You're where the Wild Things are...

An in-character blog set in the universe of EVE Online. These are the private diary entries of Lady Ekaterina Mariya deSilvestris, a minor Amarrian Noble and Capsuleer. Other existing characters within EVE will be referred to throughout, though any opinions and views expressed are those of this character. These entries may touch on or directly address mature themes such as violence, sexuality, race and ethnicity, and mental health. As noted, any views are those of the character.

Before we begin, I feel it important to say a few words on the subject of mental health. Ekaterina, or Ekat as many call her, is something of a troubled soul. This aspect of her character is a personal choice I have made, for very personal reasons. Although EVE is a game in which the players can immerse themselves to a greater or lesser degree as they wish, mental health is a very real issue for many people. Those two simple words cover a myriad different issues and concerns that affect people directly or indirectly every day all, over the world.

If you find yourself affected by any issues touched upon in these posts, or if you face your own troubles, please know that there are people out there you can turn to; doctors, friends, family - there is ALWAYS someone. If you are an EVE player, then Broadcast 4 Reps chat is available, staffed by wonderfully kind and good-hearted volunteers. If you know of someone who has mental health issues, then please just let them know you are there. It doesn't have to be anything big, just a smile, a cup of tea, a quick phone call about last night's game - just a little thing to show they aren't forgotten.

You Never Fly Alone.
27-02-YC121

Finding the Cafe on this station was such a blessing.  Admittedly, it is open to everyone, even people like Adams, but it is far more common to see friends and allies there.  Liana was there tonight, along with Ms Monakh, and, suprisingly, Ishta.  We spoke of the past and childhood.  Poor little Liana! Such tragedy in her life, it is no wonder I feel so protective of her.  It is strange to compare the similarities in her and Ishta's stories, and yet see how differently they have turned out.  Ah, but there are some marked differences in their formative experiences of life.  Fortunately, the conversation turned to happier subject, though Ishta made a comment that worries me.  The other two could not have seen it for anything other than a bawdy joke - even Liana, who is perhaps not so innocent as she seems - but for me?  No, there was something the way Ishta said it, some look in her eyes.  Does she know about Sirna and I?  Has her sister said something?  Or was she referring to Constantin?

Perhaps I overthink this.  It is more than likely.  The more I think of if, the more I wonder what I have done to deserve Constantin!  I can think of no adequate deed to be given such a gift.  Am I then supposed to do something to show my gratitude?  I think that may be it.  I should show God, show Her how grateful I am.

Yet how?  I have nothing I can offer that equals the love that Constantin professes for me, the happiness and joy he brings me!  I have only my poor and lowly skills as a warrior, and the toil of my own blood and tears to offer up in thanks!

If these, then, are what I must sacrifice, so be it.  I shall do so gladly and with rapture.  I shall earn the right to his Love, his Heart.  I shall prove my worth and my devotion before God and My Eternal Empress. I shall give all of myself for him.
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