Written By Tarik
June 6, 2021, 12:45 p.m.(8/11/1015 AR)
Another hot summer in Arx is almost over. I amazed that I did not drown in my own sweat from all of this heat. Oh well, I am thinking perhaps throwing some sort of winter event at the Hart when it is gets colder. I have to check my schedule.
Written By Cesare
June 6, 2021, 12:40 p.m.(8/11/1015 AR)
I suppose it's that time again. Yes, I only seem to catalogue social events, I realize. I'm not sure what else one might come to expect from the public reminiscings of a Whisper, but here, as usual, we find ourselves once more - this week on the threshold of the newly-opened Cavaedium within the Embassy of Scales, truly a feat of aesthetic planning and design whose excellence ought to be acknowledged openly. I've never had the privilege of meeting any Cardians before, and Tribune Livy played the role of hostess with all the adeptness and grace a Whisper could possibly hope to compliment, despite the overwhelming success of the event which meant she was at all times overrun with well-wishers and greeters. I only did my best to keep up with those I intended to speak to - and my best to provide a proper escort to Lord Apollo, although I should probably apologize for abandoning him to his own devices in order to attend said social obligations. But I'm sure he understand, or ought to, having done his own time in Whisper House.
Also, perhaps predictably, as the summer wears on and the parade of parties and events continues, I find myself becoming prodigiously busy. Between what I need to do and what I want to do, there are hardly enough hours in the day. I travel to Tremorus soon, with the best of intentions and the hope that those intentions and my relative inexperience don't combine to make a fool of me. I've agreed to perform at Mockingbird Evaristo's fete shortly after my return and will also be taking a role in his musical production. Guildmaster Caprice, Samira Culler, and I are attempting to plan a party of our own given our multitude of mutual interests, and I've also committed to performing at Caprice's Autumn Faire. So - as you can see - I've filled my plate rather thoroughly.
I think that's all I have to say for now, publicly. Doubtless you've been waiting breathlessly on the edge of your seats to hear what I've been up to, and hanging on every word of my thrilling tale of hobnobbing and fraternization. Don't worry - perhaps next week I'll be eaten by a were-crocodile, and that will surely make for a more interesting journal entry.
Also, perhaps predictably, as the summer wears on and the parade of parties and events continues, I find myself becoming prodigiously busy. Between what I need to do and what I want to do, there are hardly enough hours in the day. I travel to Tremorus soon, with the best of intentions and the hope that those intentions and my relative inexperience don't combine to make a fool of me. I've agreed to perform at Mockingbird Evaristo's fete shortly after my return and will also be taking a role in his musical production. Guildmaster Caprice, Samira Culler, and I are attempting to plan a party of our own given our multitude of mutual interests, and I've also committed to performing at Caprice's Autumn Faire. So - as you can see - I've filled my plate rather thoroughly.
I think that's all I have to say for now, publicly. Doubtless you've been waiting breathlessly on the edge of your seats to hear what I've been up to, and hanging on every word of my thrilling tale of hobnobbing and fraternization. Don't worry - perhaps next week I'll be eaten by a were-crocodile, and that will surely make for a more interesting journal entry.
Written By Raimon
June 6, 2021, 12:03 p.m.(8/11/1015 AR)
A triptych of Haiku at the Zen Garden, whilst having Rose Tea: (( The Jade Moon's Rose Tea turned out to be the -perfect- visual metaphor. In -so- many ways. Kudos to the designer! ))
Sweltering Summer;
No one wants to move too fast . . .
Yet movements -make- Wind!
Low angry clouds loom;
Burn hot the daily tensions . . .
Welcome, sunset rain!
Destiny unfolds;
What was once Rose changes form . . .
Invigorating!
Sweltering Summer;
No one wants to move too fast . . .
Yet movements -make- Wind!
Low angry clouds loom;
Burn hot the daily tensions . . .
Welcome, sunset rain!
Destiny unfolds;
What was once Rose changes form . . .
Invigorating!
Written By Gael
June 6, 2021, 11:06 a.m.(8/10/1015 AR)
I can't stand this heat, scholar. I can't.
