13th of Second Seed, Morndas
Where did Rain's Hand even go? It was just First Seed and now, already, Second Seed.
I suppose it is just the madness of spring.
The weather plummeted and early crops all failed, once again pushing prices up. To add to that, after two weeks of freezing temperatures at night, we suddenly got blistering hot. Then another cold front came in, causing horrible storms.
There was much talk about how the Gods must be displeased.
Not just Almsivi, but the Divines, too. Everyone in Mournhold was talking about how it might be some sign that Daedra were trying to invade Nirn again and there were many petitions to Almalexia to try and do something.
Of course the Tribunal Temple assured everyone that Mother Morrowind had said it was no more than just the result of volcanic activities occurring on Vvardenfell and that she would speak to Vehk about the affect it was having upon the mainland.
The storms were so awful that the mages of Shad Astula and the Mages Guild were both being employed to help as best they could.
We had some major damage ourselves. A tree was struck by lightning and destroyed our main chimney and caused severe damage to our tower. Part of the western wall was damaged as well.
It has taken nearly all of my time to get these repairs taken care of. Avon was doing his best, but with Sildras back in school and needing to coordinate that, the matters of the home fell back upon me to some degree. Even if it was mostly managing to review and sign off upon Cheerz's proposals.
Then there is the matter of planning for Sildras' nameday. Another major celebration to which I insisted I be involved in. Mother had far too many ideas of how I should spend my money and many of them lacked taste. Usually I think of her as a woman of fine tastes, but for some reason when it is not for her own sake she seems to set aside her usual standards.
My new Council duties have prevented me from having the necessary free time to take care of my personal obligations. I do not presume that to be coincidence. It is almost certainly done with the express purpose of keeping me out of the trouble that the House seems to think I shall fall into if they do not make my life completely miserable.
Planning lessons for my Nest has been even more difficult than it previously has been. I long for some time away to focus on it. My Spiderlings deserve a proper education.
Then there are those bloody Bretons! As if fitting in the time to allow for some sensuality in the brief time I may spend with Tel, even if for our intended production of progeny, is not difficult enough, those two have to come in and critique everything. Poking and prodding and asking me not to finish yet, to wait until just as the hour is struck. Or to hurry up, for there is only twelve auspicious minutes in the whole of the day because of Seconda being in retrograde for the day.
If it would not be so obvious that I had done the deed, I would kill them myself. The Three know it has been far too long since my blades were whetted with an offering to my Prince.
Zethith has expressed some concern about my plots and how they have fallen from my priorities. I have tried to explain this to them, but they have hardly been as sympathetic as I might have liked. All the more reason why, as soon as my son's nameday is concluded, I shall have to find some excuse to get out of the city for a while.
I wonder if I might make a trip to check up on the Ravenwatch. I have not heard from Fennorian in some time. Far longer than he has ever gone without word before.