Written By Donella
Feb. 26, 2021, 7:07 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
My sweet Sina Silvereyes. Gone. How can it be so, when the memory of your gray eyes, so keen with all your wondering is so vivid in my memory. I can almost imagine your long-suffering expression in the glass, as you dressed my hair for the Assembly. You were with me through all the dark times, and carried burdens heavier than I, or anyone living at the time knew. I did not part with you gladly, when I married; but we both knew there were greater things to pursue. I listened to your vows to become Godsworn, I rejoiced as your mind raised you to prominence. When the time came to stand, and risk all, you looked on gargantuan terrors, and never drew back. You were never more distant than a word, and you held my hand. Life has fled you, now they say. Driven from this life by a poisoned blade. You deserved so much better. My eyes are dry; I am not so changed as to cry. But they burn as though with seawater. I will Wake for you.
Written By Donella
Feb. 26, 2021, 7:07 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Sina
Written By Natasha
Feb. 26, 2021, 6:16 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
I am about to close the case on my cousin's assassination, the former Marquis Malespero. In doing so, I hope to bring some degree of closure to his widow and the rest of my family.
Whatever form or fashion that results in, I am confident that it is the Sentinel's will. May his justice prevail.
Whatever form or fashion that results in, I am confident that it is the Sentinel's will. May his justice prevail.
Written By Ilira
Feb. 26, 2021, 4:57 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Piccola
I have never considered myself a cat lady.
It might be time to reconsider.
Hm.
The only real choice is between my woven rugs and the furballs.
It might be time to reconsider.
Hm.
The only real choice is between my woven rugs and the furballs.
Written By Viviana
Feb. 26, 2021, 4:47 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyrus
Another, Leila?! Well. Please take this along to be added in: a general. two royals. All right. BOTH.
Written By Viviana
Feb. 26, 2021, 4:31 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Noah
Someone else? Charming. Oh - well - two people agree that it shouldn't be mutually exclusive. Fine. Both it is!
Written By Viviana
Feb. 26, 2021, 4:26 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Piccola
Oh - Leila was right. Someone did respond. You're so right. Why use OR when AND is way more fun.
An intriguing rival AND a torrid love affair.
A Pravus princess could pine for that.
An intriguing rival AND a torrid love affair.
A Pravus princess could pine for that.
Written By Sydney
Feb. 26, 2021, 3:43 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Winter is lovely, beautiful even, when one steps away from the confines of the city and out into the wilds.
I will never truly be able to look upon it fondly. It always heralded a time of conservation and fasting, making do with the crop yields we'd stored away, often insufficiently. I was a farmer's daughter, but our yields were always low, and I was too young and unlearned to do more than the manual labor. I recall a particularly dire winter where many of our crops were lost to blight in the prior season. There is an upper end on what one can be expected to creatively create with leeks and broth.
My clothes were baggy on me, come spring. After that, I asked my father to take me with him when he hunted. More hunters meant more food when our crops failed.
When I came to Arx, my disposition to winter was given an altogether different context. Nothing to hunt. Nothing to gather. Nothing to scavenge. Coin dictated meals. Those with it flourished, and those without it were left in squalor in the alleys, lips chapped, fingers and toes messily covered to unsuccessfully protect against the frostbite.
Such an imperfect Dream, yet.
I will never truly be able to look upon it fondly. It always heralded a time of conservation and fasting, making do with the crop yields we'd stored away, often insufficiently. I was a farmer's daughter, but our yields were always low, and I was too young and unlearned to do more than the manual labor. I recall a particularly dire winter where many of our crops were lost to blight in the prior season. There is an upper end on what one can be expected to creatively create with leeks and broth.
My clothes were baggy on me, come spring. After that, I asked my father to take me with him when he hunted. More hunters meant more food when our crops failed.
When I came to Arx, my disposition to winter was given an altogether different context. Nothing to hunt. Nothing to gather. Nothing to scavenge. Coin dictated meals. Those with it flourished, and those without it were left in squalor in the alleys, lips chapped, fingers and toes messily covered to unsuccessfully protect against the frostbite.
Such an imperfect Dream, yet.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 26, 2021, 1:59 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
It's winter - time for the annual 'Bitching of the Southerners' journal entries.
I myself am not immune to this. I've made some good ones in the past.
