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[center][i]September 11, 1914[/i][/center]
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Well, it certainly became very interesting by the time Reyna was done with the day. And it certainly seemed that Jean himself enjoyed the dancing that they did. Of course, that wasn't all that Reyna did, for she also invited Diana to dance with her after Jean went to rest. Really, the whole time she was dancing was really fun, even though Reyna's eyes drifted a little to Diana's features while they danced, baser thoughts taking over for only a moment. The features in question were nice, but Reyna enjoyed the dancing far more than anything the thoughts gave her. They, however, made her curiosity for what she liked grow, and that question was still left largely unanswered for the rich young lady. 

What came after the dance, however, was both sweet and surprising. He commented how he enjoyed the dance and didn't know that she knew how to dance so wonderfully. [color=FFFF00][i]I hope I can, because I always liked to dance since I was a little girl.[/i][/color] She thought to herself before Jean kissed her on the forehead. The move took Reyna off-guard and by surprise, with herself not even registering what happened until after Jean left, her mind processing it all. How she felt afterward? Awkward. On the one hand, it was a very nice gesture and showed appreciation to her. On the other hand.....

Reyna had no particular feelings for Jean other than being his friend and comrade in arms, but neither was the move entirely unwelcome. It was a sign that Jean was feeling better at least. She wasn't entirely sure what the kiss meant. It wasn't anything on her lips, cheek, or even her hand as was customary in some scenarios. [color=FFFF00][i] Well...Francians are kind of a romantic culture and I don't know much about Darcsen culture either, so this could be one of their traditions from either?[/i][/color] Either way, it was not part of her own, which only contributed to her confusion. Was this what she thought it was, a culture thing, or was this something else? 

[color=FFFF00][i]Oh no....my book is gone. Darn it![/i][/color] Reyna returned to her seat to see that the book she had open was now missing. As the book was unmarked and didn't have her name on it she'd be fine even if someone got it and read it, but this unnerved her all the same. All of that dance and distraction....for nothing. No, there was something at least: everyone enjoyed it. That was the last thought as Reyna closed her eyes and went to sleep, oblivious of what will happen the next day.

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[color=FFFF00][i]September 12, 1914[/i][/color]

[color=FFFF00][i]I will not forget this day. I can't forget this day even if I wanted to. The gas was horrible. Outside the window, I watched someone who was shockingly similar to what I look like die outside in the most horrible fashion. Choking, vomiting her own guts out. I couldn't even help her. All I did was stand there shaking before I remembered the piece of equipment they issued us back at the supply depot. The masks....that's what they were for. To protect us from inhaling the gas and meeting the same fate. 

We escaped the Inn. I don't know what happened to the civilians, but I hope they made it out or are at least ok. However, what came after the inn was worse. The Imperial soldiers caught in the gas was not as fortunate to have masks. I...had to kill a few of them that were crying out in desperation. All of this death...for what? Ragnite? Ideals? Whatever it is, it's horrifying for us on the ground. This is nothing like the propaganda says about glory, given I knew that was just propaganda. I knew that there was more to it. Now, I feel like I know what it actually is. 

All of this deathdealing...ever since that first kill a few days ago its...been getting easier? I don't want it to get easier. It makes me feel like a murderer. But it's easier to pull the trigger, think it's nothing personal. It isn't personal. It's life or death. I'm not sure how I'll sleep tonight, but I am sure I'll manage somehow. I have to, for my comrades and my family are counting on me doing so. I have to remain strong and provide an example for those who are faltering. After all, father told me that's what those in the upper echelons of society do, and that includes me.[/i][/color]

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[center][i]September 26, 1914.[/i][/center]

So many letters. Too many letters. One trip to get mail and what Reyna received was an entire bag full of the envelopes. Some of them were genuine others...less so. One person, her father, made enough for the entire squad and herself even. It was annoying, but she'd need to read all the letters that were for her. 

And of course, the first letter she picked up was a love letter. From....someone she didn't even know. What was this crap?! She wasn't interested in a "Daniel Alford." Quite the opposite, actually. So much flowery language was loaded in that letter that Reyna got tired of reading it. Goodness, she'd have to do something about that letter, but they did take the time to write it. She'd feel bad if she just chucked it into a fire. 

The ones she did pay the most attention to were those from her father, mother, and her friends. One letter in particular was from Eleanor, asking how she was doing and stating she was worried about her, wanting her to come back home so they could hang out again. This one made Reyna smile. Her mother, Melissa, sent her one that was particularly encouraging and heart-warming, as well as telling her to watch out for the men, for soldiers were in her words "notorious for having relations under the sheets with women." A slight blush later, but it was a happy one. She loved her mother even if she is embarrassing sometimes. There was even chocolate attached, made by mother! 

A letter from her brother John told her that he was enlisting in the Vinland Army as an officer, and wished her luck, pleading that she makes it through the war. This came as a surprise to Reyna, and she didn't know how she felt about her brother also joining the war effort. At least Jacob was not enlisting, otherwise she'd be even more worried. 

All of these letters were at a table that Reyna found and set herself up at to read and write, the sheer amount of paper making her look silly she thought. Apparently, Britta was cooking which was fine with her. Reyna didn't think she herself was a bad cook, but she could certainly use work given the experience she did have. However good of a cook Britta was, it certainly couldn't be worse than-

[color=FFFF00][i]No, don't you dare think about it. You'll jinx everything.[/i][/color] Reyna thought as she looked up, taking her journal into her hands and flipping through the pages. There was still plenty of room left in it, but she was certainly going to need another journal by the time the year was done. She couldn't think about the alternative...of not needing it at all. 

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