Written By Delilah
July 30, 2018, 12:58 p.m.(4/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlex
A new acquaintance in an ivy-clad tower flipped the my understanding of a subject very much upon its head today. I should not be surprised, all things considered, for the social circles of Princess Reese Grayson are considerable and as diverse as the marvelous collection of books that she keeps. Her library is fit to make a mind weep at the possibilities enshrined in cloth and leather, vellum and parchment. Yet in every written scrap is a soul, a human mind poised to chain together words into lyrical verse or meandering treatises that open the eyes of the world that was or might be.
Key component there: people.
Harlex is a man who redefines my understanding of sellswords. Clearly I've had not the exposure of my lady sister or else Kenna held back on me. The quiet poetry and profound sense of timing locked in his bearing are every bit as sharp and precise as the strokes of a blade turned on a target. He is far more than he seems upon that front, and in so turning a few words, leaves me to reassess a good deal about the day's waning light. Whiskey may just bring out the best in everyone, taken in moderation.
Key component there: people.
Harlex is a man who redefines my understanding of sellswords. Clearly I've had not the exposure of my lady sister or else Kenna held back on me. The quiet poetry and profound sense of timing locked in his bearing are every bit as sharp and precise as the strokes of a blade turned on a target. He is far more than he seems upon that front, and in so turning a few words, leaves me to reassess a good deal about the day's waning light. Whiskey may just bring out the best in everyone, taken in moderation.
Written By Delilah
July 30, 2018, 12:54 p.m.(4/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Quenia
How terrible that your wines have not been enjoyed to their fullest, especially by those of discerning and diverse palates. Clearly volunteers for the good of all are required. I will happily submit my credentials as an oenophile and a glad sampler of all those delightful vintages you may need opinions for.
Written By Delilah
July 27, 2018, 9:46 p.m.(4/11/1009 AR)
Books, books, and more books. I should think I will never stop swimming in books.
I need to take a page from Princess Alarissa and go longingly admire the umbra, and presume to spindle myself in the glorious weaveries and fashions of the nation instead. That, at least, will let me sleep well at night.
I need to take a page from Princess Alarissa and go longingly admire the umbra, and presume to spindle myself in the glorious weaveries and fashions of the nation instead. That, at least, will let me sleep well at night.
Written By Delilah
July 26, 2018, 4:22 p.m.(4/8/1009 AR)
The Baron's Muse is truly every bit as engrossing as Countess Mia proclaims. The beauty in the prose and the slow unwinding of the plot makes it more than a casual novel. The pointed social commentary braided through the narrative in itself says something -- a reflection of Arvian society, the mores of the nobility and gentry compared to their surroundings. Each careful turn of the page opens a deeper sense of brewing social troubles and beyond the cares of a landed noble in the lowest tiers. Here is a skillful bit of storytelling wrapped around something deeper and richer.
I have half an idea where the story may be going, but it defies convention on how it achieves it. Storm Knight/Storm Night, I applaud you for your skill and telling thus far.
Here's waiting for the next manuscript to land in Lady Monique's cares. No doubt some are blessed to know the outcomes in advance!
Naturally waiting is something akin to a special form of torture. Alas.
I have half an idea where the story may be going, but it defies convention on how it achieves it. Storm Knight/Storm Night, I applaud you for your skill and telling thus far.
Here's waiting for the next manuscript to land in Lady Monique's cares. No doubt some are blessed to know the outcomes in advance!
Naturally waiting is something akin to a special form of torture. Alas.
Written By Delilah
July 26, 2018, 3:25 p.m.(4/8/1009 AR)
Found myself in a trove of books, may well be named a bookwyrm at this rate. Should I be lost after a certain period of time, send any personal effects or cares to Kenna Whitehawk.
Sleep is truly overrated. Books? Yes.
Sleep is truly overrated. Books? Yes.
Written By Delilah
July 24, 2018, 6:59 p.m.(4/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Katarina
Every bit as delightful as I hoped that she might be. Every bit as fascinating, too. Especially to inquire after an opinion -- with Kenna as my witness, no less -- and then leave us hanging! All in the best of times, of course. Due in no small part, I am sure, to many demands upon her time.
But oh! For those disposed towards curiosity and inquisitive natures, never leave us breathless for what choice bit of information or key tale may be imparted! Woe.
Now I'm channeling Niklas Grayson. Stars and fire, he does dramatic panache better than I.
But oh! For those disposed towards curiosity and inquisitive natures, never leave us breathless for what choice bit of information or key tale may be imparted! Woe.
Now I'm channeling Niklas Grayson. Stars and fire, he does dramatic panache better than I.
Written By Delilah
July 24, 2018, 6:56 p.m.(4/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
That's when you gather a few friends, launch a challenge involving cooking pots, and show the Marquis your will be done in the best of ways, sister.
Nothing has been known to stop you before. Is a bit of scrambled egg and sliced cheese going to fell you, my dear? Perish the notion!
