in a town full of strangers right now, but it really doesn't feel like it. Being here with Chris and Ganak, in a town they are both familiar with , people who know and like them, staying with Christine's aunt... it is very nice, it feel very like home.

So much like home in fact, that Chris insisted I take the weight off of my shoulders, let my hair down...so to speak. She insisted in fact, bringing me to the seamstress in town, setting up something special...which honestly has me excited as well as worried. Then we got back to her aunt's house with big promises for tomorrow.

It feels great to have a day of fun again, simple day, nice people and so much relaxation. Ganak feels at home here too, it is great to see him so calm and happy.

Looking forward to what surprises tomorrow hold for me.

Anette

Honest to goodness fanart...

People found this blog, enjoyed it and I recently received two works of fan art from two different artists!

Dear Anette,

There are many things I want to say to you. However, it is a possibility that I will not survive this journey. It is for this reason I write this letter.

I hated you...at first. Atreiocuh's death made my soul simmer in anger, so much so that it dulled the pain. I sought revenge in everything, from vile magic, to pacts with devils and dark gods. None listened, thankfully, but it does speak to my state of mind at the time. I wanted you more than dead. So much more.

At least, until I bore my child. I cradled her still body in my arms for what must have been hours. I sang her that old lullaby mother would sing us when we were restless. The midwife must have thought me mad, but she was quite respectful regardless. Atreiocuh and I had not yet decided on a name before he passed. I thought naming her alone would be difficult. It was not as hard as I expected.

Piette; I like that name. It reminds me of the strong. Strong enough to stand when no others would.

I recall a proverb Father would say to me when we quarreled, especially in cases when I was being selfish.

“Let other before you in life, and find them behind you in battle.”

I had no idea what he meant at the time. It simply annoyed me, if I'm being honest. Only a few short months ago did I come to realize the wisdom in his words. I only wish I'd seen it sooner, and let a few more in front of me...

So now, I find myself with no hatred or anger left. Only crushing sorrow...and so many questions...

I attacked, yes, but not to kill. Did you wish me dead? Why would you allow such a monstrous curse to be laid on my beloved? Was I truly such a terrible sister? Did I earn this suffering somehow in your eyes?

But most of all, I want to know where you learned to kill. Because it was a lesson hard learned for me. Your eyes weren't of fear, or hate. They were empty, as if you were taking a step, or even a breath. When I left home, my sister did not kill on reflex. Not only does she, but now she does so well.

These questions are all that remain in this empty shell. I pray that you have the answers. I pray with all my heart. For if you do not, even death cannot protect you from me. I don't want to kill you, sister.

Please...I don't have much left...

Adelle Decille died twice at your hand, 'Nette; She only came back once.

A Family Confrontation (Adelle)

“Aside, child!”

In the wake of my voice, I become aware of the silence that has overtaken this small hovel. The sounds of scraping metal, leather stretching as we tighten our grips against the steel, and shifting earth beneath our feet are all that reach my ears. I shift the weight of my blade from my side, and place my sword arm over my shoulder. I feel a small burning sensation as the weight pulls all the way through through to my chest.

I expect her to step away, fearing the reach and power of my first swing. She surprises me by raising her own blade, and taking a light step forward. I cover my face with my off hand, and brush the strands of dark hair from it. Hesitance? And star's tears...fear? Absolute garbage! I let out a small scoff, looking down upon my sister.

At full height, she barely reaches my chest, and her frail frame has a poor chance against mine. She wears a peasant's idea of smithing; bits of scrap held together by hide padding and buckles. The sword she wields couldn't even be used to properly sharpen mine...

Yet still, those cool eyes piercing through the fiery waves draped across her head...give me pause...

“You throw your loyalty to this rabid hound? Over a Knight Decille? Over your elder sister!?”

“A Knight Decille would never abandon those they swore to protect...” Her tone is monotonous and firm. Fear...or determination? Maybe a little of both.

“You think yourself a knight, little sister? You belong tilling fields, not crossing blades!” A small laugh escapes my lips as I lunge forward, pulling my sword over my shoulder, it's intended target still unmoving, piercing eyes gazing into mine...

A family confrontation (Anette)

Her words struck deep. She knows how much that would get under my skin when we were growing up, so why would she greet me like that after thirteen years?

I barely recognize her. She has the same face under that helmet, but she is huge Adelle he has always been tall, but this is just scary. The silence is uneasy, with only slight movements making any sort of break from her gaze. My life up until this point has been about finding Adelle, and here she is raising her blade, preparing to strike me down in an instant. There is one side of me who wants to put down blades and catch up with my sister. However, the other side knows I could be killed at the first moment of approach. What can I do? Her sword is almost as big as I am, and she looks ready to use it. In fact she has just poised herself in preparation to strike.

She carries this sword, is outfitted in pristine armour, and she is glowing with class after so long. Yet no greeting to me...her sister, as she protects the life of somebody who has done wrong to this world many times. Is this what it means to be a Decille?

I raise my blade to my sister. I can't risk assuming she won't try to kill me. I simply can't make that mistake. She is now approaching, her eyes never looking away from mine. The hair over my eyes, sweat in my eyes and personal feelings don't exist at a time like this. Her expression changes from confidence to some form of confrontational as she began to speak, Her words meant a lot but not until I could afford emotion. Without assuring my voice, a monotonous return slipped from my lips.

“A Knight Decille would never abandon the person they vowed to protect”

Happy Birthday My Sweet

Anette Decille, my darling turns two today.  Two years ago today I came up with the exceptionally different, but still Anette character. Anette, my darling happy birthday.

Anette Decille Diary Entry 23

Entry #23

Mountains, I don't feel like talking about it at all. As a kid there was an accident... I am a warrior, a knight, a soldier though I am completely fine with admitting, mountain trails near a drop turn me back into the little kid who fell in the pitch black off a mountain trail and nearly died. That night made me love my mother and Adelle more than anything in the world. That is enough, I don't want to talk about it any more. Ganak helped me get passed the trail, he carried me as I was frozen in fear, I love him to death for it. He carried me, piggyback for the remainder of the trail until the three of us got into Straitview, a small mountain town. As we got into town my fear went away when seeing buildings I was calm enough to realize that my body weight will not collapse anything when there is a full town up here.

