Ubi Silvestria Sunt: November 2026

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.

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LUMEN held its Harvest Festival yesterday and I must say I very much enjoyed it. Arline makes an excellent Hungry Harvester. Indeed, I am quite sure she rather relished the role. As we do here in Nakri, I offered a warm shawl and bread, along with the bottle of family vodka snuck into the box, as symbolic gifts, as well as the more practical gesture of petitions that may be given to those in need to bring to the estate. It is the first time, of course, that we have ever engaged in this observance outside of Nakri, so I do hope that if LUMEN distribute them elsewhere that the people are not too reluctant to come forward. I doubt we are known outside of our home system, but I am sure LUMEN will be practical in their decisions.

The event was rather more quiet than I expect, in that there were fewer people there than I anticipated, but the real delight of the night was seeing Tatiana and Ishta. How strange it is that Ishta's ward shares the same name as her own daughter. God indeed works in mysterious ways. Ishta looked well, and Tania, although rather shy, appears to be benefitting from the guidance she is under. She has been through so much at such a young age it is hardly a wonder that she was so troubled. However, with the right education and encouragement, she will do well. I must ask for a more detailed update of how she has been faring.

Her sister and the others miss her, as do we all, really. I hope she does not resent being placed in the Praefecta's care or that she doubts she can come home should she wish. I do not think that should be before she is truly ready, but we shall certainly welcome her back when the time comes. Her letters will have to suffice for now.

I have my own role to play, of course, and I must find some way to have that ridiculous heresy marker lifted. Honestly, what nonsense! A child simply cannot commit heresy. Led to it, unknowingly, by corrupted adult, yes, but deliberately engage it themselves? Impossible. Even the most untutored acolyte could understand that the poor girl has been used as a scapegoat, nothing more. I must surely be able to find a more decent, honest, and sensible Magistrate somewhere than that dim-witted dullard in Nasreri. I hope so, at least. The less I am forced to deal with that place, the better. I suppose there could be other means to have it removed, but we shall explore the conventional before we ponder anything too alternative.

A shame Edward was not at the Festival yesterday. I was rather hoping to introduce him to the sour milk.