Written By Tanith
April 14, 2020, 11:24 a.m.(2/11/1013 AR)
A bit of knotted, purple ribbon makes for a fine bracelet, doesn't it?
Written By Tanith
April 13, 2020, 9:05 p.m.(2/10/1013 AR)
Hop about the rafters, he said. I'm up there anyway, he pointed out.
I break an ankle, I swear to Mangata, scholar- ...you'll hear about it. Everyone will.
Honestly, though, can't I just chase after cats, or something?
I break an ankle, I swear to Mangata, scholar- ...you'll hear about it. Everyone will.
Honestly, though, can't I just chase after cats, or something?
Written By Tanith
April 12, 2020, 1:39 a.m.(2/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Emara
Your sweater smells amazing.
Stop stealing my skirts. We have the same mother, she'll make you your own.
You're not getting this sweater back.
Stop stealing my skirts. We have the same mother, she'll make you your own.
You're not getting this sweater back.
Written By Tanith
April 12, 2020, 1:30 a.m.(2/6/1013 AR)
I've had many messages and words of congratulation this past fortnight, people I've known my whole life wishing me well (but also looking surprised). I was never the kind of person who thought she'd get married; my parents rather upended any fantastic notions about how that might go, and no, Mother, I'm not mad about it, but you and Dad have more complications and partners than a horny spider.
While there's been much kindness (and gifts! what!), there's also been a fair amount of incredulity. Getting married was apparently not as surprising as -who- I was marrying. Fair; not many know that we had known each other for so long, or were so close. No one is privy to everything in anyone's life, I think my sister was the only one who was there for any of our friendship.
Make no mistake; my husband is no one you want to see in the best circumstances. He's terrifying as fuck and he's been that way for as long as I've known him, he's only gotten better at it as time has gone on. He is dour, brooding, and if you even see the hint of a blade and he's looking at you, get the Abyss out of his way. I've seen merchants pause to gape when they ask about my nuptials, watched one of the rudest drunks I've had to deal with go pale and stumble in his own vomit when he figured out which 'Tanith' I was. The collection of patrons at the Murder have become noticeably more polite, and I have struggled not to laugh out right when some crusty jackass who cursed at me last fortnight is suddenly asking me with 'please' and 'thank you' for his customary mug of poison. I suspect this will be a trend.
Is it wrong, then, that I'm so utterly delighted by it?
Probably.
Still fun though.
While there's been much kindness (and gifts! what!), there's also been a fair amount of incredulity. Getting married was apparently not as surprising as -who- I was marrying. Fair; not many know that we had known each other for so long, or were so close. No one is privy to everything in anyone's life, I think my sister was the only one who was there for any of our friendship.
Make no mistake; my husband is no one you want to see in the best circumstances. He's terrifying as fuck and he's been that way for as long as I've known him, he's only gotten better at it as time has gone on. He is dour, brooding, and if you even see the hint of a blade and he's looking at you, get the Abyss out of his way. I've seen merchants pause to gape when they ask about my nuptials, watched one of the rudest drunks I've had to deal with go pale and stumble in his own vomit when he figured out which 'Tanith' I was. The collection of patrons at the Murder have become noticeably more polite, and I have struggled not to laugh out right when some crusty jackass who cursed at me last fortnight is suddenly asking me with 'please' and 'thank you' for his customary mug of poison. I suspect this will be a trend.
Is it wrong, then, that I'm so utterly delighted by it?
Probably.
Still fun though.
Written By Tanith
April 9, 2020, 1:46 p.m.(2/1/1013 AR)
I hear a lot of rumors, some louder than others. The one in particular I can't wrap my head around is how an entire noble House is bent to ruin the reputation of a single commoner. I thought we were beneath their notice and all that? Isn't that why commoners' challenge to nobles go unanswered? We raise a fuss and it's down right -crass- to give it attention? Who'd have thought, years of cultural tradition just thrown aside because someone got their knickers in a twist over the opinion of a 'nobody'.
Written By Tanith
April 8, 2020, 8:07 p.m.(1/28/1013 AR)
Something drove us both to say something, that it was at Death's Shrine was fitting to us both. A noblewoman, one that Raymesin was actually -nice- too, bore witness and it was quite by accident. She was patient and polite and wished us well, and between her and Blessed Hamish I felt suitably seen. No change of names, simple vows that are far from small. This was for us.
