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.
21-04-YC121

I am very grateful Alizabeth took the time last night to meet with me.  I do not think there shall ever come a time when I am not awe-struck by her SIlver Magnate.  It is not so much the ship itself, though it is surely the most beautiful vessel I have ever seen, let alone been aboard, but rather what she signifies.  That ship not only speaks volumes of Alizabeth skill upon the field of battle - for who other than a truly blessed warrior could even partake in the the Succession Trials - but also is a Testament to the strength and purity of Alizabeth's soul.

My only wish is that Alizabeth could see it.  She seems more wracked with self-doubt than I myself have ever been, even in my darkest moments.  I feel for her, I do.  I like her, and when she spoke of her wishes for the future, my heart truly went out to her.  I do worry some dark fate awaits her, but I shall pary to God and the Eternal Empress every day that she is blessed with the happiness she so truly deserves.  Alizabeth may well not have been born or raised with the Empire, but she has more Faith, Honour, and Integrity than many here, and surely she is an example to us all.

I must feel most comfortable in her presence, though I cannot exactly expain why.  She appeared most please with my gift of a bottle of our family vodka, though a little suprised when I embraced her and kissed her cheeks.  She had already prepared the ritual bath for ablutions, and I disrobed there in front of her.  She made no mention of my Souvenirs at all, though when I saw that she, too, carries her own scars of the past upon her body, I understood the reasons behind her discretion.  Perhaps, in time, if we become the friends I hope we shall be, I shall learn more of her history, and she of mine.  We then prayed together, and I included her within my supplications to Her, for I felt it only right.  Afterwards we spoke for a little while, of hopes and dreams for the future, but, alas, duties for us both cut our time short.  Hopefully we shall see one another again soon.  I think we should both like that.


I only have a few hours before Contantin is due to arrive and collect me for the LUMEN gathering.  I am rather looking forward to it, though I do not have the first idea about what I shall wear.  Constantin is most adept at choosing items that complement me - I suppose he must see me with a rather more appreciative eye than I see myself.  I shall ask him when he arrives.

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