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.
10-03-YC121

Felix has sent me a message; so-called Nation has apparently returned to our Beloved Empire, this time in Yekti.  I pray that God grants Victory to those who stand against this vile scourge.

More pleasant activities have filled my day, however.  Dearest Constantin not only surprised me with a visit, but also with a delightful meal at a very exclusive restaurant here in Mehatoor.  I know my Darling does not like to use his family connections, which is so very humble of him, but they undoubtedly come in useful from time to time.  That he should think to use them for me rather than himself only goes to further prove his self-less heart.

I think I must have made something of a fool of myself over dinner, however.  Aside from the rather disapproving tuts from neighbouring tables at our rather public displays of affection - and let them talk, there is a part of me that rather enjoys shocking such overly conservative mores - we spoke of possibilites for the future, and how I may one see for myself the good works My Star has wrought.  Given that he has spread the word to the Republic of course, means I cannot do so whilst I am with the Crusade, but I shall, I think, not always be dedicated to war.  Eventually the natural instincts within must take precedence, and how could I resist if the prospect of those instinct being awakened is with Constantin.  Of course, this silly little cat could not keep her mouth shut, and out it popped - "one day I may be a mother".  Honestly!  Has this man shaken my senses so much I can keep nothing in my head?  I expected him to make his excuses and turn a sharp retreat.  Who could blame him?  Yet I was only thinking aloud on what may be, not on what shall be.  What I did not expect was his answer, or rather his question.

He asked if he might be involved!

He even said he would not be courting me if he did not think I would make a good mother!  It is even something over which he has spoken with his family!  The Baracca family! Speaking about me! As a mother!  I am sure I did not hear him properly, or I am misremembering.  I cannot really believe that such a thing is true.  Time will tell, I am sure.

I shall surely dream of that future possibility tonight.  Perhaps one day it will not be a dream. Perhaps.
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