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Written By Myrinda

Oct. 4, 2016, 3:15 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Joscelin

Don't you attempt to use big words on me, little missy. If you are going to jump my son's bones, I'm only going to consider you lucky if you end up with a full belly.

Written By Joscelin

Oct. 4, 2016, 3:08 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Myrinda

My darling lady, if a night of cavorting with your son leads to -just- a hangover, I would count myself lucky.

Written By Myrinda

Oct. 4, 2016, 2:35 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Aureth

You are going to give me an aneurysm. Will that make you happy? Sending your mother into a home for doddering old fools?

I will not, however, object to grandchildren. I'm not going to live forever, you know.

Written By Myrinda

Oct. 4, 2016, 2:34 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Joscelin

My darling girl, I hope that you know what you are doing, getting yourself involved in the scamp of a son of mine. I will be sorely disappointed if either of you hurt each other.

But, you are old enough now. You are smart enough, now. I will not police your life. I only want what is best for you. That includes anything and everything you want, even if you wake up with a hangover.

Written By Joscelin

Oct. 4, 2016, 2:30 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Myrinda

I forget how long I've known this woman; practically my whole life. It's an honor to know her.

Written By Morrighan

Oct. 4, 2016, 1:50 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Fergus

I had a semi-brief meeting with the Prince - and to be honest I wasn't quite sure how it would go. Considering neither of us left The Spirits bloody or with missing teeth, I think it went well. Maybe he's not as bad as I initially thought. Fergus is a lot more of a behemoth up close than what he looks like at a distance...the distance was very deceptive. I need to order a little more fabric..

Written By Gareth

Oct. 4, 2016, 12:56 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Joscelin

A page intended to be tucked in a binder, left out for others to see...

A basket was left in my area by a practical in the House of Questions. Inside I found seven mewling kittens. Each kitten was roughly the same size, and I assume age, a few seconds apart at best but I have not seen a cat give birth in some time.

It caused me to reflect on what life would be like if all of our siblings were born at the same time, given that so much of our authority in the nobility comes from birth order. It seems to me it would be absolute chaos. Brother against brother, sister against sister, tragic really.

I recall watching kittens compete for their mothers milk, how they stepped upon each other, splaying their razor claws, the horrible indifference of nature. The horror of need taking precedence over sibling compassion. Some families in this great city behave little better than kittens.

Right now they are needy and relative to their productivity, rather expensive to care for in time and effort. This rather reminds me of the challenges facing the Lady of the House, and I find myself briefly sympathetic once again. The woman is a martyr.

One of the servants asked for a kitten for her child, I had a mind to demand the child's references, its prior history with any family pets. I had a mind to ask her, once received to explain any gaps in the child's care of the pets.

People ask for things from want, they often have no idea what responsibilities actually cost. We can't all be mindlessly in love can we? Someone has to watch the gates, don't they? When I give my friends moments to trifle with, the subject of distraction in some form or another always comes up. Is life so awful as to not face it each morning? But no, we must be distracted constantly, be it new clothing, or beautiful courtesans, or the temporary comfort found in pressing our flesh into each other. Oh yes, lets not forget this fantastic pre-occupation.

But I got distracted from kittens. Mouser's these, I can tell by the coats. The ones born to mouse have a natural camouflage suited for ambushing. The non-mousers are usually pretty. Well that about sums things up doesn't it, beware the giant ugly Shav banging SoAndSo; by the look of him he must be a great mouser.

Written By Dafne

Oct. 4, 2016, 12:44 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Valkieri

Have irritated Lord Valkieri at least twice today by my count, although there could be some debate where it was separate irritations or one extended irritations. If I irritate him fifty times by month's end, will treat myself to new volume of poetry.

After all, Lady Cara is right. Irritating him is medicinal.

Written By Aislin

Oct. 4, 2016, 12:36 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Gareth

I came across Prince Gareth carrying a basket of /kittens/, of all things, back to the Grayson estate. I ended up offering to help him, and carried the basket back part of the way. Unfortunately, at one point, a light-hearted joke was taken rather poorly, and he took the kittens stormed off. I suppose I've been away from the city too long; my sense of humor doesn't always align with everyone else's anymore.

(A shame that he got so angered, really, because I wouldn't have minded a kitten. They do make rather nice pets, and he seemed to have a surplus.)

Written By Pietro

Oct. 4, 2016, 12:34 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)

I'm sure there's no blood at all on the marble.

