Editing Dabblings of Elayne deFlorimel

<div class="center" style="width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><big>'''''The Dabblings of Lady Elayne deFlorimel''''' </big></div>

I decided to begin this blog to entertain myself and to let those of you in Nenton know whats happening in the make believe world you call Amber and that I call family business.  It is entertaining to me that you who read this are probably readers of the '''''Corwin Chronicles''''', the '''''Plays of Prince Bleys''''', The '''''Seas Sagas of Gerard''''', the '''''Water Walks of Llewella''''', '''''The Musings of Mandor''''', '''''The Grasak of Hendrake''''', or any of the other Amber & Chaos genre books and graphic novels.  Perhaps you listen to the music of '''''Vek Hendrake''''' and the '''''Vek Trio'''''? Perhaps you watch the 2D show '''''The Calling of Chaos'''''?  Perhaps you enjoy the holovision adventures in the '''''Chaos Line Conflicts''''', the '''''Amber  Immersion Intrigues''''', the '''''[[Gesheka]] Combat Series''''', the '''''Black Road War Combat Series''''',  or the ''(personally embarrassing for me)'''The Romantic Tales of Princess Flora.'''''. Maybe you enjoy the amber genre holo-porn available from disreputable merchants.  Perhaps you have a copy of the illegal holovision adventures called the '''''Knives of Trasidy''''' or the '''''Red Rites of Azcala'''''?  

So you of Antheris know other universes exist.  But the overwhelming belief in this world is that only the '''[[Seven Realms]]''' exist. All the dogma and scriptures of all the religions of the Ten Spheres exclude and deny the possibility of any other worlds beyond them, dimensions on top or below them, or the possibility of the reality of the ''Stuff of Chaos'' or the ''Shadows of Amber''.  We have a strip of the [[Jeweled Road]] in Antheris.  Get with the program.  Everything exists out there.  A full set of infinity.  Do the math.

Yet, there are piles of books you call fiction lining the Newsstand[[https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/Diners_of_Amber#The_Newsstand.]] down below the window of my little garret.  There is a whole genre of Amber Fiction and mine is hardly the only first person blog of someone claiming to be an Amberite, a Chaosian, an Avalonian, an Azcalan or a Shadowwalker or some other version of creature born beyond the Ten Spheres.  There is one difference between my blog and most of those.

I know that I am an Amberite.  My mother really was Princess Florimel.  My grandfather really was Oberon of Amber.  My portrait is in the actual Gallery of Kinship of Amber, if only in a nook under a small arrow slit that allows a few minutes of sunlight to grace my portrait.  I have attended the University of Fantaling in Thelusia.  I have walked the Pattern of Amber in the Depth of the Dungeons and in the moonless sky of Tirna No'gath.  My name is Lady Elayne of Amber.  You have my leave to think me mad.  You may think me artistic, indulging in the genre.  In the end, the truth does not depend on your beliefs.  

=='''Entry One'''==

Like many people across the universe I grew up with misconceptions about who exactly my parents were.  For reasons I will speak about later my father was never a presence in my life and if he should put in an appearance I will tell him how I feel about that.  Being immortal I have the time to develop a relationship with him, and I have the strength to slap him across the face.

In the world of my birth there were legends of ancient gods called Olympians who lorded over the lands of Greece.  My mother was fanatical about the gods of the world and I thought her fixation on the Olympian gods meant we might be descended from them.  I was wrong.  The truth was worse and better.

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<Font Face="Gabriola"><Font Size ="5">'''Liege Lord,

I could just as easily say what Arlo said, "I submit" and let it go at that. To that end, if it suffice, I write the above.  Below is more, some thoughts about my life for whomsoever should read this.   

We little know each other. Arlo told me to talk about myself since you, the King, would not be the only person reading these.  So I write, this second month of 5202 in Amber that I be in your good graces.  

By the time I was thirteen my mother had arranged for me to have all the money I wanted as long as I maintained my grade point of 4.0 and as long as I cooperated with all the private instructors she had for me. It was easy enough to do, all those things were things I loved.  I have been obsessed with reading since I first figured out what the little drawings meant.  Ive always loved learning things. Languages came easy to me.  

We raised dogs; Irish wolfhounds.  One was always with me. One still is, sitting by my feet as I write.

I enrolled in New York University, near Washington Park, in 1958.  I could say I majored in a number of different things but I really majored in the 60's.  I spent time in the clubs.  The parks. The Village. The theater. I met people.  I let myself go and I let myself indulge.  It was a good time to be rich and strong.  I bought an apartment building nearby, through agents, and had it renovated for safety.  I played myself off as the property manager though i was known as a famous Olympian and charged people repair time to paint walls, sand wood, repair things..  Carve, create. Ken Keely did the hall ways. Andy Warhol did the lobby and the ceilings. Mickey Mantle and some of the guys converted the basement into batting cages. 

Once a couple from Ireland moved in. They were painters and were attending a school nearby.  When asked if I thought distilling whiskey counted as creating, I gave them two apartments.  They distilled vodka, whiskey, and rum.  Made hard cider, vinted wine, and brewed beer. In time I bought a farm on Long island and they moved operations there.  

A pair of uncles arrived out of the blue.  Creatures out of some hell arrived soon after and the house I grew up in was the scene of warfare. Several of my favorite hounds were killed.  I was in Manhattan at the time.  

She took me someplace in shadow.  I was enrolled at the Collège de France in the late 1880s.  She said she had enjoyed her time there, and found it again for me.  She gave me some gold and some folding money then she took out a Trump and I watched her disappear, her hand grasping another from beyond.

One thing happened that rocked my world.  The trench was overrun.  I found myself in the center of a bloody battle. My Olympic fencing talents wielded a cavalry saber in between two dirt walls.  My Olympic bronze in pistol drove my fight in the mud and slog against German foe-men.  In the middle of a trench war I grabbed a loose horse and used my Olympic equestrian experience to ride it out to safe lands.  I never thought myself a warrior.  It never occurred to me.  But it turns out that its in my blood.  I was decorated for valor, an award extremely rare for a woman at that place and time.   

I came to Amber the morning of the coronation of King Eric. My mother was conflicted because while on one hand she was excited that she would be an important player in the upcoming reign, it came at the cost of one brother and possibly a second.  At the time it was believed Prince Bleys was lost and it was uncertain if Prince Corwin might be executed.  I watched as King Eric ordered his brother's eyes burned from his head.  This was my introduction to the family.  While I was introduced to my aunts and uncles I was not pushed forward.  I was horrified by the brutality of a lost war and a won war and burning retribution of an Uncle.

I discovered the library early on.  I met Arloxedra there.  He and I became boon companions for a time.  We both hid from the elders though in time I found that he was far older then I would have guessed.  I did help mother build the Sea View Gardens but it was her mania, not mine.  

I rode with Julian, sailed with Caine, swam with Llewella. I met you in Rebma.  

I should mention something that happened during the Repair.  Arlo took me to the Pattern Room and explained it to me.  Then said that if he made it to the center of the pattern, I should follow.  I watched him assay the pattern.  Then I followed.  We transported to the Library and he said that he and I were the first two to walk the repaired pattern.

Then you returned.  Your reign began.  I stayed out of your way.  I attended family dinners.  Dame Margot suggested I attend the Royal Rights course at Fantalin. It wasn't as if I had any reason to stay in in Amber. So I made ready to travel to Thelusia with a embassy.  I then got your call to a personal meeting.  We spoke.  We came to an understanding that I was as yet an egg.  You gave me a blade, a book, a deck, some good advice and sent me on my way.  

As in the past, I got lost in the social life of the land.  It served me well.  I will probably wander for a time.