shygirl_liza

Mama and Papa and Charity have returned to England. Papa didn't think the island was a safe place for our family anymore, I suppose. He didn't really say why he wanted to leave the island. I asked to stay, however. Aunt Lizzy and Uncle Robert were going to stay, and they agreed to let me live with them. So now I live with them, and I work at the map shop. It's nothing special, I just run errands and do whatever Missus Nash tells me to. I do like it, though. It gives me a feeling of independence, but don't worry, I'm not about to become one of those women who forget that their place is in the home. This is just a way of making sure that I'm not too much of a burden for Aunt Lizzy and Uncle Robert.

Oh, I almost forgot! We got a kitten! He's a sweet little thing, a cute grey kitten only a few months old. I suppose he'll be a mouser when he gets older, but for now he's my kitty to cuddle and play with. His name is Baby Jesus; I thought Charity would like that when she gets my letter telling her all about him. He's so cute when he plays, with either a bit of string or one of Uncle Robert's wigs. Uncle Robert gets angry when Baby Jesus plays with his wigs, but I think it's adorable.

I haven't been out around town lately. I think I'll start going to the market and the inn more often. There are so many new people!

What an incredibly strange dream. Aunt Lizzy was going to get married to... oh, some man whose name I can't recall, but he had a horse and was in the military, I think? We didn't live on an island, it was some strange dusty place.

And what's a cowboy? I seem to recall being terrified of it, whatever it is.

LEAVE MY DIARY ALONE, CHARITY!!! It was awfully mean of you to take it without asking and start attacking my spelling and grammatical errors, and it was especially mean of you to read Aunt Lizzy's private letters! I'm going to tell Papa on you, and I refuse to share a room with you anymore until you say you're sorry!

Isn't it snowing yet?

And I really don't see what you have against Mister Frederick, Charity. He was quite a gentleman, and it was rude of you to refuse his kind offer.

This is going to be ooc, since I've kept my roleplaying obsession a secret from my RL friends and can't post it in my LJ. So I'll stick it here.

My one-year anniversary (did I spell that right?) on Shiver has come and gone, and I completely forgot! Oh well. Happy one-year anniversary to me! And I've managed to resist the temptation of getting another character, too. Yay!

And there's a new Grimme mother. She just kind of appeared. And she talks to sailors. Man, poor Liza. Now she has no reason NOT to talk to the sailors.

Oh dear, this ball was so lovely until the Spaniards showed up! I knew something would go wrong; something always goes wrong, but it was so nice this time that I thought it would be all right.

Now we're all locked in the powder room, and we're going to try and escape. The Spaniards have guns, and we have: a few pistols, a statuette, books, jacks, and shards of glass. Well, here goes nothing.

Is it bad that I miss the Italians and how nothing ever went wrong at Governor Jacardy's balls?

There's a carnival in town! I went yesterday just thinking to have a look around, but I found Aunt Lizzy and we decided to go into the menagerie. The man in charge didn't make us pay any money at all, except that he wanted us to wink at him! Can you believe that? Aunt Lizzy said that I was too young to be winking at men, so we smiled real pretty at him instead and he let us in. The menagerie was very nice, I suppose. Except for when the mermaid's tail fell off! We laughed so hard, my sides hurt.

Nothing overly strange has happened in a while. Yes, the carnival came to town, but carnival people are supposed to be strange... right? And I meant nothing strange as in what we've come to think of as strange. Fairies, ghosts, Italians, the devil, that sort of thing. I'm starting to get suspicious, and a little worried...

There are only three days until Christmas! I like Christmas a lot. It's probably my favorite holiday, even more than Easter because it's got baby Jesus and not poor crucified Jesus.

My aunt arrived today. She seems like a very nice person. And apparently I'm named after her! I do wish she weren't staying in my room, though, because now I have to stay with Charity. I'll never find room for my books and quills and ink and things, not with all her ribbons everywhere! Oh well, I suppose it could be worse.

I believe I'll go see if I can move enough ribbons to put my books awa- I mean, I believe I'll go see if Aunt Lizzy needs any help unpacking her things.

The ball was really rather enjoyable, in that nothing odd happened. What a world, when we've all come to expect supernatural things to happen at every turn! Except for Charity drinking the pink-juice-with-rum and two men dueling for the hand of a very pretty girl, it was quite pleasant.

That man from the Leda still hasn't apologized for calling Charity the epitome of stupid. Ugh! I've come to the conclusion that all sailors, except for a select few like Mister Lawrence, are entirely without manners. Especially when it comes to speaking to ladies.

And apparently somebody's going to be hung, but nobody told me who. Perhaps it's the pirate lady.

Yesterday was very strange, from what I hear. Fairy queen wanted to sacrifice Cat. Fairy man captured lots of black birds in a bottle and vanished. Mister Trueblood sacrificed himself to a talking fire to save Charity from being its sacrifice. Church poofed back to its proper place. Very disappointed; the view was spectacular from where the church had been moved to.
I can't wait until my weekly meeting on the beach with Lucien- er, Mister Lucien. Mister Crabtree? Am still very confused as to what I should call him. Anyway, these recent events call for some serious discussion. No, I don't fancy him! I don't think I do, anyway. He's a lovely person to be around, and the first person of my age that I can actually have a serious, in-depth conversation with.