July 8, 2020, 10:14 p.m.(8/14/1013 AR)
Spidersilk at the Harlequins. The most beautiful elegant dresses I have seen in a while - not disparaging those recently in my possession - but there was something about the deadly sensual drape of the spider silk gowns at the Death Festival fashion show that caught my eye. Truly spectacular. Mistress Nina and Whisper Selene had unquestionable talent and taste.
The performance of Mistress Jacali and her companion in her inspired outfits along with the one that I had made for me also made quite the stir. I hope that it brings her shop business, she is an undersold talent and destined - I am certain - for great designs. Also, her perfume and cologne are heavenly. I mustn't let Orick overhear or he'll be jealous... Or maybe I should.
Also I saw an unmitigated display of respect for the Harlequins and their festival, as well as some examples of affection between houses that were touching.
July 8, 2020, 9:21 p.m.(8/14/1013 AR)
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Smooth seas do not make skillful sailors, nor idleness and luxury a strong body. A great leader and trainer can push one to shatter their limits, and so it is with the Warchief of House Redrain.
July 8, 2020, 10:43 a.m.(8/13/1013 AR)
If you happen to receive a missive with a request for you to choose three words for me, it's not for nefarious purposes. I'm not sure why that needs be said, but have no fear in that regard. The words are for a work I have in mind, and I'll need quite a few of them. If you happen to read this and would like to volunteer three words, you're more than welcome to do so. They can be any three. They can be off the top of your head, or carefully considered, whatever feels most right to you.
July 7, 2020, 11:38 a.m.(8/12/1013 AR)
Lagoma's burning *the scholar had started to write something else but she had it crossed out and amended* eyebrows, I have a wedding in a few days. Mine. I have dress, shoes, rings, veil -all that crap. I guess second time around is going to be the fancy version, instead of the opposite way most do it.
That's me. Bass-ackwards.
July 7, 2020, 10:32 a.m.(8/11/1013 AR)
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These past days have been eventful. On the one hand, Limerance appears to be smiling upon me, may He be praised. The days between Oddmun and I seem to fly by, and the hours without him are long and cold. I spoke with my cousin on the matter of a possible political match between House Whitehawk and Sanna, and he was more amenable than I had thought, insisting on at least a six-month courtship period before such negotiations would be considered. I could not have been happier, for such words speak of hope that they can happen. Six months will fly by as a hawk through the heavens. We await word from Oddmun's family for formal courtship to begin, as is proper.
On the other hand, I fear I might have embarrassed myself a little bit, in the matter of cuisine from other lands. Some creatures belong in the field and not on one's plate. Grasshoppers, I firmly believe, are among these--and my palate agrees. Very vehemently, much to my embarrassment. I now owe Oddmun a new hat. The mere mention of grasshoppers at a Whisper event just a day or so past made me fear I would be ill, so I made due haste to excuse myself as politely as possible. At least nobody's hat met its doom this time.
Too, I have begun the study of the medical arts, under Professor Orick's tutelage. When Oddmun's champion was hurt during the duel, I wished to be able to help, but alas, lacked the proper knowledge and skill to render assistance. This, I will not allow to remain so. It will take time and dedication equal to my pursuit of music, but I believe will be a worthwhile pursuit in the end.
July 7, 2020, 2:16 a.m.(8/11/1013 AR)
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Art is important.
I found myself recently at the Shrine to the Queen of Endings, witnessing the tapestries there. I was in the company of one Samira Culler - she was showing me her piece.
Master Apollo had been quite insistent that I meet with Messere Samira, so I was glad to get the opportunity. Glad to get the chance to see her works, as well.
They were all quite lovely, the tapestries. Works of art. Important.
But then I beheld messere Samira's work. My breath slipped away. For a second I was weak in the knees.
Hers is a tapestry depicting the Lowers of Arx. A myriad of lives and fates, moving along. And you can get lost. It is so intricate and detailed, every piece as important as the rest, all telling a cacophony of stories that somehow rises to a singular voice.
Art is important. And an artist like Messere Samira Culler shows us why.
July 6, 2020, 11:26 p.m.(8/11/1013 AR)
Today I was told how effortless I looked balancing being a lady, a physician, and a soldier. While I accept this compliment with the utmost respect, it caused me to pause. Because to me, I don't feel any of it so effortlessly. I look at the me I was when I first stepped off the ship into Arx. And the me now. I'm still awkward. Don't get me wrong. I can assure you my foot is inserted in my mouth more often than not. This can be attested to. But what this has shown me is how much I've grown as well. As a person. We all change based on the things we've seen, what we've done, what we've gone through. Our life experiences make us who we are. They shape us. And I suppose if on the outside I'm appearing as that, at least a little, then gods...I've grown more than I thought I did. So I appreciate the person who brought that up, more than they even know.
July 6, 2020, 10:56 p.m.(8/10/1013 AR)
A few years ago, the world was threatened with extinction by the advance of the army of Silence. Only a few priests of the Pantheon even had an inkling of what the Shrine of the Lost was even about, or why those stone altars rested there, forlorn and forsook.
I could not be more proud of how the Harlequins and the Liberators are flourishing. The work will take lifetimes to do properly, all across the Compact, educating the faithful and ensuring that their embrace is understood.
Yet still. In this city, in Death's city, we have come so far.