Every step I take out on the beach, shingles clattering between my feet, is like an excuse for this hot world we're in to suck the sweat right out of me. I can't feel my face most of the time, my knee starts acting up, getting numb, getting painful. Almost as though the warmth wakes all of those scarred and sore tendons, them then crying for relief. I can't give it to them. The whole left side of my body is dead, sensation leaves my extremities, indigestion starts acting up as if my throat was drying up, too dry and too withered for even water to flow, food to dissolve.
It's like the rain, I can always tell when it rains. The itching, the pin-prickling tingle on my left leg. Happens the same when the afternoon's going to be particularly hot, a strange cold crawls up from the foot, sets on the cap of my knee, and there it stays. There it stays, and worsens, growing increasingly cold until it is the kind of coldness that burns, sears into the skin, and sure enough, the temperature worsens. The air becomes just about hot enough to melt you into nothing, eventually.
My destitute, pathetic self is rotting away in this heat, and yet, I wear this damn coat.
Strength, scholar. Strength to continue the task at hand.
. . . or else.
Every step I take out on the beach, shingles clattering between my feet, is like an excuse for this hot world we're in to suck the sweat right out of me. I can't feel my face most of the time, my knee starts acting up, getting numb, getting painful. Almost as though the warmth wakes all of those scarred and sore tendons, them then crying for relief. I can't give it to them. The whole left side of my body is dead, sensation leaves my extremities, indigestion starts acting up as if my throat was drying up, too dry and too withered for even water to flow, food to dissolve.
It's like the rain, I can always tell when it rains. The itching, the pin-prickling tingle on my left leg. Happens the same when the afternoon's going to be particularly hot, a strange cold crawls up from the foot, sets on the cap of my knee, and there it stays. There it stays, and worsens, growing increasingly cold until it is the kind of coldness that burns, sears into the skin, and sure enough, the temperature worsens. The air becomes just about hot enough to melt you into nothing, eventually.
My destitute, pathetic self is rotting away in this heat, and yet, I wear this damn coat.
Strength, scholar. Strength to continue the task at hand.
. . . or else.
Written By Isabeau
June 6, 2021, 10:04 a.m.(8/10/1015 AR)
Princess Donella Redrain held a concert benefitting Heart in Hand a couple days ago. The music was beautiful, the message was beautiful, dear scholar. We will run more events soon, individually or as a whole, and hopefully in tandem with other groups and organizations to support any number of causes to bring hope to those who need it.
Written By Deva
June 6, 2021, 9:14 a.m.(8/10/1015 AR)
Chasing personal satisfaction is so fleeting, isn't it? Like trying to hold sand in your hand, but it keeps slipping through your fingers. I need to forget all that and fight for tomorrow.
Written By Savio
June 6, 2021, 12:29 a.m.(8/10/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Apollo
There's a space between 'enough' and 'more'
That my friend has asked me to explore
But upon self-reflection
It came out with dejection --
He might not ask me to write anymore.
This is not the poem.
This is just a tribute.
That my friend has asked me to explore
But upon self-reflection
It came out with dejection --
He might not ask me to write anymore.
This is not the poem.
This is just a tribute.
Written By Cambria
June 5, 2021, 11:49 p.m.(8/10/1015 AR)
In this wilderness of mirrors, everyone pretends.
Written By Rosalind
June 5, 2021, 5:18 p.m.(8/9/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Poppy
I'm ready to start training when you are! What did you want to start with first?! Other than you know, getting you a proper pair of pants!
Written By Rosalind
June 5, 2021, 5:17 p.m.(8/9/1015 AR)
It's been great having a my house full and busy! Did you write that down?! Bus.y! The plans that are being made make me so so excited! I can barely sit still! What?! I can you know. Sorta. I know I know. It's rare! But on that note, I should well--uh---the woods need me! BYYEEE!
Written By Rosalind
June 5, 2021, 5:04 p.m.(8/9/1015 AR)
Its about that time, scholar. You know. THAT TIME! The one where I complain..THAT I'M MELTING! I tried to get Poppy to have a party. To cool everyone off, but she was talking about warm bodies making it dirty. I honestly don't know what she's talking about. I just know it would feel amazing!