Anette Decille Scene 2 part 2

We got into the village and Ganak asked me if I was okay to walk on my own, if he wasn't so sincere, the question would have felt like the most insulting thing I have ever been asked. It would have hurt more if I knew I was ready in all honesty as well.


I look around and see a ton of buildings... a ton of people and just a lot of things in general on this mountain. Houses that people live in...sleep in and are safe in, this brings me to my senses and I tell Ganak than I am okay now. He puts me down and I thank him for the help, unable to hide the feelings running around in my head. “You're way too hard on yourself, Anette” he continued after a moment of being quiet. “Listen, believe it or not, I am the same way with water, anything bigger than a small river makes me freeze. I don't really know what happened in your past, and I don't want to pressure you into telling your story to me.” I began to open my mouth to talk, but was cut off one last time, “I am open about this sort of thing, ask if you wish, but I shall not pry for you.”

It took a moment to fully sink in what exactly was happening here, Ganak, a man of half Orc blood, a race known for being barbaric and little else was the most well mannered person I have met in my life, he genuinely cares even if we have known each other for such a short time. I thought to myself for a moment only to chime up, in a much better mood.

“I will tell you when we are not in a crowd, wherever we are staying, we can talk tonight” I said with the most genuine smile I have had in a long time. I have a good friend here and the man knows how to make me smile. “Glad to hear it” he replied with a similarly sized grin.

As we began walking we both saw Chris waving at us, preparing to yell, she called our names and we both began to up the pace before she got louder. We made it to Chris, and not noting the actions Ganak and I were a part of in the last twenty five minutes she simply smiled, turned to her left and said “Anette, welcome to our home for the next few days” with the largest smile I have ever seen her wear on her face. She approached the door, knocked on it and before I could really note the silence the door opened and Chris turned around. “Anette, this is my aunt” as she went for a hug.

Anette Decille scene 2 part 1

We approached the mountains...well perhaps just a path near mountains...whatever, I don't like it one bit. Mountains are something I do not like at all. As a kid when my father passed away, mother, Adelle and I had to scramble for our lives. I was four or five and my mother and Adelle sometimes had to carry me. One time they didn't carry me however was on a mountain road. We had been moving from sun up and it was mid day. I tripped, lost my balance and fell a good distance. I fell, I cried and was alone as mother came down and helped me. I remember I really hurt my knee and I couldn't walk for a few days until we actually got to our new home. Remembering back is doing nothing for me... we are a minute or two from the start of this trail and I am stressing my self out with something that brings back nightmares.


My knee's are beginning to tremble
My back starting to ache
My forehead is sweating bullets

“We are here” Christine said with a tone of utter glee as she skipped forward.
I couldn't help but ask Ganak “Why is she so happy?”
Ganak smiled and simply moved forward.

It is so sad...taking my first step onto this trail is worrying me so much.
“Okay 'Nette, one step and you will break this”
First step, the gravel beneath my boots shifts to avoid my weight as I breathe.
Second step, “This is all in my mind, I know this, but why is it so difficult?”
Third step, and Ganak is now looking back at me and starting to come back.
…
There was no fourth step, not immediately at least. I placed my hand over my eyes then over my mouth... I am so scared over nothing.

Ganak approached me
My eyes are pouring tears onto my cheeks

“What's wrong, Anette?”

I tried to tell him but all that would come out is raspy whispers, I tried again, barely getting the words out “I'm so scared” I have never sounded so shaky in my life...I feel so pathetic. Ganak nodded turned his back and motioned for me to piggyback.

I did so and he carried me walking forward. Fifteen minutes of this, feeling like a child we reached the gates of our destination. The mountain village of Straitview.

Sorry for the lack of updates

It has been a very emotional week, I went through the worst depressed period I have ever gone through this week.  I am working on another Narrative scene and not a Journal entry and it is about 50% done.  just a little update for anyone who drops by and reads.

Anette Decille Diary Entry 22

Entry #22

Okay, so last night went without a hitch, only action near the fire was a raccoon and her babies getting some rest and warmth. The mother raccoon didn't do anything, just rested near the heat and light of the fire. Anyway, today was interesting Never traveled through a forest for nine hours before. Fairly unnerving to be honest, walking all day surrounded by life, snakes, birds, deer, rabbits and bugbears....we had to kill about five bugbears in our way today. I did love being in combat again though, my shoulder held up perfectly.

Nothing really happened, walking and a ton of talking. Chris and Ganak asked me a ton. About Adelle they were wondering what she was like and why I look up to her so much. They wanted to know about my mother, why I left home and anything about my father.

I told them my sister was so dedicated to what she wanted to do, wanted to be like out father at any cost, how she left at sixteen, which was about twelve years ago now, I miss her so much. I look up to her because she was so dedicated as to leave at a young age, putting her body and mind at risk to train to be strong.

I told them a bit about mother, but I couldn't say too much. Bringing her up makes me feel so angry at myself, I left my own mother... Chris and Ganak both told me she has to be proud of me. They told me I was strong and that my mother has to be proud of her little girl who had no fear in a dire situation and saved the life of her friend...this brought some tears as I have Christine a hug, she helped me so much, Ganak too, these two have helped me so much in such a small amount of time.

Lastly, about my father, I told them everything I remember about my father, it hurts me so much that I can't remember much, he was killed when I was five, I just told them that he treated me like a princess and always told me that I was beautiful. The talking hurt me inside so much, but I found it was so much help after all was said and done, not to mention I got much closer with Chris and Ganak. We got out of the forest and we saw the walls of our destination for the night, or at least a rest spot. The mountains have been reached.


Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 21

Entry #21

I'm Free! I can walk around, I can wear my armour I can carry my mothers sword again! Though the orc hug was a bit painful but I am finally able to move freely. Walking was so great as silly as that is to say. We walked a ton though there wasn't much of a path for most of the day, had to traverse through a forest for a few hours, it was fun but my ankles are kind of hating me now. So great to be out and about again, even if I am repeating myself.

So here I am... Ganak is asleep and Christine is snoring away in her “not sleep”...she often swears she doesn't sleep...she does, like a rock. Regardless, I am fairly nervous about this, first night watch I have had since my shoulder was eviscerated. They gave me first watch so I won't be taking the middle of the night. Still it is a bit unnerving, but I have to get past fear Adelle and Clayrion would never respect a warrior with fear in her heart.

Unrelated note.... My hair is out of control right now. I haven't cut it in ages, letting it straight down it goes bast my backside, by quite a fair bit too. Maybe I should ask Chris to cut it back to mid back length? Hell, I love my hair, I will likely just put it in a pony tail or a bun or something until it gets impossible, I love my hair. Maybe I can braid it like Mother's hair for a little while.

Oh well, I will figure it out.

I have to stay up a bit longer, but I think I will finish this up for now.

Anette

Mega art update 2: now with more metal blades

Sorry to say, but there are no metal blades or robot masters...well, perhaps Slash man...

Anette Decille Diary Entry 20

 Entry #20

I am fairly familiar with magic...magical healing even, I grew up most of my life in a house with a holy man and his son who was being taught to be the same. Hell, I am traveling with a half elf who snores in her...not sleep. Anyway, the point I initially wanted to bring up was, no matter how many times you have been healed, either through medicinal or magical means, you are never prepared for what I just had to lay through.

The holy woman dropped by...she was not a nice person, let's be simple and to the point here. She is a cleric of Sumeis, the god of light, and she comes in here, wrenches my arm so she can help me...it hurt a lot. Then she made damned sure to make sure with Chris and I that all of the money we owed her was accounted for. Chris said yes and insisted numbers not be brought up, I have a sneaking suspicion we were duped. Well, regardless of all of that, I guess she did her job well enough, I can move my right arm again with no pain. NOW on to the ending of the thought I trailed off about...

I am familiar with magic, fairly familiar indeed. I would rather almost die in another mist of blood then EVER seeing or feeling a nasty wound heal ever again. I have been stabbed, bitten and Adelle once knocked me out cold by pushing me head first into a rock. Any of those removal's of flesh and blood feel infinitely more natural and not as unsettling as the reverse. A chunk of my arm that was missing just regrew today, I am thankful for the use of my arm back again, but I think I will be more careful from now on.

Feels great to be able to move fully again as well...feels even better to be fully clothed again.

Chris and Ganak were happy to see me feeling better and then they informed me where we were headed to at first sight of the sun. Chris was way too giddy, I am a little concerned again, but Ganak insisted it is nothing bad. Off to the mountain town of Straitview.


Anette

Mini art update

Quick little art update, and sorry for the wait on the entries, been kinda busy, I will have 2 more by sunday, worry not =D

Art update 15

We got some more art today of Anette, and a little bit of some friends as well.

Anette Decille Diary Entry 19

Entry #19


Very slow day today except two things that made me glow red, get made fun of by Chris and overall cheer me up.


First, one that cheered me up a magic healer is coming into the village tomorrow mid day. She will apparently charge for her work, but at least I will be able to move. The cleric who first touched upon this wound did just enough for me to survive, she is coming back and wants money for a better fix, got to love people don't you? Holy woman putting money over the life of a fellow person. I may be a warrior who has taken the lives of many people already but that is just absurd. Sumeis for you I guess.

Anyway, the one I will not live down for a while was a bard...actually, the same bard who froze at the declaration of my name last we met. He said word travels fast when a scarlet headed beauty needs emergency medical attention. This made me blush, sad to admit but it only got more ridiculous as he kept on going.

He wanted to tell me how upset, he was that he humiliated me and himself in the tavern.
That every night while he dreamed he kept seeing my silhouette, and how we first met was a regret. He ended it off by mentioning how glad he was that I wasn't a brunette... He was very sweet, in a strange way, but sweet none the less. After all of this my face was almost as red as my hair...or at least Chris would have me think, not sure that is possible in all honesty.

After this performance which Christine promptly asked jokingly for a cigarette. She was joking but nobody in the room was amused by this jab, oddly except the bard, actually he jotted it down...

He left without telling us...or I guess me his name, all he said was that next we meet, he hopes it is on better terms, kissed my hand and left.

Did I mention I like bards? Because I really do.


Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 18

Entry #18


I feel so useless... I am holding back Chris and Ganak in this small village until I am given the okay to start moving again and it is killing me. They just met me and now they are waiting on my injuries to heal up, they haven't complained at all but I still feel pretty bad. I am stubborn and not happy in the least, but I am not stupid though, I moved slightly today when the doctor was changing the wraps on my shoulder and it reopened the wound... I don't like this feeling. A feeling I do like though is when people I don't know saw the half orc carrying me to the doctor and checking in to see if I am okay, call me soft but their concern lights up my face like a flame.

So I can't leave here for a few days, two at the least but my arm will be in a sling for a while as long as I am not an idiot and try to use my right arm. Wish I knew a magical healer, I am not going to lie...well correction, I wish I was with one, Clayrion is somewhere.

Well, guess I will just have to grin and bear it moving forward, I can't go anywhere serious without use of my arm, hell I can't even wear my armor for a while, I guess Ganak and Chris will have to keep an eye on my safety for a little while as I am their skirt clad, one armed friend... kill me now, I need a hug...actually no, a hug could potentially kill me if unattended.

I was wrong yesterday, this injury isn't anything other than a pain.

Anette

Art update 14 the Mega update.

