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Here we are on the 57th day since Anadrasata left home on her journey to visit her closest living relatives, aside from her immediate family.  Given that they live in a foreign country, and that she passed through another foreign country to get there, I'm sure that she would have considered it the trip of a lifetime, even if other life changing events and realisations hadn't happened on her way.

This piece runs to 3,257 words and I hope that you enjoy it.

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                                                                                  Hakkarsday, 7 Deichen, 1893 C.E.
                                                                                   Khemaas, 25 Sajibu, 2157 T.M.L.
                                                             5 Ueuekayomatilistli, 12 Coatl, 6.11.2.1.8.3.13

Dear Journal,

When Nais brought me my hot water this morning, she told me that the household had started preparing the guest bedrooms for the family members coming to our engagement dinner at first light this morning. Cousin Nhaidha and her family are expected mid-afternoon today. I dressed in a walking dress and went downstairs for breakfast and to offer myself up as an extra pair of hands, once I return from our visit to the Pearlish Lines office.

Here we are on Day 56 of Anadrasata's travels, and we have both developments and decision making.

When you get to it,  Pairhoclais is said Pai-rho-clais.  I can totally see the possibility for the syllables to be completely different.

This piece runs to 2,100 words and I hope that you enjoy it.

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                                                                                      Rhoinday, 6 Deichen, 1893 C.E.
                                                                                        Sulese, 24 Sajibu, 2157 T.M.L.
                                                             4 Ueuekayomatilistli, 11 Coatl, 6.11.2.1.8.3.12

Dear Journal,

I woke to more scudding rain this morning, and as there is a definite chance that Lord Elnaith will call today, I had Nais help me into a visiting dress for the day. That being done, we went downstairs for our breakfasts - mine with the family and hers with the other servants.

I thought that with the thrilling events in Anadrasata's personal life it would be interesting to see how things played out back at home in Umbrial.  Because he is her guardian until she turns twenty-five, she does need her brother's permission to get married before her birthday - there is an obvious way around this but having that permission does make everything easier.

This piece runs to 4,260 words and I hope that you enjoy it.  (I have no idea how it got that long!)

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Umbrial
Onnaday, 3 Deichen, 1893 C.E.

Tallaig Nearabhaign had not been expecting a telegraph from Tlemutsiko just yet, he had not been expecting two, and he had not been expecting any on this subject. He was expecting to hear shortly that his middle sister, Anadrasata Nearabhigan, was beginning her journey home. That notification would sensibly be sent by telegraph because there was no guarantee that a letter would travel the width of the Circle Sea any faster than his sister could make the journey herself. He had not expected to be warned to expect a request for permission to marry his sister and ward.

Anadrasata's message was very much to the point:

AM IN EXPECTATION OF RECEIVING A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL STOP THE GENTLEMAN IS LORD ELNAITH BH SEDLOIT STOP PLAN TO ACCEPT STOP PLEASE GRANT YOUR PERMISSION AND BLESSING STOP THANK YOU STOP

The message from his mother's oldest male cousin, Ghrus Forbaign, was rather longer, but also to the point:

So, here we are on Day 55 of Anadrasata's travels. Matters develop, some in a good way and some, it seems in a concerning way.

Next point of view character I write needs to use "apparently" less.  To be fair, Anadrasata uses it as an indicator that she does not know the information directly, so it represents various versions of "reportedly", "allegedly", and "I was told."  It is also worth noting that she is not writing for public consumption.

This piece runs to 2,881 words and I hope that you enjoy it.

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                                                                                             Brogaiday, 5 Deichen, 1893 C.E.
                                                                                                Asnan, 23 Sajibu, 2157 T.M.L.
                                                                     3 Ueuekayomatilistli, 10 Coatl, 6.11.2.1.8.3.11

Dear Journal,

It wasn't raining when I woke and looked out the window, but rain clouds were still scudding across the sky and dropping rain on other parts of the city. Nais brought me my warm water and suggested that, given the colour of Great-aunt's blanket cloak, my purple-black walking dress might be the best choice to wear to the temple this afternoon. Great-aunt's maid is seeing to the freshening up of the garment, which is made of a fine p-akeri wool and purple in colour. That matter decided, unless the two shades of purple are just wrong together, I dressed for the morning and went down to breakfast.

Here we are on Day 54 of Anadrasata's travels.  Things are happening off stage, so to speak, and some of them have nothing to do with Anadrasata.

This piece runs to 2,446 words and I hope that you enjoy it.