Today was a pretty good day. Dueled with Duchess Nadia Nightgold. It was a very long match! Vincere tricked me into fighting with one hand behind my back and I almost fell over at one point but I still gave it my all. I feel good about it.

Well, bloody and sore, but good.

The city is glorious and huge and full of new faces and new things to do and there's a menagerie and the training center is big and full of dummies.

I scared Lady Cara half to death. I feel badly about that.

Written By Joscelin

Oct. 3, 2016, 11:59 p.m.(10/1/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Myrinda

I may be a little in love with Myrinda Grayhope, Aureth Grayhope's wonderful mother.

Of course, I've been saying that for -years-.

It's still true. What a fine woman she is.

Written By Joscelin

Oct. 3, 2016, 11:33 p.m.(9/28/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Gareth

Who doesn't love kittens? -Honestly-, no one has it in for the fluffy darlings more than the Prince Inquisitor.

...don't look at me like that. I'm completely serious. I wouldn't lie about something as important as this.

Did you write it down? Prince Gareth Grayson -adores- kittens. He will tickle kitten bellies all day.

He will even -smile-.

Just ask him. I left a whole basket of the fluffiest kittens I could find on his desk this morning. Some people like flowers as a way of apology, others weapons, still more like books.

If you want to appease Gareth, just give him a bouquet of live kittens.

Written By Sina

Oct. 3, 2016, 10:01 p.m.(9/28/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Rook

Master Rook, resident of the Whisper House and under the thumb of the Grayson family, is a charming man. The first of several lessons went well, teaching him the simplest of Thraxian court dances - I'm sure he'll learn many more in the future, not that we're the most spectacular showing of dancing prowess in the Compact.

His face is pleasant to look at, as well.

Written By Jarek

Oct. 3, 2016, 9:37 p.m.(9/28/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Jaenelle

Cousin through marriage.

Written By Joscelin

Oct. 3, 2016, 4:33 p.m.(9/28/1004 AR)

Forgiveness is difficult. But when it is given and taken, it can be as relieving as sleep, or an embrace.

I am grateful.

Written By Cicero

Oct. 3, 2016, 3:24 p.m.(9/27/1004 AR)

Breakfast among roses
Tea, Wine, Breakfast. How much trust?
I took the first sip.

Written By Joscelin

Oct. 3, 2016, 11:26 a.m.(9/27/1004 AR)

I'll write more later.

For now, I'll only say this:

Why. Why must you be so wonderful in the beginning? To kiss you is to brush the edges of heaven's breath. And you burn in me, sweetly, reminding me of days long passed, when I was loved completely and whole.

But in the end it always turns out the same. I let you run through me, take over, hijack even my most basic of functions.

And I know like a fool, I will find you in the most unusual places and be unable to resist.

Curry. You beautiful, horrible, cruel mistress. Never again.

I mean it this time. I can't in this moment even remember what I loved about you to begin with. All there is, is fire and pain. Cruel bitch.

On a serious note, Prince Mason is lovely, as is Princess Lou. I wouldn't mind speaking to them again in the future.

Written By Silas

Oct. 3, 2016, 3:26 a.m.(9/26/1004 AR)

I forgot to comment on Prince Edain's leadership competition.

I didn't do as well as I'd like, but the field of competitors was impressive. Both Lady Dawn and I attempted to best the high scores - or at least tie them - and we both fell short. But why not make the attempt if there's no risk involved? Go big or go home, I say!

It was an innovative idea, I think. The amount of work Prince Edain and his attendants put into the obstacle course was not trifling; I almost wished I could make better use of it.

Written By Darren

Oct. 3, 2016, 12:28 a.m.(9/26/1004 AR)

The command contest hosted by Prince Edain was an interesting event. As with all things, I threw myself into the competition - I didn't just tell my men what to do like some of the other competitors; I followed them into battle (or the obstacles in this case) as a true leader does. It started a trend, and while I was not the winner, I competed well. And I was quite proud to see Duchess Nadia do so well - she made the House proud.

Written By Gareth

Oct. 3, 2016, 12:04 a.m.(9/26/1004 AR)

Tonight Prince Inquisitor Gareth will no doubt will himself to sleep in a cold and empty bed, or perhaps hanging from a rod in his closet, no one can be sure. Though I imagine a smile on his face while he thinks about the molten lava that should be flowing in the next few hours, from the hot vent known as Silas's rump. Gareth won't be the only one limping tomorrow.

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