I have been putting it off for a few days, so today, we have a mega roundup of art of Anette, Adelle, Isabelle and perhaps even some higher powers. On a side note, somebody told me that I do so many of these updates because it is less work than the narrative. You sir or Madam are incorrect, I make sure to give everyone who draws one of these characters, from the newest of artists, to a seasoned professional the respect they deserve and the links so you can see what they do. These updates are much more work than the narrative, but still hard work coming in gets treated with hard work coming back.

Anyway, to see the art, just click the title.

Anette Decille Diary Entry 17

Entry #17

It has been like a week since they let me even hold my pen, I understand I am hurt but my left arm didn't sustain an injury. I wanted to write about the nonsense that happened as it was fresh in my mind and...well arm. I remember waking up on the way to this doctors residence, Ganak was carrying me, cradled like a sleeping child with Christine keeping pressure on my shoulder to keep the blood loss at bay. I felt only thankful for the brief moments I awoke, and I still feel nothing different. Guess it took needing help to realize it isn't such a bad thing. Glad I had these two with me, or I would surely had been judged by Decessus that morning. As for the fight...well I don't remember anything except for the wound inflicted by my own blade, it made my body go cold except on that cut... the wound with the blood immediately flowing out felt like it was on fire. Aside from that I really can't recall much, guess my actions were more instinctive than I thought if I can't even recall them.

Wow, writing in this book is very difficult with one hand. I keep having to adjust it every few words. I am just glad to be writing again, I doubt this will be the longest entry anyway. Long story short, nothing was stolen, three of the eight people who attacked us are still alive, not including Esperonza, the leader of the little band of violent misfits.

There

Also I finally have a battle scar of my own! Ganak is proud of some of his, my Father was very proud of one he obtained while saving Mother's life and now I have one down my right shoulder in my first and hopefully last, for at least a while near death experience. I almost died at the blade of my own sword, but I survived, won the fight and likely saved Chris's life, as well as my own. The doctor said it was bad so a cleric had to heal it up with some magic as normal medicine would simply not work. Regardless, arm in a sling and shoulder heavily taped up I defended my friend and myself successfully. Could be in perfect health, sure, but I can't help but smile ear to ear. Guess my frame did help out this time, nobody expected me to overpower anyone, oh well their mistake.




Anette, hopefully soon to be up and about, but Anette all the same.

What happens to Anette Decille #1

Diary entry didn't quite cut it for what happens today, so we go a little more traditional  (non edited as of now)

Read what happened an hour after Anette went to bed after her watch.

Art update 13

Working on something special for tonights update, but until then, let us see what we have in the decille folder for art shall we?

Art update 12

More art today, and boy do we have some good stuff with the sisters and even Isabelle!

Art update 11

Blogger has been a problematic site for a couple days. I am back with a massive new shipment of  fantastic art.

Isabelle Decille Diary Entry #1

I have always felt like a diary was a silly thing to have or use for most of my life, when the girls were here I always had somebody to talk to but I just have so much time now. Clayrion and the girls are gone and I left the Des Malyce's to their own home finally. I was a burden, they were very nicre hosts for so long, and are lifetime friends to this family however I felt like a nuisance. They have open doors if I ever need help however, a very good thing to know.

Where to begin however...so much bottled up since Anette left not too long ago...maybe twenty days. Seeing her walking away, knowing full well she could never come back tore me apart, I wanted to grab her and not let go. She had it in her mind that she needed to do this, and as selfish as it may be so do I...I just miss my family. Pierre, Adelle and Anette are all away from me in one way or another.

My husband struck down protecting the lives of his wife and daughters by people who wanted the fame of killing his name. He would have been happier with no other death than protecting his family but I still miss him every day when I wake up and notice I am in a bed made for one.

My oldest daughter left at sixteen to undergo training to become a knight...she was certainly more like her father than she was I. Even at sixteen she was serious about it, not afraid and she praised the name of our family and all of the good it has been a part of. Sixteen years old and she happily left for training she knew was going to be excruciating on her body and mind...all because she wanted to make her father proud. When Adelle left, her and I were not on the best of terms...she hated me for wanting her to wait until a bit older. I hope she has gotten over that as she gained maturity. Wow, what was that now? Over ten years since I have seen my daughter, I miss her so much... it tears me up inside not knowing if she is safe...alive or even still mad at me. Who am I kidding with how big she is, how strong she is, I am fairly certain she is alive, that is one thing I suppose.

Lastly Anette...dear Anette, she surprised me. My clumsy, meek, easily frightened little girl went through quite a transformation into a beautiful, tenacious and fearless woman. Clayrion was like a big brother to her, she almost idolized the boy. We have different religious beliefs than his family, but while he was being trained, Anette always wanted to learn what he was doing. When Clayrion told her everything in perfect detail she didn't get much of it...I doubt any of it, but she loved being there...I doubt he minded the company either. Oh Anette, I hope nobody tells you about your family too soon... I couldn't bear it if my little Anette found out about all of this...lesser so, I couldn't handle if people hear her name try to kill her then and there... I know I should have told her, I should have warned her or gave her the option to leave for training like Adelle did. What would that accomplish though?

She trained and trained and got stronger and stronger after Clayrion left, she was broken, she was alone. Anette got so sad, she did nothing but lay in her now one person room, crying non stop for weeks after he left. She wouldn't eat, couldn't talk, just sleep and cry. She was very sick until she somewhere decided she wanted to train up...be strong like her big sister. I really don't know how either. One day she came out of her room asked me if I could maybe sew or buy her a light tunic. She didn't want to wear her dresses or skirts anymore, for a while anyway. Around the time she gained some muscle and strength she started to grow from a girl to a woman before my eyes. She wanted to be seen as strong but couldn't help but acting on her emotions, taking care of her looks and the like. Likely due to Adelle and the way she acted when she was about to begin training, she cut her hair short...very short and hated being called anything feminine. As far as she was concerned you referred to her as Adelle or Decille, except for Anette who got a pass with 'Delle. Adelle always said she wanted to be seen as a warrior, not a woman before she left...I guess seeing her like that made some sort of impact on Anette. Though Anette would never harm her hair, she loves it, and she faintly remembers how Pierre told her it was the most beautiful shade of red.