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                                                                                     Thuwnday, 4 Deichen, 1893 C.E.
                                                                                          Eheid, 22 Sajibu, 2157 T.M.L.
                                                                2 Ueuekayomatilistli, 9 Coatl, 6.11.2.1.8.3.10

Dear Journal,

This morning was fine and breezy from the south when I woke up. Yesterday was a momentous day - not only am I engaged to be married to an eligible gentleman whom I greatly esteem, but no-one in my mother's circle of acquaintance can ever suggest again that I am and have always been without prospects. (On repeated reflection, the mayor's wife is very good at making snide observations without actually stating anything. One thing I do agree with my mother on is that I do not particularly care for that lady.)

Here we are on Day 53 of Anadrasata's travels and there are happy developments!  Also a number of related discussions.

I have been meaning to mention that when the story talks about fortified wine, I am talking about something very close to, if not identical to, port.  Kasoohlt, on the other hand, is a white whisky made from maize.   This may explain why the ladies drink both of these from small glasses....

This piece runs to 1,930 words and I hope that you enjoy it.

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                                                                                         Onnaday, 3 Deichen, 1893 C.E.
                                                                                             Sebti, 21 Sajibu, 2157 T.M.L.
                                                                   1 Ueuekayomatilistli, 8 Coatl, 6.11.2.1.8.3.9

Dear Journal,

I woke up this morning a lady in expectation of receiving a proposal of marriage.

It is an experience unique in my personal history. It combines both hopeful expectation and dread that the expected event won't occur - a situation in which I would not like to dwell overlong.

Here we are on the fifty second day of Anadrasata's travels and developments in her personal life appear to be continuing apace.

This piece runs to 2,940 words and I hope that you enjoy it.

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                                                                                       Twirsday, 2 Deichen, 1893 C.E.
                                                                                       Jimool, 20 Sajibu, 2157 T.M.L.
                                                                             13 Tlanoluaoy, 7 Coatl, 6.11.2.1.8.3.8

Dear Journal,

I woke early for some reason this morning, so after doing as much as I could without Nais and warm water to get ready for the day, I took the opportunity to read the next chapter of my Aunty Ssang novel. I believe I am developing an ambition to mature and age into one of these ladies - if not Aunty Ssang herself, perhaps Mak Nur-rang who seems to have perfected the art of managing a difficult set of close relations while managing to raise perfectly nice children of her own. (Of course it was her mother-in-law who arranged her eldest son's marriage to that dreadful young woman!)

So, here we are on Day 51 and the formal courtship continues.  There is also some world discussion which some of you may find interesting.  In addition, I believe some characters are having their concepts of another character...stirred.  (How well do we know other people?  If you don't work with them, what does their work actually involve and what do they need to know to do it?  Come to that, if you don't live with them, what exactly are their home circumstances?)

This piece runs to 2,973 words and I hope that you enjoy it.

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                                                                                           Naiphday, 1 Deichen, 1893 C.E.
                                                                                                 Rebi, 19 Sajibu, 2157 T.M.L.
                                                                                  12 Tlanoluaoy, 6 Coatl, 6.11.2.1.8.3.7

Dear Journal,

Nais woke me at the appointed time and we did not dawdle over my ablutions and getting me into my walking dress. We were downstairs, shawls about our shoulders to counteract the morning chill and adjusting our hats when Miztli descended the stairs for his pre-exercise snack. He was kind enough to say that we both looked very smart, and stayed chatting with us until Lord Elnaith arrived to take us to morning prayers. I noticed that Miztli is still limping a little form the other day - I didn't notice it yesterday, so perhaps it's due to the early morning coolness.

So here we are at Day 50 of Anadrasata's travels.  That's a considerable number of entries in this story and doesn't include all the side bits.  I hope that the Index Page has been of use to at least some of you, and that you are enjoying this story.  I am behind on my typing and have three more days' worth of entries waiting to be typed up.  (Yes, I have not had a writing problem, I have had a typing problem.  I suspect that typing block is not really a thing....)

This piece is 2,389 words long, and I hope that you enjoy it.

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                                                                                           Endday, 31 Naisen, 1893 C.E.
                                                                                     Khemaas, 18 Sajibu, 2157 T.M.L.
                                                                              11 Tlanoluaoy, 5 Coatl, 6.11.2.2.8.3.6

Dear Journal,

I woke to rain this morning and the strong smell of sea brought in on the wind. I thought I could hear the sound of breaking waves and dismissed it as my imagination, until Nais told me that the morning deliveries had brought news that the sea swell was up this morning and waves were breaking higher up the sea walls and breakwaters than is usual.