Written By Esera
Nov. 27, 2016, 11:32 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
My cousin is cold, like starlight -- a distant, beautiful thing. I grew up with her. Played beside her, as a child. We are family. Through every loss and hurt, we are bonded -- and she has had to carry the burden of so much loss and hurt. So much more than I have lost. Than I could imagine losing. I do not like to see her grief turned against her. Black widow, indeed. It is no wonder she is cold.
Written By Dafne
Nov. 27, 2016, 11:03 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
I've taught Nightshade to carry messages. What a clever kitten she is.
Someone asked me if he hallucinated the arrival of kitten-post. That made all the effort worth it.
Someone asked me if he hallucinated the arrival of kitten-post. That made all the effort worth it.
Written By Eleyna
Nov. 27, 2016, 11:01 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Blacktongue
Our verbal sparring is as satisfying as his counsel is valuable. I would not call our friendship unlikely, but it could have just as easily soured into cruelty and sharp words.
I find myself rather glad that it did not.
I find myself rather glad that it did not.
Written By Audric
Nov. 27, 2016, 11 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
A new friend! We ran into him in the Hundred Cities, and I'm fairly certain that he thought we were there to terrify him. We pretended that for a moment, I'll admit, because it was funny. Good taste in whiskey, too.
Written By Audric
Nov. 27, 2016, 10:58 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dafne
Who uses a cat as a messenger? It's very impressive. I had something to actually write about the woman, but this is far more important. I was vexed with a small cat showed up with a letter tied around its neck, I'll admit.
Written By Audric
Nov. 27, 2016, 10:58 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
You know, I've heard more than a few people mention that he's unpleasant and terrible to be around. I quite disagree. Once you know the man, he's hilarious!
Written By Eleyna
Nov. 27, 2016, 10:50 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Niccolo
My beloved uncle. There is no mistaking that it was his hand that crafted my wits and my mind. I have ever strived to be worthy of his respect and admiration.
Written By Eleyna
Nov. 27, 2016, 10:48 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
When I was a little girl, I was in love with the small birds that used to flutter in my mother's menagerie. Birds of all colors with their sweet little voices chirping on the breeze. Perhaps I only loved them because she did and I was ever trying to win myself into her graces.
I remember her as very beautiful, but very cold. Whatever joy she showed was reserved for those birds. I was desperate to hold one, to catch one. I believed that, if I did, I could win my mother's admiration. Maybe even her love.
As any small child does, I chased. I stalked. I tried to devise cunning plans that only resulted in those birds forever eluding my grasp.
One day, in a rare moment that she actually saw me, my mother found me in the menagerie, chasing those birds. She did not scold me, but instead, she taught me how to sit very still, very quiet with a few seeds in my hand. And let the birds come to me.
I thought I sat there for hours, waiting for one of the brightly-feathered darlings to alight into my palm. Finally, just when I had given up hope, a small, bright-eyed little blackbird landed in my palm and pecked at the seed there. I remember the delight I felt as my mother laughed and kissed me, the first I can remember from her.
And the last. She died the following winter. My memories of my mother are few, but her lesson in patience remains even now.
I remember her as very beautiful, but very cold. Whatever joy she showed was reserved for those birds. I was desperate to hold one, to catch one. I believed that, if I did, I could win my mother's admiration. Maybe even her love.
As any small child does, I chased. I stalked. I tried to devise cunning plans that only resulted in those birds forever eluding my grasp.
One day, in a rare moment that she actually saw me, my mother found me in the menagerie, chasing those birds. She did not scold me, but instead, she taught me how to sit very still, very quiet with a few seeds in my hand. And let the birds come to me.
I thought I sat there for hours, waiting for one of the brightly-feathered darlings to alight into my palm. Finally, just when I had given up hope, a small, bright-eyed little blackbird landed in my palm and pecked at the seed there. I remember the delight I felt as my mother laughed and kissed me, the first I can remember from her.
And the last. She died the following winter. My memories of my mother are few, but her lesson in patience remains even now.
Written By Silas
Nov. 27, 2016, 10:23 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
The key to getting people to like you is to be likeable... and if you're a likeable person this doesn't entail any effort. If you're not, perhaps you're witty enough to fool people into thinking otherwise.
But the truly enviable people who just don't care.
I have not met such a person.
But the truly enviable people who just don't care.
I have not met such a person.
Written By Ianthe
Nov. 27, 2016, 10:08 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
No matter how many times and in how many ways I try to convince people who I am, they persist in believing me better. I refuse to feel guilt for disappointing expectations that I tried to dissuade them from in the first place.
Chaos is my nature.
Chaos is my nature.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 27, 2016, 9:32 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
I met her earlier this week and I was surprised. A little impressed as well. She was difficult to read, put up a wall of smiles and hidden scrutiny.
