Written By Ripley
Aug. 18, 2021, 12:53 p.m.(1/17/1016 AR)
All I can think about are mum's biscuits and Lianne's cookies. The stew from the ambassador and these little cakes from merciers. I could eat a whole cow right now. Not Tulip though.
Maybe Tulip. Tulip steaks...
Maybe Tulip. Tulip steaks...
Written By Cahal
Aug. 18, 2021, 11:27 a.m.(1/16/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Demura
I'm very much an admirer.
I doubt anyone is surprised.
I doubt anyone is surprised.
Written By Bianca
Aug. 17, 2021, 11:43 p.m.(1/15/1016 AR)
I don't think I have ever been so ravenous in my life.
Just this evening, I had the urge to eat an entire cake. Perhaps it was inspired by the chill of winter? I *have* been pushing myself since my return to the city...
... and I was gifted a basket of cookies the other day. It would be rude if I didn't sample them.
Just this evening, I had the urge to eat an entire cake. Perhaps it was inspired by the chill of winter? I *have* been pushing myself since my return to the city...
... and I was gifted a basket of cookies the other day. It would be rude if I didn't sample them.
Written By Sedna
Aug. 17, 2021, 4:33 p.m.(1/15/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Jace
If I have any doubts over the direction our House has taken since our struggles, my cousin's appointment as Sword is not among them. Our liberation of Horderact Isle is fulfilled. Withering away underground from starvation and hopelessness, the shavs there suffered under the manipulative false leadership. A weaker person might have taken the opportunity to cut down such an enemy when they found them bested and unarmed. Instead, he takes them into custody to face justice. Jace truly is the right man to guard our family's honor.
I shall erect a monument to this moment, featuring our Sword. All who make landfall there know and remember the balance of things. ..now I just need to get my hands on some sharks. Just using fish and making them really big won't have quite the same effect.
I shall erect a monument to this moment, featuring our Sword. All who make landfall there know and remember the balance of things. ..now I just need to get my hands on some sharks. Just using fish and making them really big won't have quite the same effect.
Written By Cassimir
Aug. 17, 2021, 11:22 a.m.(1/14/1016 AR)
I have no words to describe the gratitude I feel toward the men and women who fought hard and well to uncover the truth of my wife's disappearance. I am only sorry that we were left with yet more questions than answers, in the end, all of which may never be resolved.
It is an unsettling thing to accept the bleak reality of one's own situation. As naught can be done about it, I must carry on.
It is an unsettling thing to accept the bleak reality of one's own situation. As naught can be done about it, I must carry on.
Written By Lark
Aug. 16, 2021, 10:06 p.m.(1/13/1016 AR)
Nothing beats a warmed cider from Old Oak on a cold winter's day.
Written By Natalia
Aug. 16, 2021, 9:25 p.m.(1/13/1016 AR)
I would dearly love to hear from anyone that ever beat my brother at a game of stones.
Written By Piccola
Aug. 16, 2021, 8:41 p.m.(1/13/1016 AR)
I love the winter.
The winter is the deadliest season. The chill comes without warning, ready to kill. It tests the strongest of us in ways we cannot fathom. Those who survive the cold may return, but the question is what they have lost to persevere. But those who can withstanding its full force understand all too well the important things in life. And a lover's hot mouth on one's skin after coming in from a blizzard brings the deepest of deaths.
I delight in the winter.
The winter is the deadliest season. The chill comes without warning, ready to kill. It tests the strongest of us in ways we cannot fathom. Those who survive the cold may return, but the question is what they have lost to persevere. But those who can withstanding its full force understand all too well the important things in life. And a lover's hot mouth on one's skin after coming in from a blizzard brings the deepest of deaths.
I delight in the winter.
Written By Drusila
Aug. 16, 2021, 8:31 p.m.(1/13/1016 AR)
I have taken one of the lovely dust poppy barrels strewn about the city for my own room. I adore their color and I don't want them to get frost bitten out there. They would surely die.
I wonder who put them out there. I bet the Iron Guard has been removing them.
I wonder who put them out there. I bet the Iron Guard has been removing them.
Written By Drusila
Aug. 16, 2021, 8:27 p.m.(1/13/1016 AR)
I have taken one of the lovely dust poppy barrels strewn about the city for my own room. I adore their color and I don't want them to get frost bitten out there. They would surely die.
I wonder who put them out there. I bet the Iron Guard has been removing them.
I wonder who put them out there. I bet the Iron Guard has been removing them.
Written By Ida
Aug. 16, 2021, 4:26 p.m.(1/13/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
What's interesting is that I recently had cause to help repair a wagon, and there were rumors of growls, but no purrs. I can only aspire to create things as wondrous as the clock tower, even on a much smaller scale. I'd think your dreams prophetic, but mash made from cauliflower? That's crazy.
Written By Viviana
Aug. 16, 2021, 11:58 a.m.(1/12/1016 AR)
Did you SEE her boots, Scholar?! Yes, the ones with the squids on them. She's marvelously creative, isn't she?
Written By Amari
Aug. 16, 2021, 9:30 a.m.(1/12/1016 AR)
It was an interesting week.
