Jan. 2, 2023, 7:18 a.m.(2/26/1019 AR)
It's common for people to have "falling" dreams, common enough for ridiculous superstitions to spring up around them, like the one where if you hit the ground in the dream you die for real (even if this were true, and it's not, how would anyone *know*?). I've been having jumping dreams. There's always a cliff, or a rooftop, or a tree. Sometimes I'm running. Sometimes I'm just bracing on the edge. Sometimes I can see where I want to land, and sometimes I can't see anything at all. Every time, though, every time I make the leap, because every time I know I *have* to get to wherever I'm trying to go. It's an eternity in the air, waiting and second guessing well after it's too late for second guesses.
The dream never lasts long enough for me to be able to tell how it works out.
...So I guess I admit that I've yet to have one where I actually hit the ground.
Jan. 1, 2023, 9:53 p.m.(2/25/1019 AR)
I cannot believe how fast Lily is growing, she is almost five now and she knows how to give me troubles. How do you tell a child that now understands you're going away that it's okay and you will be back. But she knows, somehow, she knows how serious this trip back home is, she has been having nightmares at night and they been long nights staying up with her. How do you tell her or denie her when she asks you to stay.
Jan. 1, 2023, 9:41 p.m.(2/25/1019 AR)
Someone asked me what I would change about myself. How am I supposed to answer that? What does that even mean!
Jan. 1, 2023, 9:34 p.m.(2/25/1019 AR)
I enjoyed meeting new people at the ball in Saikland Greens, I am thankful for the invite I had a pleasure wwwwwwwwwmeeting everyone and having a good time.
Jan. 1, 2023, 8:38 p.m.(2/25/1019 AR)
I've had some thought-provoking conversations since I last saw you, Scholar, as well as some conversations that weren't so thought-provoking. But I did get to demonstrate to someone just how you take down someone wielding a greataxe with just a knife, so that was nice. There's a technique to taking on people with longer weapons, and I can teach how it's done if you're interested. Eh? No, I have to make a living somehow, there's no 'Lord' in front of my name, and most of the silks are probably quite relieved about that.
Jan. 1, 2023, 8:16 p.m.(2/25/1019 AR)
I've decided that I just need to get back out and into things. Wounds are healed physically and others will heal over time.
Jan. 1, 2023, 7:54 p.m.(2/25/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on
You will see no sadness or regrets expressed here regarding the death of the former Duke of house Tyde, in spite of the fact that I got along with him well enough in the past. Perhaps if he'd tried to exert his claim before he sat back and allowed division to run rampant through the Mourning Isles for years, I'd have been among those to follow him. With the way that things shook out, however, the only thing his death brings me is relief. Perhaps now those who were following him will see sense so that we can turn our attention to the true enemies we have.
Jan. 1, 2023, 7:35 p.m.(2/25/1019 AR)
It is my distinct honor to have the opportunity to ride and travel with the Knights of Solace. For those who enjoy an opportunity to range out and see the world, all while performing an honorable duty to your fellows? It's hard to beat.
Jan. 1, 2023, 6:07 p.m.(2/25/1019 AR)
A frosted walk through the Gardens here are still quite worth it.
A fine break from scouring the old stories in the archives of artefacts.
Jan. 1, 2023, 6:06 p.m.(2/25/1019 AR)
A delight to host something once more in the city here. Truly the Baroness Natalia did excel, I was there as supporting act, but it certainly has got me planning.
At least something to take the edge off.
Jan. 1, 2023, 4:51 p.m.(2/25/1019 AR)
I had to leave a tavern in the midst of a very intersting conversation. I wonder what an animal lord gaspard would assign me. i look forward to continuing the converstion
Jan. 1, 2023, 2:14 p.m.(2/25/1019 AR)
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Saikland Greens is always an interesting trip. One is never quite sure of what will be found there, though to find many dances that went long into the early hours of the following day was the best treat. That and meeting new faces. Though the dances are what's the point here.
Jan. 1, 2023, 11:44 a.m.(2/25/1019 AR)
One can never live up to everyone's expectations but it is superbly brutal when it is your own.
Jan. 1, 2023, 9:54 a.m.(2/24/1019 AR)
The Badger Boardinghouse is a lovely place to meet new acquaintances, further existing ones, and enjoy a hot drink on a cold snowy night. This time, it definitely was not tea.
Jan. 1, 2023, 9:54 a.m.(2/24/1019 AR)
I will be quite pleased when winter finally passes. Every time the weather turns a hint more mild, more accommodating for moving about the city, I fall for it and then find myself blundering home in a blizzard-like bluster.
Jan. 1, 2023, 6:11 a.m.(2/24/1019 AR)
I think I may need to commission a hairpin or similar. Not that I could effectively wield such a thing. However, recently Lord Savio Amadeo referred to me as "Doomneedle" and it seems a fitting name for a sharp object.
Dec. 31, 2022, 9:17 p.m.(2/23/1019 AR)
Will winter's interminable droning never end? I've already read the same book four times and I'm dreading the day I'll run out of stories for the children. Maybe I can arrange to sleep on board a vessel instead, so I can scratch this damnable itch.
Dec. 31, 2022, 6:49 p.m.(2/23/1019 AR)
I have wandered since last spring, stepped through wildflower meadows and laid in soft grass beneath the canopies of Northland forest glades. My dreams beckoned me back to Arx: stone and mortar and brick. A home, of sorts. I have missed it.
Dec. 30, 2022, 12:39 p.m.(2/21/1019 AR)
I find myself recalling those who we have lost, particularly those I was close to. It's not that time of year or anything, at least not more than usual. Just some sober reflection is underway, and that is perhaps never a bad thing.
I'd list them, but by now there are too many to list, too many heart aches to track. And yet, there are still happy moments, precious moments, beautiful moments, passionate moments.
Life continues. And we remember.
Dec. 29, 2022, 8:03 p.m.(2/19/1019 AR)
I've had some in-depth conversations with Lady Bonnie Shepherd, talking about duty, telling her of what sort of a person I want to be. She used to claw from the world what she could, taking from those weaker than herself, and though she seems to have reformed, I feel as though she is shaped by her past. Then again, aren't we all?
The two of us are so very different, and yet I enjoy her company immensely.