Written By Myrinda
Nov. 5, 2016, 10:45 a.m.(1/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
When your lives and your livelihood depend on the people above you, it isn't so easy. It isn't so easy to walk into a ward and not know what may happen to you. It isn't /easy/.
Don't pull this bullshit on us. Do not piss on us and tell us it is raining.
Crafters and commoners matter too.
Written By Cicero
Nov. 5, 2016, 10:11 a.m.(1/14/1005 AR)
Eyes matched by the mix of blues
Benefit to both
Written By Dawn
Nov. 5, 2016, 9:52 a.m.(1/14/1005 AR)
Our actions determine the world around us. We paint our lives with the colours of our own choices, and being able to do a thing is not always enough justification to act.
Acting before every angle is considered invites larger ripples than we intended. Suddenly, a choice made and an action taken against one person becomes fuel for choices and actions made by twenty, and from those twenty on to a hundred. In days such as these, when the fears of an entire city simmer under the provocation of this year's events, do we want to be the brushfire or do we want to be the rain? It is often the harder choice to be the one who deescalates. But where fire might touch and burn several, the rain touches so many more.
Save your fire for those who truly deserve it. There are challenges arrayed against Arx and Arvum, against city and Compact, that we will have to meet as a people united. All of us are needed and we must turn outward, together, rather than scour ourselves from the inside. Let us not do the work of our enemies for them.
Written By Signe
Nov. 5, 2016, 9:02 a.m.(1/14/1005 AR)
It's cold and I am feeling under the weather.
Vidar seems to be upset. He is very quiet. He does not leave my bed. I am worried about him too.
Written By Natalia
Nov. 5, 2016, 8:38 a.m.(1/13/1005 AR)
Written By Max
Nov. 5, 2016, 4:29 a.m.(1/13/1005 AR)
She found my previous entry in the stacks and made her displeasure known. I did say she's not as vapid she seems. She wants my help with some Jaysus festival. I honor the gods, but this is womens work and I need to see what my resources and house needs are before I commit to helping a pissed off perfumed princess. I will have to consult with my factors then get back to her.
I engaged this evening with Prince Valarius of the Thrax, and I confess... unless my meeting with Donella goes FANTASTICALLY well, I am concerned for the direction my liege house is taking. How have the Thrax gotten so soft? Does the mainland infect a sailors soul and make him into a fop? If this is so, I will set sail immediately and this cities politics -be damned-. Valarius is not irredeemable, but he seems so content to sip his sweet wines and gossip with women.
I am going to drag him to sea and combat, and put hair on his goddamn balls.
I swear it.
Written By Isolde
Nov. 5, 2016, 4:06 a.m.(1/13/1005 AR)
Written By Serafine
Nov. 5, 2016, 3:15 a.m.(1/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 4, 2016, 10:40 p.m.(1/12/1005 AR)
[the page gets splotchy, items are scratched out]
I've been shown so much unexpected kindness the many hours hence, from every corner of the city. I am humbled, and I am grateful.
No, scholar. I'll return another day.
Written By Dafne
Nov. 4, 2016, 6:21 p.m.(1/12/1005 AR)
I found no answers. I don't know what I was expecting. I don't even know which questions I was asking. Explosions? The questions of life and death and the delicate veil between?
I only know that I--enjoy graveyards. Sylvie thinks me mad, I know. It is--well, sometimes they are peaceful, yes. It is peaceful where no one can speak, when the souls that rest beside you, rest in companionable silence. But sometimes there is a stillness to them that goes beyond peace. It's an electric hesitation, a pause, as something waits...something lurks...something is almost, but not quite there.
And that something prickles at my skin.
Perhaps I should make this a poem.
Written By Yasmine
Nov. 4, 2016, 6:04 p.m.(1/12/1005 AR)
Then someone got into a fight at Murder of Crows.
It was loud. I woke up.
It was a beautiful dream, though.
Written By Sabella
Nov. 4, 2016, 3:11 p.m.(1/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 4, 2016, 2:57 p.m.(1/11/1005 AR)
Alright fine, ask your question.
Well yes, of course I'm going to the Grayson gala. That's a ridiculous question. I had my braid hacked off, not my sense of pride. Honestly.
Written By Natalia
Nov. 4, 2016, 6:19 a.m.(1/10/1005 AR)
Laric liked his outfit and I was pleased that others asked me to help design theirs. I do hope that they like them.
It is sometimes hard to shop for other people. Sabella wanted yellow. It occurs to me that I do not have a yellow outfit. Perhaps I should change this. The other one I spent more time picking just the right colors. I do hope she likes it.
I know that people find me rather vapid about such things, but if you make a person feel good about themselves. They remember.
Written By Max
Nov. 4, 2016, 3:19 a.m.(1/10/1005 AR)
I wandered the streets last night, unable to sleep. I wandered into a three way sword battle between a poetic fop, a man no particular skill, and a woman with a sword as sharp as any. I admit, I do not find an armed woman entirely appropriate, but I will only share that sentiment quietly when she is in ear shot.
I had tea in the 'Salon', with Princess Natalia. She did not find me entirely good company, partially by design and partially by nature. She is not as vapid as she seems, but her company is like the tea she drinks. Something that starts hot, and many find delightful, but quickly cools and no good Thraxian appreciates.
Written By Natalia
Nov. 4, 2016, 3:05 a.m.(1/10/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabella
We talked on fashion and parties and of course men. Such is the life of nobility. I am glad that she is back around.
Written By Deva
Nov. 3, 2016, 9:28 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)
Written By Myrinda
Nov. 3, 2016, 8:58 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
He is officially banned from my shop. I will not make any clothes for that fool regardless of who comes to commission it until he APOLOGIZES for attempting to put a fellow crafter in her PLACE.
And he recompenses Joscelin for her hair in silver.
Place, you say? Why don't you learn yours, you ill-gotten seed of a noble.
Written By Max
Nov. 3, 2016, 8:26 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)
But all good things must end. Once more into the stone quay, and once more into perfumed purgatory.
Written By Donella
Nov. 3, 2016, 6:41 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)
This will be after my memorial for Genevieve. She would have wanted her people, the people of all the Compact, taken care of. It would have been like her to remind others that they have duties that do not include endless parties, and gallons of spirits. To be honest, all that is beginning to grate. Genny had a good heart, that was stopped too soon. I need to do something of substance.
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