Written By Lisebet
Dec. 21, 2018, 8:43 a.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
As usual, Princess Sorrel has a way to move a crowd. And there was a crowd, a very large one, at her performance. Originally scheduled for Silver alone, she added an additional performance of her ode to Copper, which was just as lovely as the first time.
But far more poignant.
The rain has now stopped, and the sky was absolutely breathtaking. It feels as though the sadness has eased its grip a little, though it is still there.
I went to Ashford House, walked back with Lady Olivia after the event. And then spent some time there, visiting. We sat out and watched the sky, so glad to see it after all that has happened.
But far more poignant.
The rain has now stopped, and the sky was absolutely breathtaking. It feels as though the sadness has eased its grip a little, though it is still there.
I went to Ashford House, walked back with Lady Olivia after the event. And then spent some time there, visiting. We sat out and watched the sky, so glad to see it after all that has happened.
Written By Calaudrin
Dec. 21, 2018, 8:02 a.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
It's a heartwarming night when your wife tells you she chose you for your adequacy.
And other reasons too, yes. I'm glad it stopped raining when it did. It made me feel hopeful, grateful. Maybe a little less scared.
And other reasons too, yes. I'm glad it stopped raining when it did. It made me feel hopeful, grateful. Maybe a little less scared.
Written By Helena
Dec. 21, 2018, 2:15 a.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
I feel I have a hundred hearts and they have all been shattered.
People speak of hope. This is wise. I hear. I listen. I still feel broken. My tears spring back each time I push them away. If I don't smile today or tomorrow or the next day, please be patient with me. Share your faith with me and the others who hurt. Share your hope. Share your love.
I'm listening.
I hear you.
Maybe if there are enough words of hope and faith, at least one heart will mend.
It doesn't have to be mine.
People speak of hope. This is wise. I hear. I listen. I still feel broken. My tears spring back each time I push them away. If I don't smile today or tomorrow or the next day, please be patient with me. Share your faith with me and the others who hurt. Share your hope. Share your love.
I'm listening.
I hear you.
Maybe if there are enough words of hope and faith, at least one heart will mend.
It doesn't have to be mine.
Written By Scipio
Dec. 21, 2018, 12:44 a.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
I admit, I mused a fair bit over my votes for the Commoners' Council, and might've even left it a bit later than I would usually be organized about. Part of it was being personally familiar with only a couple of people nominated, but also knowing 'who' a whole lot more were.
But then I thought -- should I vote for those commonly known people? They already have a voice by the fact that they are well known, that people know who they are, and listen to them, and this council, at its core, should be about giving voice to people who aren't really so well known.
So I might've blind-voted a handful of people. I hope you'll represent us all well.
And if not, well, there's always next term.
But then I thought -- should I vote for those commonly known people? They already have a voice by the fact that they are well known, that people know who they are, and listen to them, and this council, at its core, should be about giving voice to people who aren't really so well known.
So I might've blind-voted a handful of people. I hope you'll represent us all well.
And if not, well, there's always next term.
Written By Sparte
Dec. 21, 2018, 12:39 a.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
I still struggle to understand.
I feel at times as though I am walking blind, as if my feet are expected to know a path I have never seen. I have tried to find help, but it is my path alone. That used to trouble me. I move forward.
Now and then, I fall.
I know there are rules. I try to understand them. I thought that which broke the rules might be rejected in some way, might no longer have a place. When I learned of the betrayal and the terrible damage it wrought, I thought the sorrow it left behind was something awful.
I learned as I often learn, through speaking my mistake. As the condemnation of my folly struck, I recognized the truth of it in the falling rain so full of sorrow and purity. I felt the shame of speaking my ignorance and the humility of needing to be shown what it was.
Another failure. I get up. As I rise, I look to those that have gotten further along theirs path than I have mine. I see power. Influence. Flaws. They are every bit as human as I am, yet the distance seems so great. I struggle to understand.
I turn to the choices I have made. The path I chose to walk. I give myself excuses. Perhaps it is because I am still young. Perhaps it is because my path is not the same as theirs. Perhaps they had help. Perhaps I am so lost I have gone to a path that brings only hardship.
The thoughts of why wash over me, and I realize I had fallen again. I get up, and this time I look at the sky above. I recognize that the why does not matter. The rain has since stopped, the stars are beautiful now. They've always been beautiful, but now they seem different. I am reminded of the stars when I made my oath. There was a shooting star that night, and there was a shooting star tonight as well.