Written By Tanith
April 8, 2020, 6:30 p.m.(1/28/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Raymesin
A long time, you and me. Backwards and forwards. Always.
Written By Tanith
April 8, 2020, 6:27 p.m.(1/28/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Raymesin
I suppose it is rather odd, isn't it? Getting married in Death's Shrine. Stranger still that it doesn't feel that way to me.
Scholar. Why are you looking at me funny?
Scholar. Why are you looking at me funny?
Written By Tanith
April 7, 2020, 9:36 a.m.(1/25/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Emara
So my sister's back in the city. Talk about a week of upheavals. None of them are bad. In fact, Emara might be the worst and that's only because she's the mouthiest bitch I've ever seen, and I say that lovingly, as her sister and a person that lives amongst mouthy people. She's been here two days and already she's taken over my bed like a giant, snoring weasel, she somehow talked me into letting her stay in my room, and she drank most of my personal stash of booze. Thank the gods she smells like bliss, otherwise I'd make Corrigan give her his room.
I've really, really missed her.
I've really, really missed her.
Written By Tanith
April 6, 2020, 10:51 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
Trying to maintain a man's reputation and all efforts just go flying out the window. What the Abyss kind of path is this to take? Lightly stepping to make sure things aren't blown out of proportion, no one is mocked or told to fuck of, turns out I needn't have worried. Folks can take care of themselves. Yes, alright, I'm getting married, there's going to be a party and gods save me, Evaristo Arterius is going to throw it.
What -have- I done.
What -have- I done.
Written By Tanith
April 6, 2020, 10:42 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
It got cold and wet,
down your shirt, I fret,
so you walked me home.
We were tired from talking,
the streets, and the stalking,
so you walked me home.
It was too long to be up,
the mess, all those cups!
still, you walked me home.
Our hands fit just so,
the ice wind their foe,
Kept warm,
while you took us home.
down your shirt, I fret,
so you walked me home.
We were tired from talking,
the streets, and the stalking,
so you walked me home.
It was too long to be up,
the mess, all those cups!
still, you walked me home.
Our hands fit just so,
the ice wind their foe,
Kept warm,
while you took us home.
Written By Tanith
April 5, 2020, 5:56 p.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
When someone says 'the cat is out of the bag', they mean Evaristo Arterius. Always. Forever. I'm certain of it.
Written By Tanith
April 5, 2020, 12:09 a.m.(1/20/1013 AR)
When choosing between cake and pie ... don't.
There's plenty of room for both.
There's plenty of room for both.
Written By Tanith
April 2, 2020, 10:54 p.m.(1/16/1013 AR)
Now and then I volunteer at the bakery in the common courts, hauling flour or actually working the ovens. Usually there's nothing of note, folk coming for bread or muffins and the like, but someone, some volunteer baker, has been making some suspiciously shaped loaves. Two round, circular lumps wedged together in a suggstive shape, some several dozen were pulled out today and -no one- took credit for them. No one. So while there was giggling (not from me, I would never), we put them out to cool; we weren't going to waste them.
While our backs were turned, -someone- drizzled the cleft of those ... those -buns- with molasses. -Suggestive- molasses.
I've never seen food sell so quickly.
While our backs were turned, -someone- drizzled the cleft of those ... those -buns- with molasses. -Suggestive- molasses.
I've never seen food sell so quickly.
Written By Tanith
April 1, 2020, 2:03 a.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Bad dreams brought on by bad cheese. Still bad. A leering face, mocking me in the dark like a memory that sticks to the insides of my eyelids, crawling like ants. This would be easier if I was a drunkard.
Written By Tanith
March 30, 2020, 7:32 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
That was the best chocolate cake I've ever made.
So of course I lose the recipe.
-Fuck-.
So of course I lose the recipe.
-Fuck-.
Written By Tanith
March 30, 2020, 7:29 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)
Tanith. Don't write in your blacks while you're drunk. Sure it's just between you and the Gods but honestly. -Honestly-. The gods already know you're a sap. Mangata's marbles, woman. That will never go away.
Written By Tanith
March 29, 2020, 11:37 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
In my cups tonight. Memory keeps me company. Walks around and makes funny faces now and then. I don't remember all of them.
It's cold. The coals are stirred up and I'm thinking about these last few months.
So much has changed. Different patterns, different fears. Choices are different too. The Road has shifted. Doesn't look like I thought it would.
Maybe though, everything really will be alright?
It's cold. The coals are stirred up and I'm thinking about these last few months.
