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Nov. 15th, 2013 06:59 pmEblar is really something else, right now ....
All the time I've been here, I've never seen it so subdued. I mean, of course it's going to be. The Princess is dead. There have been big services at the Grand Cathedral every night since we got here, and I'm sure for the weeks before we got here. Ema and I went to a lot of them, it's ... well, we just felt like we should. I feel bad that the first time Ema gets to see Eblar is when people are hanging flowers on their doors for Seraphine and leaving candles at the altar burning all day and night, but she was the one who wanted to come. Insisted on it, even.
We're going to try and get near the Cathedral for the service. We can't get in, I mean, they're not going to let a couple of tourists into the chapel, not unless we paid hundreds of gold for the privilege. And probably not even then. But there's the funeral procession, and there's going to be a service tonight, and we both want to be there for that.
Sometimes I think, you know, she wrote to me once, on the journals. I didn't even know who she was at first. There's so many people I don't realize, oh, they're -- they're nobles, or even royal. We had a whole nice conversation, she was sweet. I guess that just shows -- she was that sort of person, wasn't she? Didn't even think about it when she wrote to some peasant actor talking about his day.
And now she's gone. After all these years, she's gone.
All the time I've been here, I've never seen it so subdued. I mean, of course it's going to be. The Princess is dead. There have been big services at the Grand Cathedral every night since we got here, and I'm sure for the weeks before we got here. Ema and I went to a lot of them, it's ... well, we just felt like we should. I feel bad that the first time Ema gets to see Eblar is when people are hanging flowers on their doors for Seraphine and leaving candles at the altar burning all day and night, but she was the one who wanted to come. Insisted on it, even.
We're going to try and get near the Cathedral for the service. We can't get in, I mean, they're not going to let a couple of tourists into the chapel, not unless we paid hundreds of gold for the privilege. And probably not even then. But there's the funeral procession, and there's going to be a service tonight, and we both want to be there for that.
Sometimes I think, you know, she wrote to me once, on the journals. I didn't even know who she was at first. There's so many people I don't realize, oh, they're -- they're nobles, or even royal. We had a whole nice conversation, she was sweet. I guess that just shows -- she was that sort of person, wasn't she? Didn't even think about it when she wrote to some peasant actor talking about his day.
And now she's gone. After all these years, she's gone.
