Written By Delilah
April 3, 2022, 9:42 p.m.(5/25/1017 AR)
Correspondence remains to be sent, though I whittled down the stack of letters. So many lives and stories await to be heard, mysteries to unravel, dramas to watch. These are minor, trifling indulgences in a tapestry of wonders.
While Bastion remains an aching void in the heart, I reacquaint myself with the hopes and wonders of this city. Of its people.
And though I am a stranger, will it always be so?
Written By Delilah
Feb. 22, 2021, 7:32 p.m.(12/27/1014 AR)
For what words contain the horror done?
What wretched impulse guides a wicked blade?
What cruelty informs a stunning fiat against order and kindness?
We could weep. Indeed, may we rage, seized by wrath.
The hour is not done. The tears, though falling, do not signal a hope dead, a dream spent.
It will not bring back my dearest friend. It will not send her winging on prayers and hopes and smiles into Death's sweet embrace any faster.
But I vow not revenge, but to live /well/.
Written By Delilah
Jan. 29, 2021, 8:13 a.m.(11/4/1014 AR)
Written By Delilah
Jan. 16, 2021, 11:08 p.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
When the face of danger resolves itself, then what?
Life is precious, fight all the more for it.
Written By Delilah
Jan. 5, 2021, 2:37 p.m.(9/12/1014 AR)
Written By Delilah
Dec. 31, 2020, 2:03 p.m.(9/2/1014 AR)
Written By Delilah
Dec. 30, 2020, 10:09 p.m.(9/1/1014 AR)
Written By Delilah
Dec. 14, 2020, 5:07 p.m.(7/24/1014 AR)
Who would have guessed?
Written By Delilah
Dec. 14, 2020, 8:46 a.m.(7/24/1014 AR)
Stone chips. Wood buckles. Glass cracks. We can plaster and sculpt, build and shape, and that will give us strength and purpose.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 11, 2020, 6:51 p.m.(7/19/1014 AR)
Written By Delilah
Dec. 11, 2020, 1:46 p.m.(7/18/1014 AR)
I hope they're all well.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 8, 2020, 4:09 p.m.(7/12/1014 AR)
So many miles to travel and countless more to go, small gifts nonetheless might be found.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 7, 2020, 11:33 a.m.(7/10/1014 AR)
It will not be easy, and there are dark clouds driven before us. On this dark night, I cleave to hope.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 4, 2020, 7:09 p.m.(7/5/1014 AR)
Dame Felicia does a service not only to the Scholars, but as a persistent, unshakeable source of strength and conviction.
Also, that SPIDER! I must have been caught admiring Bonehilda at least six times.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 3, 2020, 9:59 a.m.(7/2/1014 AR)
Written By Delilah
Dec. 3, 2020, 9:48 a.m.(7/2/1014 AR)
Or more extravagantly, a bonanza of chew toys. These little clouds are a delight, I suppose -- having never grown up with so many pups about, I feel rather like a hawk or cat among a parliament of ravens. Still, these sweet little bundles of energy are far more exciting than croaking corvids, mostly because of the sheer furry intensity of them all.
Try watching a fat-bellied puppy climb over a mountain of its siblings to be the one to catch some passing bit of fluff, a dandelion's spark and you'll know what I mean.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 30, 2020, 11:44 a.m.(6/24/1014 AR)
The voice crying out in the darkness will be answered.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 30, 2020, 9:51 a.m.(6/24/1014 AR)
Not that I fail to appreciate the impact of inspiring armies or their needs, but unless it comes down to a broader understanding of historical impacts, this so isn't my strong suit. Let us all be grateful for the expertise brought by those around us.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 21, 2020, 9:50 a.m.(6/6/1014 AR)
Written By Delilah
Nov. 1, 2020, 8:52 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
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