Look at me, all of these memories pouring back into my head all of a sudden, I knew this diary was a bad idea...though some make me smile. Oh well, I tried it and I feel at least a little better.



Isabelle Decille

Anette Decille Diary Entry 16

Entry #16


It is amazing how a little company can make traveling more fun and incredibly more safe and calming. Traveling alone requires me to always be aware of my surroundings, it has nobody to talk to, leaving me to my own thoughts which is not a very good thing. I have Christine and Ganak here to keep me company, more importantly safe. In fact, I am doing just that right now. I am not used to staying up for watch duty, but at least the fire gives off some good light, and if anyone is near, this dog will let everyone hear it...really easy job I guess.

Interesting to see how open these two can be with not just each other, but me as well. Walking along a trail today, off in my own little world, Christine stopped and I bumped into her. She noticed I was lost in thought and asked me if everything was okay. I thought about it, but as I did Ganak spoke up.

“You aren't still worried about being too feminine, for a warrior are you?”

as he did, Chris slowly turned her head and looked into my eyes, then promptly flicked my forehead with her finger.

“Why are you worried about such a thing? You're beautiful!” as she began to play with my hair. “Beautiful...you're not stupid and you can match strength with this big guy!” she seemed very concerned about me, she seemed like she and I were friends for a lifetime, not just six days. For the rest of the day of travel they talked me down as best they could. Some topics that they tried to put forth were how women tend to be more instinctive, in a pinch feminine wiles can be extraordinarily useful, nobody would expect somebody so cute to be a warrior so the element of surprise and a number of others... guess which one was suggested by Chris...

All day the two tried to help me and it did sink in how much of help it could be if anything. Though I did come out of today with an inflated ego about my looks...oh well, risk of the job I suppose.

Chris is waking up, I should finish up here, I need some sleep too. Elves don't sleep, but the human half of her sure can snore haha

Anette

Art update 10

As always seems to be lately, we have more art of the lovely ladies, including a cameo!
I would also like to say that Saturday will have two very different written updates, so anyone getting sick of the art, there will be plenty of story coming very shortly.  As always though, click to see the wonderful works I have received on this fine day.

Anette Decille Diary Entry 15

Entry #15

Christine loves to vanish without telling people. Ganak said she does that to find help or friends or supplies, but mainly because she can never stay still. He said a few times that her parents always told her to keep on the move while she is on her adventure. Half Elves were very looked down upon in her home and Chris's parents really wanted her to be safe. I couldn't help but ask Ganak why they would let her go on the adventure in the first place if they wanted her to be safe, he happily answered “Her mother and father met and married during travels like this” Since I was with somebody I strangely trusted, kind of let the girl in me out at how romantic that was, before Ganak promptly and unexpectedly agreed. Adding “I think she expects that it is the only way she can find love” it struck me and I really had to hold my tongue about the relationship between the two of them. They seem to care about each other a lot, but it is not my place to ask something so personal after less than a day knowing Ganak.

“She disliked me at first because I wasn't what she expected, she assumed all orcs, full or half alike would be powerhouse barbarians who attack with no reason. She saw how I talked and thought me as something I was not, explained to her a few things and now she treats me like family”

He said this and I was struck, this man and Chris could not be more different, yet oddly similar. Christine was always moving, yet Ganak seems calm. She acts first while he seems to be thinking about options. I could go on all day, or night at this point but let me get to the point. For how different they are in the way they act...they are both members of races that are often despised, often killed for no reason, and they're both extremely open about themselves. I have a feeling if these two aren't romantically linked yet, they will be. They have been both, so open with me...a stranger, I can only assume how close these two really are. I am going to drift into the overly feminine part of me again, but I used to dream of meeting a man who I could have a relationship like that with. Chris is a lucky girl and Ganak a lucky man.

Actually he helped me with that a bit as well, he listened to what was on my mind, was very patient as Chris was out in the morning before we started moving for the day. I kept dismissing his questions about me, but he is so...damned trusting, so trustworthy as well. Ganak got it out of me, I let loose told him that I hated how womanly I was, how I have to be a soldier or what I am doing would fail and I would let my father down. Tears came out of my eyes, I felt so low. Well I did for a moment, I did until this vibrated through the room we were in.

“But you are a woman, Anette, a very strong one. You have worked so hard, come so far and you are you... you can only get better at what you want to if you aren't distracted by what others think of you and there is no way you could possibly not make your father proud. I bet he watching you from somewhere, very proud of how strong and beautiful his youngest daughter has become as long as she doesn't give up.”

Never thought in my life I would cry and be consoled by a man I had just met but Ganak is just somebody special. He is already such a friend in under one day.

Christine is a very, very lucky girl.


Anette

Art update 9

I recieved some more art in the middle of writing a chapter! a very nice interruption I will say. I do expect a bit more during the day, so let's see how this goes.

Art update 8

As it seems to be lately, I do have some more art today of Anette, and perhaps a guest or two?

Anette Decille Art update 7

More Art

Anette Decille Diary Entry 14

Entry #14

Anette Decille Art update 6

We have a fair bit to cover today when it comes to One Anette Decille (Middle name pending)

Click to see.

Anette Decille Diary Entry 13

Entry #13


Wow... this is just middle of the night, I am not really one to have nightmares, but this one had happened a few times before. Can you really call something a nightmare if it has happened already? I mean I do keep living through Father's last day with the living. He died like he would have wanted to, but that doesn't stop it from tearing me apart every now and then. A person can be as strong as anything on the outside, but when it comes to that one subject...that one memory. I turn into a little girl again, even though I have my Mother's sword here next to me, even if I have full plate protecting me and even if I spent the last five years building my strength and fighting ability.

