Paper, Pen And A Piece Of My Heart.

 And so it's come and gone. Joie, music, lamplight, a crescendo of music and people talking, the crush of bodies in the ballroom. The incident with the aragonian and the Dowayne Bryony. I took my leave just after the sun prince and winter queen were revealed. I've had my fill for the night. Back to the house and back to the little ones who are too young to go and to serve joie this night. That and my head swirls with too much of the stuff. at least 5 or 6 flutes, that I can remember. I am amazed that even my quill manages to write straight.

My dress is hung up, my masque hangs on the corner of my bed and the children are all arranged before the fireplace in the room here, blankets and pillows abounding as they sleep. Elua only knows this room is big enough. Amaelie is on my bed. I'll take the couch to sleep this night. I err'd again this night. I directed the aragonian to the dowyane. I do not think gautier is pleased with me and I am sure that I am in store for another visit from him and questions as to why I did it. Joie and the naiviete that the event would go smoothly like it has in years past I suppose. Caught up in the revelry of the moment.

I didn't see marcello, nor the the Comte Tristian. A token gone to waste maybe. I keep thinking back though, to the dove and her finch, of pretending to run her over. I enjoyed that. I enjoyed what little of this night I had.