Anadrasata is about to leave the Empire, again, and the roll over to accommodate the customs and tastes of the Cuoahtimollon Confederation aboard the Pearlish Dawn has begun.
(For those of you who may be interested, the Imperial ladies are drinking the equivalent of port while the Confederation ladies are drinking a whiskey.)
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Thuwnday, 14 Naisen, 1893 C.E.
Asnan, 1 Sajibu, 2157 T.M.L.
Dear Journal,
When I looked outside this morning I saw snow on the mountain peaks reflecting the sunlight. Very pretty but I am so glad that I am not outside. I am making sure to take a wrap with me to breakfast so I can still have my morning walk.