I feel the hope in my heart, and I resume my path. It no longer feels as alone.
I feel at times as though I am walking blind, as if my feet are expected to know a path I have never seen. I have tried to find help, but it is my path alone. That used to trouble me. I move forward.
Now and then, I fall.
I know there are rules. I try to understand them. I thought that which broke the rules might be rejected in some way, might no longer have a place. When I learned of the betrayal and the terrible damage it wrought, I thought the sorrow it left behind was something awful.
I learned as I often learn, through speaking my mistake. As the condemnation of my folly struck, I recognized the truth of it in the falling rain so full of sorrow and purity. I felt the shame of speaking my ignorance and the humility of needing to be shown what it was.
Another failure. I get up. As I rise, I look to those that have gotten further along theirs path than I have mine. I see power. Influence. Flaws. They are every bit as human as I am, yet the distance seems so great. I struggle to understand.
I turn to the choices I have made. The path I chose to walk. I give myself excuses. Perhaps it is because I am still young. Perhaps it is because my path is not the same as theirs. Perhaps they had help. Perhaps I am so lost I have gone to a path that brings only hardship.
The thoughts of why wash over me, and I realize I had fallen again. I get up, and this time I look at the sky above. I recognize that the why does not matter. The rain has since stopped, the stars are beautiful now. They've always been beautiful, but now they seem different. I am reminded of the stars when I made my oath. There was a shooting star that night, and there was a shooting star tonight as well.
I feel the hope in my heart, and I resume my path. It no longer feels as alone.
Written By Harper
Dec. 20, 2018, 11:21 p.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
It's good to have connections, but it's even better to have friends and family. I might have had a rough start, but I'm definitely damned lucky now.
Written By Ysbail
Dec. 20, 2018, 11:12 p.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
There are too many thoughts to contain, too many avenues to explore.
And yet - I find hope in Silver's song. Magic returned to the world once more.
And yet things stir that should not have stirred.
And yet - I find hope in Silver's song. Magic returned to the world once more.
And yet things stir that should not have stirred.
Written By Victus
Dec. 20, 2018, 11:06 p.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
Recently I've been described as 'neurotic.' I don't believe I am, I think I merely know when and how I want to smile or frown.
Written By Kedehern
Dec. 20, 2018, 10:28 p.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
I went to Sorrel's Metalic Song's tonight, about Silver and Copper. It was quite educational.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 20, 2018, 9:52 p.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
All of that is impossible.
No.
Have the merchants stopped giving you a hard time yet? I heard last fortnight you had troubles. I suspect it was some kind of hazing prank.
No.
Have the merchants stopped giving you a hard time yet? I heard last fortnight you had troubles. I suspect it was some kind of hazing prank.
Written By Draven
Dec. 20, 2018, 7:31 p.m.(3/16/1010 AR)
The green snow made everyone so sad! Or maybe it was the clock tower! I don't know! I was feeling sad! Before the snow! It was a bad week! And then the snow and clock tower made me feel even worst! So many memories! I keep thinking about who my family used to be! My mom and dad and little sister! I have my new family now! But my old family is making me more sad lately! It looks like lots of people are sad though!
Written By Jeffeth
Dec. 20, 2018, 2:02 p.m.(3/16/1010 AR)
While the world weeps, all the troubles and trials stack up in front of us. Bright sparks of light engulfed by a much more full much more encompassing darkness.
It's overwhelming. But there are small moments of solace even in the darkest of hours.
My eyes now see what was not seen before. There is a joy and a warmth to having my eyes open, even if I see what before I only knew of as a concept. To see it like a fog over the streets. It's heartbreaking. But there's also the points of light.
Shining beacons of light. Here and there. While we may be surrounded, we still have hope walking among us even in the most unexpected places.
I understand this journal is cryptic and won't be easy to understand. If you want to learn more you can reach out to me, I am more than willing to answer any questions you may have.
It's overwhelming. But there are small moments of solace even in the darkest of hours.
My eyes now see what was not seen before. There is a joy and a warmth to having my eyes open, even if I see what before I only knew of as a concept. To see it like a fog over the streets. It's heartbreaking. But there's also the points of light.
Shining beacons of light. Here and there. While we may be surrounded, we still have hope walking among us even in the most unexpected places.
I understand this journal is cryptic and won't be easy to understand. If you want to learn more you can reach out to me, I am more than willing to answer any questions you may have.
Written By Evaristo
Dec. 20, 2018, 1:21 p.m.(3/16/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
--- what? You're what?