This isn't a bad idea as the ruler-presumptive. Necessary, more than likely. I commend her for the skill of it.
It will take a great deal of strength and patience for a person to govern us through the days to come. I hope she is up the the task. Someone needs to be.
This isn't a bad idea as the ruler-presumptive. Necessary, more than likely. I commend her for the skill of it.
It will take a great deal of strength and patience for a person to govern us through the days to come. I hope she is up the the task. Someone needs to be.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 27, 2016, 9:26 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
The Explorer's Society.
I've met with Aislin and Cara in the past, and I expressed interesting in attending this meeting. I am curious of what goes on, the purpose behind the meeting, and of the group. I am looking forward to attending.
What's appropriate to bring to such a thing? Honeycakes? Mead?
I've met with Aislin and Cara in the past, and I expressed interesting in attending this meeting. I am curious of what goes on, the purpose behind the meeting, and of the group. I am looking forward to attending.
What's appropriate to bring to such a thing? Honeycakes? Mead?
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 27, 2016, 9:19 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Wolbrand was my mentor, the last of several and by far the most skilled. His grunt of approval would have me brimming with pride for days, and his disapproval taught me to take the criticism constructively and let everything else fall away.
His disappearance is a shock. I remember his tools, so lovingly kept, a hammer he promised to will to me, begrudgingly, that I doubt I'll see again, or hold in my hand. His worn, well-broken in anvils, his gravers, his stone-setting tools.
His hands were gnarled but could do the most delicate of work.
I am conflicted. As his student, I am sad that he is gone, I grieve the loss of his skill and knowledge. As his Guildmaster, I am worried about the rest of my crafters, the desire to draw them in protectively battles with my instinct to let trade and commerce continue uninterrupted.
His disappearance is a shock. I remember his tools, so lovingly kept, a hammer he promised to will to me, begrudgingly, that I doubt I'll see again, or hold in my hand. His worn, well-broken in anvils, his gravers, his stone-setting tools.
His hands were gnarled but could do the most delicate of work.
I am conflicted. As his student, I am sad that he is gone, I grieve the loss of his skill and knowledge. As his Guildmaster, I am worried about the rest of my crafters, the desire to draw them in protectively battles with my instinct to let trade and commerce continue uninterrupted.
Written By Leo
Nov. 27, 2016, 9:06 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
A Malvici noble by blood, but a medic by trade, I find her experiences well suited to dealing with soldiers like me. She is another possible avenue to reconciliation. May the gods protect her in her travels.
Written By Leo
Nov. 27, 2016, 8:55 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Brusque in manner, crude in speech, but a warrior nonetheless. It has been long since I've been spoken to in that manner, but it inspires only some small nostalgia. I may be able to work with a man like this.
Written By Deva
Nov. 27, 2016, 8:47 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
Anze has a great sense of humor and a good head on his shoulders. It's a relief to see more familiar faces around the city, while at the same time it makes me miss Farhaven all the more. I think he too knows what it's like to be the one just outside the focus of attention. It's a blessing and a curse. Thank the gods for more Redrain cousins to drink with -- it's so hard to find people who will keep the pace with whiskey.
Written By Nadia
Nov. 27, 2016, 8:41 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Aksel
Aksel Nygard, Sword of Stonedeep. Right-Hand, Confidant, Best Friend. This man holds many titles, and few ever truly describe how much he and his family means to not only myself and the rest of my house. It was he who was there in my darkest of hours, and his family who were my pillars of strength when I first became a duchess naught but a year ago. There is no better man than him who deserves to carry my family's sword, nor a greater and more loyal friend than he. If only the women would stop swooning over him at every turn, then I wouldn't feel as though I need to be the overbearing little "big" sister between us. Having him here in the city, however, brings me immeasurable relief. We've a lot of things to do that will go so much easier now that he is here.
Written By Lark
Nov. 27, 2016, 8:09 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Viktarkim
Viktarkim is going to help me safely navigate the boroughs in the course of my endeavors. I’m not entirely sure how a foreign warrior is going to be less isolating than a Grayson guardsman, but I’m eager to find out.
Incidentally, I find his general manner somewhat reassuring.
Incidentally, I find his general manner somewhat reassuring.
Written By Abbas
Nov. 27, 2016, 8:06 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Many do not understand thralldom. It is not a bound cruelty. The strong can only give so much to the weak. The strong must focus on the strong. Thralldom is truly Thraxian charity and kindness. The alternative for those who cannot stand the relentless hammering of the surf is not a kind one; the mercy of Thralldom is often misunderstood.
Written By Abbas
Nov. 27, 2016, 8:03 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
I crave to see the longships with their serpent banners stretched in the Salt wind. I crave to feel the splinter of wood and the mad rush of fury when my butchers go leaping over the rails. I miss the Salt. It calls for blood and steel.
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