So much has changed. Different patterns, different fears. Choices are different too. The Road has shifted. Doesn't look like I thought it would.
Maybe though, everything really will be alright?
Written By Tanith
March 29, 2020, 2:02 p.m.(1/7/1013 AR)
My experience with ornamentation is limited, though as I've written about before I've made a design or two for them that know how to make the things I dream up. I'm starting to appreciate the specifics of jewelry though, but my first real experience with it was Evaristo Arterius. Have you seen that man, scholar? He steps into the sunlight and it's like the most blinding candle festival, ever. Everything he wears tends to throw the light and color back at you and you stagger backwards like you're struck. Too much.
But sometimes, he'll wander by wearing less jewels and I can appreciate the singular items and pieces. Some of them can have stories, come of them are from people that mean something. And of course, it's not just him, but he seems to be the -loudest- with what he runs around in. Seen plenty of travellers come in wearing this thing or that, often a bit of treasure from a journey or something saved up with precious coin, easily broken down for trade on the run.
Jewelry can also be a symbol, too. Ask anyone that's married, they'll show you their vow-gift. Sometimes it's not rings, either, seen some fancy bracelets, necklaces. Saw an anklet once that looks like it was welded on, scar and all. Practical, I thought.
Think my mother's corrupted me, though; the stuff I like is simpler made, solid stuff like bangles, or collars of metal that sit low on the neck, rest just above the chest in an uninterrupted gleam of silver. A few crews come in wearing things like that, say it's better when it wears down, doesn't catch the light and each mark left behind is memory. I like that. Wearing something until it's smooth and pearlescent almost, rough and soft both, gleaming like satin.
I've been surrounded by baubles of late, on people and in my hands to pass on to others. I never saw the appeal but, I'm worried, scholar. I'm starting to.
But sometimes, he'll wander by wearing less jewels and I can appreciate the singular items and pieces. Some of them can have stories, come of them are from people that mean something. And of course, it's not just him, but he seems to be the -loudest- with what he runs around in. Seen plenty of travellers come in wearing this thing or that, often a bit of treasure from a journey or something saved up with precious coin, easily broken down for trade on the run.
Jewelry can also be a symbol, too. Ask anyone that's married, they'll show you their vow-gift. Sometimes it's not rings, either, seen some fancy bracelets, necklaces. Saw an anklet once that looks like it was welded on, scar and all. Practical, I thought.
Think my mother's corrupted me, though; the stuff I like is simpler made, solid stuff like bangles, or collars of metal that sit low on the neck, rest just above the chest in an uninterrupted gleam of silver. A few crews come in wearing things like that, say it's better when it wears down, doesn't catch the light and each mark left behind is memory. I like that. Wearing something until it's smooth and pearlescent almost, rough and soft both, gleaming like satin.
I've been surrounded by baubles of late, on people and in my hands to pass on to others. I never saw the appeal but, I'm worried, scholar. I'm starting to.
Written By Tanith
March 27, 2020, 8:46 p.m.(1/4/1013 AR)
Snowball fight in Nightingale Park. No clear winner. I thought for sure that first snowball was going to land me on my ass. Turns out? Completely right. On my ass, right in a snowbank, and if you think there's anything scarier than Raymesin Ulbran Abyss-bent on launching himself at you like a human arrow, you'd be wrong. All teeth, that smile; face like a predator.
I think Revell and I lost -often-. Ras pulled off some legendary maneuvers. Lord Dycard fell to Ulbran's best again and again and again. And again. The Lord's shameful use of Revell as a shield? -Hilarious-. Er. I mean, horrifying. Yeah that. -Awful-.
Note to future me: Apparently if you can throw a deadly knife you can throw a spectacular snowball. It was glorious, scholar. He got the Lord right in the face, half a dozen times. -Spectacular-. And he looked terrifying while he did it too. But that's Raymesin, isn't it?
I think Revell and I lost -often-. Ras pulled off some legendary maneuvers. Lord Dycard fell to Ulbran's best again and again and again. And again. The Lord's shameful use of Revell as a shield? -Hilarious-. Er. I mean, horrifying. Yeah that. -Awful-.
Note to future me: Apparently if you can throw a deadly knife you can throw a spectacular snowball. It was glorious, scholar. He got the Lord right in the face, half a dozen times. -Spectacular-. And he looked terrifying while he did it too. But that's Raymesin, isn't it?
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