But winter holds a new fascination when you have children, and mine adore snow. It's good for pushing people in to, throwing, building fortresses and snowpeoples... I see it through their eyes and it's very special.
But still, too damn cold for me to enjoy on my own without hot coffee and three layers of clothes. I should get more pyreweave someday...
I myself am not immune to this. I've made some good ones in the past.
But winter holds a new fascination when you have children, and mine adore snow. It's good for pushing people in to, throwing, building fortresses and snowpeoples... I see it through their eyes and it's very special.
But still, too damn cold for me to enjoy on my own without hot coffee and three layers of clothes. I should get more pyreweave someday...
Written By Deva
Feb. 26, 2021, 12:27 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Sometimes it's the little things in life that get you through. Sometimes the little things that turn out to be bigger things than you first realized. Trite as it may sound, it's also true that you don't always realize what you have until it's gone. I'm glad I've experienced a few things over the years to appreciate that now.
Written By Tyrus
Feb. 26, 2021, 10:33 a.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Viviana
It seems to me finding both in the same person would be the most interesting.
Written By Noah
Feb. 26, 2021, 10:33 a.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
On boredom:
Thank you for all that wrote. I had so many avenues to varying degrees. As it turned out, I did not actually take anyone up on them. I sat in my room, responded to messengers and then got called away. However, I have taken all the suggestions to heart. Perhaps I will still call upon them.
Thank you for all that wrote. I had so many avenues to varying degrees. As it turned out, I did not actually take anyone up on them. I sat in my room, responded to messengers and then got called away. However, I have taken all the suggestions to heart. Perhaps I will still call upon them.
Written By Noah
Feb. 26, 2021, 10:29 a.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Poison
(noun)
1. a substance with an inherent property that tends to destroy life or impair health.
2. something harmful or pernicious, as to happiness or well-being:
(verb)
3. to administer poison to (a person or animal).
4. to kill or injure with or as if with poison.
5. to put poison into or upon; saturate with poison:
(Within Court)
6. intoxication in which results are inconclusive.
7. may end in death or euphoria
(noun)
1. a substance with an inherent property that tends to destroy life or impair health.
2. something harmful or pernicious, as to happiness or well-being:
(verb)
3. to administer poison to (a person or animal).
4. to kill or injure with or as if with poison.
5. to put poison into or upon; saturate with poison:
(Within Court)
6. intoxication in which results are inconclusive.
7. may end in death or euphoria
Written By Noah
Feb. 26, 2021, 10:25 a.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Viviana
Why choose just one? Have both with the same person
Written By Piccola
Feb. 26, 2021, 9:30 a.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Viviana
To the extent your inquiry suggests mutual exclusivity, I object.
Written By Piccola
Feb. 26, 2021, 9:29 a.m.(1/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Ilira
Have I ever kept warmth from you? I cannot tell, but I am reminded of how members of a clowder oft pile atop one another in cold months upon soft blankets.
Perhaps you ought to ask the Princess Alarissa for one of her many illegitimate feline heirs. I am sure she is willing to part with a few. They provide excellent exercise if you choose to chase them; however, watch out for furniture.
Perhaps you ought to ask the Princess Alarissa for one of her many illegitimate feline heirs. I am sure she is willing to part with a few. They provide excellent exercise if you choose to chase them; however, watch out for furniture.
Written By Cristoph
Feb. 26, 2021, 7:39 a.m.(1/6/1015 AR)
An unusual number of people seem to be going around the city complimenting me. I'm not sure what the root cause of all this is, but thank you. I think.
Written By Viviana
Feb. 26, 2021, 12:58 a.m.(1/6/1015 AR)
I wonder. What would be more amusing -
A torrid love affair or an intriguing rivalry?
A torrid love affair or an intriguing rivalry?
Written By Ilira
Feb. 26, 2021, 12:53 a.m.(1/6/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Piccola
With similar poeticism and detail, I agree. Rain or summer or rain in summer are oft praised as the most intimate weather, but nothing brings people close like the need for warmth. And in the same vein, nothing cuts like a lack of it on the coldest nights.
Written By Victus
Feb. 25, 2021, 11:42 p.m.(1/6/1015 AR)
I’ve awoken to a missive most appreciated. The man penned that he’d taken our enemies head on. Put them to the blade and let their treasures spill freely.
Ah. It’s always a good morning when it begins with such fine news.
Ah. It’s always a good morning when it begins with such fine news.
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