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.
09-03-YC121

He is the most wonderful man alive!  I have no idea how he did it, what magic influence he wrought, but today I came back from patrol to find my quarters full of flowers! Bouquets and vases of the most beautiful roses, violets, daisies, in all their wonderful colours!  They covered every surface, the table, the chairs, my desk, spilling across the floor, all the way up to the door; and there, in the middle of them all, a handwritten poem in his perfect script.  Oh, such words as I do not deserve, and yet he writes them to me, for me.  I do not believe I could be made happier.

I called him immediately, although I had at that moment been connected to The Summit, as had he.  No wonder he had that little grin playing about his lips!  He knew what I was about to walk into, in front, as it were, of everybody.  His playfulness only adds to the joy he brings me.  His nature is so kind, so warm, I can scarcely believe he exists.   He was dressed in fencing dress.  I should like to see him in action, fencing being such a noble sport.  Perhaps he and I could spar at some time, though doubtless his skill is far beyond my clumsy attempts with a naval cutlass.  Still, it would be pleasant, and we need some past-times together.  It was only a very brief call, but it always lifts my heart to gaze upon his wonderous face, to see the light in his eyes that sparkles there whenever we speak.  I look forward to the day when I wake up to see that sparkle right there next to me.  We parted with kisses sent across the void.  We shall be together soon.

Admiral Xideinis has announced another operation against the Blood Raiders soon.  I look forward to this.  Purging heretics is always an exhilirating experience.  I shall dedicate our Victory as a gift of gratitude to God and to Her, for the blessings they have given me in Constantin.
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