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.

 09-07-YC125

I may have been somewhat brusque with Kley in a conversation tonight.  If one can call it a conversation.  I have such mixed feelings on her these days.  I cannot, nor would not, deny her courage and her devotion to duty, or at least what she sees as her duty, but I do doubt one or two other things.  Her sanity to name but one.

She thinks she is likely to be tried for treason, by which she refers to her unilateral usurping of the entire Holdership of Raravoss III.  By rights, of course, she ought to be, but Khanids seem to have a certain way of neatly avoiding repercussions.  I know some would put it down to simple jealousy on my part - after all, she is just a commoner, with no breeding or upbringing to give her the proper understandings needed to rule a Holding, but it is more than that.  I think, in part, she is a symbol, a symptom even, of whatever it is that is afflicting our poor Empire.  All these lower stations thinking better of themselves and upsetting the natural balance.  It is more than a little disconcerting.

I really should not dwell on such things, but I cannot help it.  It is either that that occupies my mind or worrying about Ishta.  True, yes, I am deeply concerned of the potential consequences for us as well as her.  I had hoped for much brighter times.  I have no doubt that Sasha is going to push to go back to active duty (there is another thing I am angry at Kley for - my whole team could have been killed outright supporting her foolish little adventure) but that is most certainly not happening whilst Ishta's business is still going on.  It will prey on his mind, even if he denies it, and I will not risk my little brother's life like that.

Although, in all honesty, I would not entirely dismiss the idea of returning to Raravoss myself.  Catching some of the enemy in my rifle sights would be ever so cathartic. I do miss Naval Infantry duties at times.

I should think this task the Directrix has given me shall be an acceptable alternative, if a decidedly less dangerous venture.  I am just waiting to speak to Edward to arrange our first meeting.  I am rather looking forward to it.  Edward always finds a way to uplift my spirits.

And who knows, I may even eventually convert him to The Faith.

Just the thought makes me smile.

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