There was a lot of fun, a slow acclimation to a new title, an interesting and unexpected invitation, an illuminating discussion, a deal struck, several creative endeavors worked on, time spent with friends (new and old), and a little bit of pain suffered. It does sting when you realize just how far on the fringes of everything you've been as you chased your dreams straight into the weeds. There's joy to be found however, in discovering far flung and forgotten rhubarb patches no one else would see fit to seek out. It's a consolation.
Chin up! You've got rhubarb! Go home and make a pie of it, and share it with your fellow fringe dwellers. Of course, it's horribly sour. Just add some sugar. Where is this analogy even going? I don't know. Rhubarb isn't in season. Substitute with turnip, I guess?
Let's just return to my original assertion. It was an interesting week. I hope yours was too, or this next one will be if it wasn't.
There was a lot of fun, a slow acclimation to a new title, an interesting and unexpected invitation, an illuminating discussion, a deal struck, several creative endeavors worked on, time spent with friends (new and old), and a little bit of pain suffered. It does sting when you realize just how far on the fringes of everything you've been as you chased your dreams straight into the weeds. There's joy to be found however, in discovering far flung and forgotten rhubarb patches no one else would see fit to seek out. It's a consolation.
Chin up! You've got rhubarb! Go home and make a pie of it, and share it with your fellow fringe dwellers. Of course, it's horribly sour. Just add some sugar. Where is this analogy even going? I don't know. Rhubarb isn't in season. Substitute with turnip, I guess?
Let's just return to my original assertion. It was an interesting week. I hope yours was too, or this next one will be if it wasn't.
Written By Gwenna
Aug. 16, 2021, 5:40 a.m.(1/12/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
You have always been exceptionally clever, dear cousin, and I suspect you are right! If, of course, that particular set of starlight silk had rainbow seems along with a mask to match. Truly, that fabric you helped create is a wonder that I think I favor above all others. As well, I always seem to so easily give myself away at these events. Either my guards insist on following, or I forget to put my mask on before walking in...really, it's something different every time. Next event, we'll have to conspire beforehand so that I know what amazing outfit you are wearing before it's over.
Written By Haakon
Aug. 16, 2021, 2:01 a.m.(1/12/1016 AR)
Bloody southrons can't even salt fish properly.
Written By Cesare
Aug. 15, 2021, 11:03 p.m.(1/11/1016 AR)
I've been told by many individuals of southerly origin that I will doubtless come to find the winter interminable and oppressive. I concede it is entirely possible that this is true. So far, however, I am very much enjoying it. My suite is quite warm, and watching the snow fall to first limn the city and then blanket in white is, if you will allow me to be a bit saccharine, enchanting. I find particular pleasure in the mornings after heavy snowfall, before the sun has fully risen; the heavy clouds and the fresh snow all the same pale dove-grey, all the sounds slightly muffled, as if reality is just one step removed. And there's also something to the transience of those moments - knowing the snow will be trodden into, melted, the city will wake and fill with the sounds of carriages, horses, people bustling about. The transience sometimes makes those moments more precious.
Check back with me in a month or so, though. I may have changed my mind, and semi-permanently relocated to a subterranean hot spring.
Check back with me in a month or so, though. I may have changed my mind, and semi-permanently relocated to a subterranean hot spring.
Written By Denica
Aug. 15, 2021, 10:23 p.m.(1/11/1016 AR)
You look like a yellow.
Today I am green.
Yesterday I was red.
Tomorrow, it's the whole rainbow.
(The page is drenches with a myriad of paint splashes, in every colour, enough that it has soaked the parchment, making waves.)
Today I am green.
Yesterday I was red.
Tomorrow, it's the whole rainbow.
(The page is drenches with a myriad of paint splashes, in every colour, enough that it has soaked the parchment, making waves.)
Written By Viviana
Aug. 15, 2021, 10:12 p.m.(1/11/1016 AR)
Such a darling. If you know, you know.
Written By Graziella
Aug. 15, 2021, 9:45 p.m.(1/11/1016 AR)
I feel as though autumn swept past me without a word... whispered in leaves, forgotten in a breeze. It -is- winter now, the snow makes that obvious enough even if I haven't had a proper accounting of the days, for some weeks now...
Have you seen my new boots? No, Scholar, don't be silly... I haven't lost them.
The ones I am wearing? Yes -- with the squids.
Have you seen my new boots? No, Scholar, don't be silly... I haven't lost them.
The ones I am wearing? Yes -- with the squids.
Written By Acacia
Aug. 15, 2021, 9:39 p.m.(1/11/1016 AR)
We tend to simplify things in the world, but things are rarely as simple as they seem when you think about it.
For example, who is more dangerous? The person with nothing left to lose or the person with everything to lose? I say it depends on the person and the circumstances.
If you don't see the whole picture it's hard to tell if you're looking at a fur rug or a live bear.
For example, who is more dangerous? The person with nothing left to lose or the person with everything to lose? I say it depends on the person and the circumstances.
If you don't see the whole picture it's hard to tell if you're looking at a fur rug or a live bear.
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