July 6, 2020, 10:11 p.m.(8/10/1013 AR)
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I believe I've stolen the affections of your dog.
Looked utterly reluctant to leave when the meeting wrapped up. Please remind him that nurture isn't in my nature - I just give scritches.
July 6, 2020, 8:35 p.m.(8/10/1013 AR)
I have spent so much time pickling and preserving and cooking and -baking- ... my fingers are sore and my ovens, great big swelling hot things, I just can't look at them anymore.
The kitchens at the Murder were a good place to work when I couldn't get to the bakery, we received so many shipments of food that I had to split them between the bakery and the bar, but thankfully Ray and his kinfolk stepped in. I've never seen so many Ulbrans in one place in my life, and here I saw it in two. Unnerving for sure, but mostly in a good way.
With all that food there came a lot of work, but it wasn't just my hands that saw it all through. I managed a lot, sure, barked orders, yelled a lot, but it wasn't just me that got it done.
I'm proud of what we accomplished, me and mine, and doubly proud that were managed it so well.
If I ever see a damn pickling jar again, it'll be too soon.
Bonus life lesson: everything tastes better pickled in spices. Even okra.
July 6, 2020, 8:24 p.m.(8/10/1013 AR)
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I've lost too many friends and trusted compatriots. You were one of the ones I could trust to watch my back and keep my family safe from knives in the night. May the Queen welcome your soul and grant you another turn soon enough.
July 6, 2020, 6:14 p.m.(8/10/1013 AR)
I have been in quite the artsy mood these days. I find myself inspired to paint everything, from canvas to ceramics, to masks. I feel the need to paint the world in the visions that come to my mind. My fingers want to sculpt in clay and stone. I have always had an artistic streak, but these days, I cannot stop and see a thing without wondering how to render it in paint, ceramic or stone.
July 6, 2020, 10:20 a.m.(8/9/1013 AR)
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Another sleepless night passes by and my thoughts turn to my late husband. Hard to believe he has been gone over five years now. Five years we have struggled without his guidance save for what remembered we spoke of during the brief time we had before he was killed at war in 1008. The twins are thriving, making new friends and they point out Esta's statue in the garden to them and I find them sometimes just loooking at Esta's portrait. It is regretful that they can't see his smirky grin or enjoy his sense of humor or feel the security of his firm handling of duty. I'm doing the best I can for them. Lord Vomis is still coming to spend time with me once a week though primarily is staying with Duke Hadrian who Baron Eos made his first liar. The bond between them is close. I wonder what the future will bring to him, to us.
July 6, 2020, 9:01 a.m.(8/9/1013 AR)
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Princess Helena won an intense drinking game, I'm told, and dedicated part of her speech to me. For that, I received a very purple robe. I'm not sure it's my color, but I think I'm going to wear it around the shop. Or display it on that dog statue I generally avoid since it mysteriously appeared in the shop one day some years ago. It's too divine to just put in a chest where no one will get to see the magnificence of it.
July 5, 2020, 11:14 p.m.(8/9/1013 AR)
Lucene chose the name and while perhaps it's not what I would have chosen, I gave her free reign and in the end, I quite like it. It's so strange to think that back in Caith, Armani is likely standing in a dinghy and her face pressed to it's brand new hull and trying to hug it. As if the ship might hug her back.
Is a caraval a ship? I would almost laugh and say that the Caraval can fit my entire county into it. And now, now we're going to have to see to shipyards and ports big and deep enough to repair her, and repair others. Oh goodness this is something to celebrate.
I'll have to slip over to Keaton again and rest my feet in the creek or sneak over and pilfer a muffin from their kitchen and sit in the gardens and read. There's a bookcase they leave in the garden. I shudder to think what happens when it rains, but regardless, I have found myself stealing over there to read in the shade when I have spare time.
The indominatable. Better than the lucky coin which is what I likely would have named it. I wonder what Armani wowuld have named it. Coin well spent in tandem with the Archduchess. Most certainly.
July 5, 2020, 10:42 p.m.(8/8/1013 AR)
My birthday is soon, it feels so strange thinking on how I will be another year older, and looking back over just this past year and all the things I have done and accomplished. I think the biggest ones are becoming a Baroness, and a mother. And then I think of the future and all that it holds not just for me, but my Barony, and my family. And the compact too.
July 5, 2020, 10:40 p.m.(8/8/1013 AR)
There are so many shops here in the city! It is amazing! Sadly, I was not able to find any new clothes for myself. I'm hopeful that perhaps I will get a response to my classified, looking for a tailor that would be willing to work with me, and create some new clothing. Which I would be happy to show off at any gatherings, or parties.
July 5, 2020, 10:37 p.m.(8/8/1013 AR)
I am so excited to finally be here in Arx, after all the letters my sisters have sent me about it, over the past years. And of course the stories that we have heard here in Bastion about Arx and all that happens here. I look forward to meeting more of my family, my various cousins, I have not gotten to meet yet. As well as the chance to make so many new friends.
July 5, 2020, 10:32 p.m.(8/8/1013 AR)
Some have said that the world looks different once the weight of a title sits upon your shoulders. I still only see the work that needs to be done.
July 5, 2020, 10:27 p.m.(8/8/1013 AR)
Well I'm certainly not the best of tailors, but I'm glad the efforts of the Crafters Guild to provide clothes to those in need in the Lowers had favorable results.