I can overpower a man twice my size, I can and have defended myself against bears in the past with minimal effort, still there are those moments in my life where I burst into tears and I just wish I could hug my father. He would be proud of how strong I have become, but he would insist I never let this get to me but I just can't help it some times. Losing a loved one is painful for everyone. I guess it is just that much harder for the frail little girl who had to run away from home and Father just to remain alive. He saved the lives of my mother, Adelle and I at the price of his own life... wish I made sense but I do wish I could have helped him. I think I am going to go back to sleep, hopefully I get a good dream this time.


Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 12

Entry #12



Today has been an interesting day to say the least. Let me start off with the simplest and most important matter at hand, my new Armour will be finished tomorrow by mid day, I am so excited. I am quite happy to be in this city, and more than happy to be wearing clothes that don't weigh me down, but I really should be leaving. I will miss the nightly wine and the vanity however...I love that mirror. Hell, this entire building has been nothing but a treat for a traveler, regardless of how long I have been off on my own. The room is beautiful, the food and drinks offered in the tavern are superb and the baths, while I am not the biggest fan of bathing in front of other women, are such a relaxing treat for a body wracked with straining muscles. Will say though, not like my opinion of myself needs to be raised at all, but compliments from other women in such a place are strangely uplifting. There I go again...this has been a wonderful break, but as soon as the scale weighs on my shoulders I have to go back to being a soldier, which leads into what else happened today.


Christine came back today, and we talked again, really about anything, while walking around the damp city roads. I guess it is good for me...to have another woman to talk to, my Mother and I didn't really have much time to talk in the last few years and while Clayrion was there he treated me more like a little sister than anything. Which of course makes sense, I was fifteen when he left, what really did I have to discuss with a cleric in training? Christine initially thought that I may have romantic feelings for him, but I couldn't he is my big brother regardless of the differences in our blood. Once I explained to her how I really felt about him she understood I think. She just told me that my eyes and face light up when talking about him, I had no idea. After talking for a few hours she also said something that hit close to home, I guess I sounded very down or pessimistic about the subject while talking about it, but I remember her cutting me off. “You can be both a warrior and a woman Anette!” She said it loudly in the middle of a road, the looks she got haha. Though I don't know what she said was true.

Maybe for somebody like her it is, she is a traveler like me, but not alone and not somebody wearing so much to protect herself. She wears a cute tunic not full plate...soon to be scale. She also doesn't hold a giant sword. Perhaps I am giving up too early, or maybe I am thinking too much about what others think of me? The week I have been in this city, out of armour I have received a lot of attention from men...hell tonight I even had a bard try to serenade me. I say tried because once he asked for the name of “the lovely maiden with the fiery hair” and learned it was Anette he couldn't compose a song to save his life.

Too bad, he was kinda cute too, especially when trying to rhyme something with Anette...does that make me a bad person? I mean Chris was laughing out loud, at least I waited until he left ear shot. Ah well, there will be other bards in the world, something about them strike me as so adorable. Anyway, Christine said she will be here tomorrow and after I get my scale she would like to take me to meet her friend she is traveling with. She says he would like me, that honestly scared me a little bit, I must say. Only knowing her for a few days, I trust her a lot more than I normally trust people. Maybe her short hair reminds me of Adelle or something. Well, a much smaller Adelle, but the resemblance is there in some ways. It is time for bed now, I have a huge day ahead of me tomorrow.



Anette

Anette Decille Art update 5

So...an old friend of mine David/Hanogan/ForsakenSwordsman saw my posts about Anette on facebook. Being an extraordinarily awesome person he offered to give his take on Anette and look at the results. Not only is this one of the only two non Chibi images of her, it is the first that gives off any sort of aura of intimidation.  Quite simply put... I am in friggin' heaven with this one, Thank you my friend, thank you an immense amount of times.    Hanogan can be found on Deviant art Here with a gallery very vast and incredibly varied. Do not hesitate to drop by and take a look.

Anette is looking gorgeous and terrifying.

Anette Decille Art update 4

Tiny Chibi...good god Tiny Chibi, how I thank thee for this amazing take on Anette.  A more Chibi version of the Anette Design first made by Teleghost, with some tweaks of her own thrown in.  The Deep blue eyes, the hair band and the armour covering her left leg are just about half of the touches I am absolutely in love with in this picture.  Tini Chibi can be found on her Gaia Online shop Here , She does these fairly quickly and at a very good price.   Chibi, my friend, once you feel better I would be honoured to see your take on Adelle.

Anette Decille Art update 3

The Crows are laughing comes back with more Decille goodness only this time in her native style. A friggin' adorable Chibi version of a petite spitfire! This has been Drawn by The Crows are Laughing of Gaia online. She works very quickly and if you like this style, by all means drop by her art shop thread.

Adelle Decille art update

The First ever picture of Adelle Decille! Anette's sister is a lot more, no nonsense and I think this captures that very well.  Courtesy once again of Oku37 who's commissions can be found Here and On Gaia online as well.  She works quick, for good prices and very cute art.

Anette Decille Diary Entry 11

Entry #11



Maybe I am too sentimental to be a warrior? I mean, all of a sudden this morning, while I was out and about the city the heavens tore open with a loud crack of thunder and the rain started falling. It started fast and hasn't calmed down yet, I really hope there is no flooding at all. Back to my point though, That first crack of thunder this afternoon reminded me of when I was a kid and how Adelle protected me and cheered me up when I was scared. I mainly remember, as a little girl, the first time I remember hearing the sound and feeling the vibration of the thunder in the air. I remember having tears rolling down my cheeks, I was shaking and very scared and Adelle did her best to make sure I was okay. Looking back she was goofy about it at times, but she always made me feel better. I guess your big sister can manage with such silliness if it is for the end goal of cheering you up. Though I don't doubt for a second that once she hit puberty she could keep that promise of shutting the sky up. My sister is a very tall woman...wish I got some of her height.


Well, I got the better hair... that is a fair trade, right?


I love my hair, but that doesn't really make a warrior.


