Leanne and I are planning on kidnapping your brother's double presently, Anne. Would you care to join us?

Well. That was... interesting. I wonder if "computers" function on the same magic as these journals?

Where am I, and why does everyone think I'm their king? Not that I'm objecting, mind you, but last I remember, I was not king of the freaky bird people.

It seems I am also being followed by the bird people equivalents of Dumb and Dumber, plus an irritating child sidekick.

At least I can still access this stupid blog, somehow.

((I don't actually know what to make Naesala. A generic busiessman, I suppose. Or I can stick him in the CIA))

My dear ladies, I thought the three of us might spend the evening together. Objections?

Hm, I hope everyone had an enjoyable Yule?

( For Aesa )

( For Anne )

( For Leanne )

( For Reyson )

( For Lillia )

( For Nealuchi )

( For Ulku (and M-Unit) )

((I know, I know, I'm late. Sorry. Blame any forgetfulness on my family?))

((Er, er, hi. Mun here. When was their anniversary going to be? Because I have no ideas at the moment, and I have a lot to do with college apps, among other things, and... yeah. Halp.))

Well, so much for irony. Though I am quite happy to have my wings back, as I see every other bird laguz has said. Sometimes, I really pity you beorc.

It seems the dark god has made me a bishop. Obviously he has an excellent sense of irony.

It would appear that, when I mentioned the recent lack of chaos, I was speaking too soon. Damn.

Are you two ready for the, ah, trip?

So, have we resolved this?

That was...awkward. Not nearly as bad as it could have been, at least on my part, but still... awkward.

[Filter: Leanne]
Are you all right?

[Filter: Aesa]
I hope I didn't traumatize you overmuch, Aesa.

Argh, again with the breasts? Once was bad enough (though at least I'm not bleeding this time...)! Come on, dark god, can't you do something new?

Aesa, I think I'm going to have to borrow your wardrobe for the forseeable future.

*assorted crashes and girly screeching*

I really think I'd rather not know what's going on with the lackeys...

*cough* Aesa, may I...speak to you for a bit?

I'm itchy all over. I guess this means molting finally caught up to me. I don't think this heat wave we seem to be having ishelping anything, either.

Apparently a good half of the Kilvan army has hit molt before me, because there are loose feathers absolutely everywhere. Not to mention feather-sheath dust. Were your people this messy, Aesa? Can you teach them proper hygiene?

[Fausto's handwriting]

Hi, guys! After all the chaos and stuff, I was kinda curious, so I "borrowed" the king's journal thingy while he wasn't looking. So, what's up?

I hope he doesn't come looking for this thing too soon...

EDIT:
[Naesala]
Ahem, now that I have this back, I would request that you not poke through my things when I am otherwise occupied, Fausto. Or at least be more subtle about it.

Enough mystery. What do you need to tell me?

[In unfamiliar handwriting]
This is one of those magic journals the king and queen used way back when, isn't it? Er, hello everyone, if you can see this. I'm Fausto, a soldier of Kilvas. Do any of you know what's going on? I picked this up in King Naesala'a room today after he had a tantrum... which is the problem. Yesterday, he was my king and commander, but today he appears to be a downy fledgeling. Since when is he younger than me? And when did Bran and Korbin age a few decades more than they should?

[Voice]
Bran: You never listen to a thing I say! No one listens!
Korbin: I might if you had something worthwhile to say, you windbag. Why the crap did I marry you, anyhow?
Bran: How should I know?

Er... anyway, is it too much to hope that Nealuchi is around somewhere? The king--or is it prince now?--keeps tugging on my sleeve, asking where he is. Help?

((Eheh, yeah, hi, my computer decided it didn't like me again, and I had a paper to write, so I've been a bit behind.))

Why did I even bother?




The parts about Aesa and Shinon were correct, at least.