Ships are beautiful, you know.
Don't tell me you're pregnant again.
Ships are beautiful, you know.
Don't tell me you're pregnant again.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 20, 2018, 1:03 p.m.(3/16/1010 AR)
Never did I expect to become such a connoisseur on rum.
Written By Roxana
Dec. 20, 2018, 10:22 a.m.(3/16/1010 AR)
I miss my sister.
Written By Vanora
Dec. 20, 2018, 9:41 a.m.(3/16/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Lianne
With everything else going on I forgot to congratulate my cousin on her marriage.
Congratulations Lianne. May the Gods smile upon your union. May it bring you and your husband both great joy.
Congratulations Lianne. May the Gods smile upon your union. May it bring you and your husband both great joy.
Written By Lisebet
Dec. 20, 2018, 8:41 a.m.(3/15/1010 AR)
So far as I know, I never met her. And yet, still, I too feel the sorrow.
This is but a taste of what she maybe felt over the years. Mourning. Prayer. Action.
This is but a taste of what she maybe felt over the years. Mourning. Prayer. Action.
Written By Rowenova
Dec. 20, 2018, 8:39 a.m.(3/15/1010 AR)
Everybody has their Stuff and Things that they do. Everybody makes mistakes. Everybody has misunderstandings with people that they never meant to hurt but unfortunately did. It generally sucks for everyone when bad stuff happens, but you can work on /specific issues/ to hopefully find solutions together: or at the very least just leave each other alone.
Hopefully, you can forge tighter bonds than you would have otherwise and then maybe even laugh later about it all over drinks in the future, too.
[ I have been lucky enough to have good friends after some bad situations. ]
Everybody has their unique stories which shaped them into who they are, and there are some people in this world who are more in touch with their own emotions and are more expressive than the average person walking down the street most times. People like this are blessings in disguise, especially during these dark times: when there are much bigger fish to fry than the random cheerful person who shows up in your life.
It is nitpicky, petty Stuff to blame the emotiveness of another for your own personal problems, especially when they are just being their happy selves, and especially when they are not hurting anyone else. If they do hurt you or someone else about whom you care, focus on that specific instance, rather than sitting around and blaming their Happiness, Sadness, Stuff, and/or Things for whatever insecurities you might have (which is a cop out for your own deal).
Hopefully, you can forge tighter bonds than you would have otherwise and then maybe even laugh later about it all over drinks in the future, too.
[ I have been lucky enough to have good friends after some bad situations. ]
Everybody has their unique stories which shaped them into who they are, and there are some people in this world who are more in touch with their own emotions and are more expressive than the average person walking down the street most times. People like this are blessings in disguise, especially during these dark times: when there are much bigger fish to fry than the random cheerful person who shows up in your life.
It is nitpicky, petty Stuff to blame the emotiveness of another for your own personal problems, especially when they are just being their happy selves, and especially when they are not hurting anyone else. If they do hurt you or someone else about whom you care, focus on that specific instance, rather than sitting around and blaming their Happiness, Sadness, Stuff, and/or Things for whatever insecurities you might have (which is a cop out for your own deal).
Written By Ophelia
Dec. 20, 2018, 4:34 a.m.(3/15/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
Today is special. I woke up this morning and for the first time in days, I did not feel like crying. I had things to do! You gave me purpose and helped pull me out of a funk that I've been wallowing in since the moment it started to rain. I've so many presents for you! And they are all wrapped with pretty bows and sparkly things. Make sure after you tear into everything that you save the bows and construct them into a hat. You must wear it! It's customary on this day.
You mean the world to me and I love you so very much. I will tell you so in person and give you the /biggest/ hug when I see you later today!
You mean the world to me and I love you so very much. I will tell you so in person and give you the /biggest/ hug when I see you later today!
Written By Ysbail
Dec. 20, 2018, 3:46 a.m.(3/15/1010 AR)
I sought answers in the poisoned snow,
I sought answers in the cleansing rain,
I sought answers in conversations with strangers and friends.
I sought answers in the walls of an impossible castle.
But answers bring only more questions. Secrets bring more secrets. More things are forgotten and remembered.
I need to find more pleasant ways to pass the time.
I sought answers in the cleansing rain,
I sought answers in conversations with strangers and friends.
I sought answers in the walls of an impossible castle.
But answers bring only more questions. Secrets bring more secrets. More things are forgotten and remembered.
I need to find more pleasant ways to pass the time.
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