What makes me a warrior is the giant sword I use to strike my enemies down.


What makes me scary is that I am also a fairly small woman who holds that giant sword.


Just putting my thoughts onto paper.


Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 10

Entry #10



Today I went to get the base for the scale mail and bring it to the blacksmith. First thing I noticed was just how good this woman was at her job, very good fit. I have never been the biggest fan of leather but this is beautifully done. This is the first time I have wore something tight on my upper body... and...well, how do I say this?... It is very comfortable around the chest... Anyway, there is a second layer of leather where the scales will be placed. I took the base across the market to the blacksmith and now I will be waiting for a few more days, he even surprised me with the chance to choose the color of the scales. Not too bad of a situation, I like it here, in fact I love it here even in such a short time.

In any town there are people who are...unsavory to say the least, however aside from when I first entered this place and people were looking at me while I was in my full suit of Armour and a few men in the tavern during a few nights, even if some of them did look good... The bartender and especially his wife have been nothing but hospitable to a new woman in their home and business. There are some people in the tavern area every night and seem nice and the business's all over are fantastic... Again, I think I have written this before, but I really would like to come back here again.

One of those such frequents in the tavern at nights actually walked up to me today as well. I went down to get my glass of red wine but she caught me before I could. She introduced herself to me out of nowhere. Her name is Chris and she seems to be at least half elf, she is quite beautiful as well...is that an odd thing to say as a woman to another? She was insistent she buy me my glass of red wine if she could talk to me for a bit. I felt a little uncomfortable about all this, but she turned out to just being friendly, seems we both only like men despite my heart skipping a beat or two tonight. She told me how bizarre it was for a tiny thing like me to walk in here every night, wearing fairly feminine clothing holding a monster of a sword.

I was called tiny by a woman who is half elf... that just donned on me.

Anyway, she noticed me in the nights I have been here, Chris was curious about what I was doing, carrying this sword, what I was doing out of the armour I was in the first night I was here and essentially she was interested in my story, a sentiment I shouldn't find so bizarre, but I really do. Anyway, I told her about myself, and she told her story to me. I told her about my Father's life and death, I told her about how my Mother, Adelle and I barely made it out alive and how we came to live with the Des Malyce's and the eventual darkness I found when Adelle and Clayrion left, as well as how I got out of it. I did notice one thing that has happened before and again tonight... when I mentioned my full name she reacted to it oddly. Wouldn't be anything if this wasn't the first time...

I could mention Christine and what she brought up, but all I truly remember is that she is traveling with a close friend she met while away from home. Also that she has a kid sister at home with her parents... I would mention more but I had a bit more wine than I am used to.

And with that I am really going to go to bed now, Talking with her for so long had me up until the middle of the night... again, nice girl though. I should lessen the wine intake however.


Anette

More art of Anette!

I have received a new drawing of Anette Decille. While I am sure some may not like the sketchiness of the picture, or the overall technique in it, I really enjoy the simple, sketch style with the Deep colours. Always have and most likely always will. Her hair may not be perfect, but I don't see any of my attempts to capture her likeness on paper on this blog.

This has been Drawn by The Crows are Laughing of Gaia online. She works very quickly and if you like this style, by all means drop by her art shop thread.

I picture this is how she saw eye to eye with Vli

Anette Decille Diary Entry 9

Entry #9


It is funny, you notice a lot of things when you have nothing to do other than wait.

You notice your possessions losing some luster.

You notice the bags under your eyes growing in intensity.

You notice the looks you receive from men, women and children.

You notice the familiar faces you have seen downstairs in the inn, day after day.

You notice how painful cleaning out wounds is and the conflict it brings to the relaxing hot bath water treating the muscles.

You notice the less innocent looks you receive before bed, while you order your wine in a full tavern area.

You notice the moon's strength and come to the conclusion the day has been familiar...Much like while I was a child, my day was a transition, waiting for my next step toward finding my family.


You notice just how lonely you can be at a time like this.


Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 8

Entry #8


Something tells me that looking around the city for something to do would have been a lot easier if I wasn't carrying the great sword. Hell, would have been better if I was in my Armour, because then at least I would look like somebody who would be needing a sword. Perhaps not.. I am tiny even in a layer of metal.

Anyway today was the first time I have been fitted for something in a long time. First time for something other than a dress as well...it was different. A little funny that a warrior's little girl such as myself...the closest thing I have done as of late that is any sort of feminine is take a long bath...and be fitted for hopefully life saving armour. The seamstress was very nice though, curious about how a pale, red headed, petite and seemingly delicate girl could be traveling in the sense I am. Truth be told, I really don't even know... something lit inside of me when everyone else left. Seems I followed in Father's footsteps in some regard, even at the dismay of my Mother.

Actually, I do wonder if this is really would have made Father proud?
Perhaps, but much like Mother I bet he would be stricken with worry.
I miss him so much...
I can go back home and see Mother, but sadly there is only one way to see him again...

Well, everything happens for some reason or another. Adelle and Clayrion left to better themselves, and I guess so did I in some sense. I hope to find them both, I just hope they don't mind when I do meet up with them again. It has been so long since I have seen Clayrion, but Adelle...that was over ten years ago... would we even recognize each other? I bet we would...hard to forget the face of the person you spent your entire childhood with, not to mention those eyes would freeze me in place...she has a very intimidating stare...once scared away a dog just by glaring at it!

Wow, I am laughing with tears running down my cheeks...
I miss when we were kids and all together, but no use dwelling on the past.


Seems I write so much more when I don't have to worry about my surroundings...the lighting likely helps too. Well, two days for the backing, then a few days after for the scales. I like it here a lot, so I really don't mind if they take their time.

Anyway, goodnight world.


Anette

Anette Decille Art update.

A new picture of Anette has been created!  Courtesy of Oku37 who's commissions can be found Here and On Gaia online as well.  She works quick, for good prices and very cute art.