Written By Cufre
June 5, 2021, 11:27 a.m.(8/9/1015 AR)
I've been putting a lot of time into filling the shelves of the shop lately. Keeping my hands busy seems to keep my mind busy enough. And the few times I've taken a bit of a pause, there was always someone there to turn my mind to things outside of myself.
I've come to see how summer is a beginning in the shop. It's too hot to run the forge unless I am intentionally trying to punish myself with thoughts of how unbearably hot it is (and, truth told, that has its uses) so I am put to working with stones more. Finding new ways to put them together. It's trickier with them than it is with glass. There's far more cost and no room for going back.
I've come to see how summer is a beginning in the shop. It's too hot to run the forge unless I am intentionally trying to punish myself with thoughts of how unbearably hot it is (and, truth told, that has its uses) so I am put to working with stones more. Finding new ways to put them together. It's trickier with them than it is with glass. There's far more cost and no room for going back.
Written By Cambria
June 4, 2021, 10:06 p.m.(8/7/1015 AR)
One of the delights of my grandmother, that I recall from childhood, was to feed the cats that lord over the family tombs. I can still see in my mind's eye her walking very slowly, with the aid of a staff, preceded by a particular feline who would stop from time to time in order to make sure she was still following. He would never continue until she caught up.
I find this memory very comforting.
I find this memory very comforting.
Written By Graziella
June 4, 2021, 8:35 p.m.(8/7/1015 AR)
0o..excerpt from a longer piece..o0
The story goes
Or the way that I was told...
There was a king that always felt too high
And then he felt too low
And so he called
All the wise men to the hall
And he begged them for a gift
To end the rises and the falls
And here's the thing?
They came back with a ring
It was simple and was plainly
Unbefitting of a king
Engraved in black
Well, it had no front or back
But there were words around the band that said
Just know: This Too Shall Pass
I've been meaning to write children's book, I think there is a fable in that old poem worth telling...
What do you think, Scholar?
The story goes
Or the way that I was told...
There was a king that always felt too high
And then he felt too low
And so he called
All the wise men to the hall
And he begged them for a gift
To end the rises and the falls
And here's the thing?
They came back with a ring
It was simple and was plainly
Unbefitting of a king
Engraved in black
Well, it had no front or back
But there were words around the band that said
Just know: This Too Shall Pass
I've been meaning to write children's book, I think there is a fable in that old poem worth telling...
What do you think, Scholar?
Written By Sydney
June 4, 2021, 6:18 p.m.(8/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Viviana
I mean, I suppose one could put silver anywhere, but some places are less advisable. Knew someone who thought it was the safest place for their wages.
It made for an interesting autopsy, I'm sure.
...silver doesn't need to be everywhere, that's for damned sure.
It made for an interesting autopsy, I'm sure.
...silver doesn't need to be everywhere, that's for damned sure.
Written By Piccola
June 4, 2021, 3:54 p.m.(8/7/1015 AR)
Remember, wise general: the will of the stubborn few is the most important driving force in history.
Written By Lianne
June 4, 2021, 2:43 a.m.(8/6/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Medeia
I'm very much looking forward to visiting Eswyndol for your poetry event. I've only been hosting because I've missed Princess Helena's readings so terribly. It thrills me to have another taking up the mantle, even if only for a night. I look forward both to your own verse and to what others bring. The creativity in the capital this season has been astounding.
Written By Deva
June 4, 2021, 12:13 a.m.(8/6/1015 AR)
I wish the winds didn't change so quickly. Just when I think I'm used to them, they change course and I'm lost all over again.
Written By Benedetto
June 3, 2021, 10:25 p.m.(8/5/1015 AR)
I think perhaps I might need to take a few etiquette classes with the whispers.
Written By Viviana
June 3, 2021, 10:04 p.m.(8/5/1015 AR)
Silver sand. There's silver in the sand.
There's silver everywhere - for the creative.
There's silver everywhere - for the creative.
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