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Eugena Ionesca is the oldest daughter and second child of Lady Elise Ionesca and Lord Eugene Ionesca. Eugene is the head of House of Ionesca and Lord of the Dale-Lands, in the Northeast of Middle-earth,
beneath the Lonely Mountain. Eugena had a brother, Konstantinoble Ionesca, first and only son of Eugene, has been missing for 21 years, and has never been found. They are hoping their paths will cross one day.

Eugena's youngest sister, Ionesca, decided she just wanted to be a scholar in Lore. Ionesca, changed here name to be her last and her first. She ran away to Rivendell to cultivate her craft against her father's wishes, Eugena had rejected any notion that she must become a lady and marry for influence and power, feeling she had forged her own destiny. She is fascinated by warfare and training in the use of arms, and is bored by embroidery and other "lady-like" pursuits. Nomadic in nature, she never stays in one place for too long. Long enough to know her, but short in duration to miss her presence. Eugena takes after her father and has a quarrelsome relationship with her sister Ionesca. Eugena had spent many years alone, she decided to explore the lands and regions, diversity, enjoying the new landscapes of the environment and of the heart of the beings she encounters.

Once, she had met a man in the Haunted Inn. He had asked her where the closest cemetery, so he may bury his mother's ashes. Heavily cloaked, she could not make out his features. She pitied the
man and had him follow her in the depths of Mirkwood. When weather blanketed the region with a cold dampness, it became intolerable, they decided to camp. They sat down and rested, sharing her flask ale, he began to tell his story. As she listened attentively, she could not see his face. He words were so quiet, eloquently full of candid feelings of journeys and fondness of life itself, her heart sank. She was in awe.

She fell into a deep sleep. And when she awoke, he was nowhere to be found. The two mysteries struck Eugena to investigate her feelings about him. She had to know more. She never saw his
face and he repeatedly would say, "it's neither here nor there." Eugena quickly grabbed a bound leather journal, and wrote this mantra poem as though from a drippingly real dream. She would hope he would search for her to see her again, just to share a story or two, like before, around a fire lit camp. Eugena remembered a spell that Ionesca once taught her, a riddle of her cloud of unknowing, that must be written with authentic passion and noble intentions, for the manifestation work. The sacrificial offering to bring her love back, was to break through the illusion that they were ever separated. In order to receive her desired cloaked man, would be the acceptance of letting go. "Love will always come back to you, as long as you don't try to keep it, cage it, or possesses it." said Ionesca to her older sister, wise beyond her years. Alone, Eugena chanted it, in the brimming sunrise, around the dimly lit fire, she chanted at the listening woodlands and echoing creatures that surrounded her. What had kept her from seeing his face? She meditated on his words and presence.

Hierarchical object oriented design
serving as bonnet for falconry confine
draping cloth ecclesiastical robe
metal cover, cowl hearth, or stove
cascade range of Northwest peak
highest elevation in Lonely Mountain seek
"The Song of the Shirt", in topical verse
one's who's name I never curse
aggressively violent young criminal lad
whom thrives to disprove his dear 'ole dad
protecting, consisting of metal parts
ornamental ruffle that cleaves my heart
accomplished to pierce and penetrate
never in position to negotiate
I adhere, cling, and steadfast my devotion
never to join again in that commotion
loss and gain and loss again
chronically thinking of my dear old friend.
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