Anette Decille Diary Entry 7

Entry #7


What was I thinking last night? This isn't a town, this is a city, pretty big one at that. Well, I was clearly out of it by the time I went to bed... I slept with a greave on...my foot hurts this morning. And if I only had a glass of wine, why is there a nearly empty bottle on the table in this room? Well, I guess it could be worse, last time I got drunk I wound up needing Mr. Des Malyce to help me out of a well. I do hope to the deciders that Clayrion never reads that particular line, I would never hear the end about it... I just love the taste of wine. Not my fault I am petite.

I guess I will write more in here right now, can't honestly say I feel too great this morning, I don't plan on going out until this headache dulls. I guess I should cherish this day for what it is, a break from traveling and a chance to relax in clothing that doesn't weigh me down, as if I were pregnant. Have to say, I have missed skirts. The Armour I wear now is simply out of the question for longer than absolutely necessary, I will look around the city while I am here, hopefully I can find a blacksmith...or a tailor or a seamstress or...who deals with making scale Armour exactly? All I really know about it is that it is lighter that full plate and I can move a lot easier in it...though I do like the imposing figure I pose while covered in a layer of metal. Would I need to be fitted for scale or would it not matter? I wonder.

One final thing before I stop, This inn is very nice. I haven't really traveled much in my life but I have never been in a room with a vanity...feels a bit like home actually. Well, like home only without my Mother, do I ever miss her. Anyway, that is more than enough for today, I think I will see if they serve anything for breakfast down stairs.


Anette


Nevermind, I have more, I should write this down now while it is fresh in my mind. There is a woman in this city who will take my measurements for the base of the scale Armour for a pretty good price. As well as a blacksmith who is willing to put the scales onto it for a decent price as well. I have more than what I need on me, and if I sell this plate, it will be close to even. It will take them a few days however, so I guess I am staying in this horrible inn with the gorgeous vanity...poor Anette.

Pretty good day, I will have new Armour and rid myself of this clunky mess with the total loss of a single gold piece or so. Made even better by this nice inn. Nidne's descendants seem to finally be smiling upon the Decille family, in some regard.

Now for real this time, Good night.


Anette    

Anette Decille Diary Entry 6

Entry #6


Few hours later, got to town, not sure why but people stared a hole into me...do I look that awful with no sleep?

Anyway, I am in my room, after paying for it, getting a bit of food and a glass of wine.

Bed time now.


Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 5

Entry #5



I hate owls...

I couldn't sleep until what had to be an hour before sun rise.

At least there is a town in sight...I need a bed, sleep.

Wrote this because it makes me want to die to think I have to put this armor on again...

…

I need to kill all owl's.


Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 4

Entry #4


I really don't think I have the frame for plate armor. I mean, I have the muscle and overall strength to support it, however with the lack of mobility it brings forth, the fact it is so complicated to put on and take off and fifty or so pounds of armor and a thirty pound sword is way more weight than a little woman should be carrying around. Perhaps scale? Or maybe leather armor until I can get the money for something elaborate. All I know is that this armor, I am safe, and I thank my Mother and Clayrion's parents for the concern...but I may have to sell it for something lighter. I have just never been so tired in my life, from walking or even getting undressed at night. Next town I find I need to consider this all.


Speaking of night, it is the middle of the night now, full moon in the sky...I am awake because of the foulest of creatures...

I hate Owls.



Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 3

Entry #3

It has been a very long day.

I must have walked ten miles today...

okay maybe five.

Felt like ten with the plate, the sword and all of my equipment.

On my way out of the town this morning I saw a bunch of kids pretending to have a fight with toy swords. While Kids preparing for fighting in any way is a bit of a tricky issue, it just brought memories of Adelle and I when we were young. Mother asking us to stop while Father gave us lessons to better our stance with wooden swords.

Such a good memory on something so silly, still brings a tear to my eye.

I miss Adelle, and I wonder where she is, and how she is doing every day, and I obviously miss Father. He died protecting his wife and daughters, while I know he would have it no other way it still stands... I miss him.

Anyway, I am running out of light, I should start a fire and try to sleep, there is something so unnerving about sleeping alone and outside, but I have no choice sadly.


Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 2

Entry #2

I have decided to stay in town another night, people can call me weak if they like but I am just not used to carrying so much extra weight in the form of Armour and my mothers sword. Perhaps my mother was right? Am I not ready for this? I can handle myself physically but what about loneliness, homesickness or simple too much time thinking to myself?

No...I am ready for this, I have to be, Clayrion may not be depending on me, but I feel as if I must do this. Plus, even 4 days into this and I have already met some nice people... also I have never been so happy for something as simple as a soft bed and a hot bath.

I will continue on as an optimist, with my Mother's blade in hand to remind me what I have if I ever feel lost.

That pillow looks so inviting, and on that thought, good night.

Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 1

Well...hello...

My name is Claire, I barely knew Anette, however the 2 days I did she seemed nice, and she left her diary for me to read if she were to die. As much as it does feel odd reading through another woman's diary, she really seemed to want somebody to read it.

Anette had a bunch of pages on her person when we found her body, right where she said they would be, though it was still a very somber task. Anyway, let me get into this.



Entry #1

Not sure what to write in here...I have never had a diary before. Guess I thought writing would be a lot better than the talking to myself I have fallen into. I never imagined how difficult it would be on my own...I mean even three days seems forever since I can't go home to see my mother. Living is fine and I am more than capable, but I miss my mother.

I never knew what the bordering town was like though, it is nice though very hectic compared to home. I found a woman who was selling this journal and I couldn't resist. Anyway, before I finish up here, it feels absolutely fantastic to not be in Armour and sleeping in a bed again.

Anette.

The beginning of a new project.

This Blog will be dedicated to the diary entries of Anette Decille, I will try to post a few per week to keep myself from getting rusty on writing, plus, there is a ton of stories I can tell based on my favourite fictional, DnD Redheaded spitfire. Anyway, this is just an intro post as for what this is for. I hope people enjoy this.