Then devour it.
Nothing has been known to stop you before. Is a bit of scrambled egg and sliced cheese going to fell you, my dear? Perish the notion!
Then devour it.
Written By Delilah
July 24, 2018, 6:55 p.m.(4/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
All the books. Absolutely a pile of them in an ivy-covered tower. It's superior to an ivory tower, I grant you that. Who knew a well-planned dream situated by the sea already existed? I think I'm smitten with a place I have never seen, a glimpse of an elysian corridor yet to be opened. And Princess Reese said I might enter.
If no one hears for me for a week, assume the books ate me or I fell betwixt the stacks like an enchanted sleeper, never to awaken. There are worse ends. Mostly. She is the keeper of this labyrinth of worthwhile lore, and a passing kind guardian.
If no one hears for me for a week, assume the books ate me or I fell betwixt the stacks like an enchanted sleeper, never to awaken. There are worse ends. Mostly. She is the keeper of this labyrinth of worthwhile lore, and a passing kind guardian.
Written By Delilah
July 24, 2018, 6:53 p.m.(4/5/1009 AR)
I danced for joy 'ere the dawn rose to paint the spring sky in a multitude of rose and coral, softer than any silk spun in the Hundred Cities. Light feet passing through damp grass imparted a quickness to my steps, an alacrity to the spirit rendered by reckless chill drawn through every fluting breath that passed my parted lips. To feel the light linen and pale weight of my skirts revolving in confused eddies cast off the heavy, leaden concerns of the day.
Is this how a knight feels when drawing his blade and practicing those forms old as youth, memories stitched into the muscles and their limbs, that they might execute neat ripostes and parries without ever breaking tune and form? The blood song thrilling through the veins quickens the pace, demanding a surge of energy to crash upon that shore. Spring's first pale shoots are days and days away, still shepherded to slumber by ready frost. But I dance, and as I turn, I reckon on the pulse of the living world enveloping a city deep in the quicksilver dreams of rest. They dare not depart those expansive mansions as I have, too early, for no reason other than to make merry.
Today I will walk the wards of Arx and remember that dance, the beaten tattoo under my soles and how the rhythm merged me to the limitless sky and solid earth, a conduit for all may be. I shall speak and hear the fall of rain, the glistening sheen of light glancing off folded waves, and think a little softer for the joy of it.
A hundred steps on the path of petals, and with them, enlightenment in the patient act of being. After swallowing the whirlwind, I need to remember stillness.
Is this how a knight feels when drawing his blade and practicing those forms old as youth, memories stitched into the muscles and their limbs, that they might execute neat ripostes and parries without ever breaking tune and form? The blood song thrilling through the veins quickens the pace, demanding a surge of energy to crash upon that shore. Spring's first pale shoots are days and days away, still shepherded to slumber by ready frost. But I dance, and as I turn, I reckon on the pulse of the living world enveloping a city deep in the quicksilver dreams of rest. They dare not depart those expansive mansions as I have, too early, for no reason other than to make merry.
Today I will walk the wards of Arx and remember that dance, the beaten tattoo under my soles and how the rhythm merged me to the limitless sky and solid earth, a conduit for all may be. I shall speak and hear the fall of rain, the glistening sheen of light glancing off folded waves, and think a little softer for the joy of it.
A hundred steps on the path of petals, and with them, enlightenment in the patient act of being. After swallowing the whirlwind, I need to remember stillness.
Written By Delilah
July 24, 2018, 4:23 p.m.(4/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
You may be the most imaginative soul I've met in a long time. A sirocco of a man gone blowing wild through the world, mayhap restless oft.
But I owe you three points of gratitude I'll declare. One, the meeting with your lovely and generous wife. Two, the introduction to another fellow scholar. Three, the connection with fellow bibliophile, Princess Reese.
And you made me laugh. You are owed a box of pastries. Name your flavours.
But I owe you three points of gratitude I'll declare. One, the meeting with your lovely and generous wife. Two, the introduction to another fellow scholar. Three, the connection with fellow bibliophile, Princess Reese.
And you made me laugh. You are owed a box of pastries. Name your flavours.
Written By Delilah
July 24, 2018, 2:21 p.m.(4/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Tynan
Dangerous man, this one. Sharp in wit and with words. He knows the power of cross-referencing and study sessions made to cement the legacy of immortality from years prior. A strike such as his would be the height of repartee, a devastating blow that someone won't see coming because it happened four months ago.
He delivers double negatives and compound sentences such to beguile and lead his prey astray, and then cuts to the quick with a short statement.
In every sense, a lawyer. Watching him duel with Princess Sabella and Prince Niklas, in a two-weapon style, has been singularly instructive. Though how we do not bleed from our wounds, I am unsure.
He delivers double negatives and compound sentences such to beguile and lead his prey astray, and then cuts to the quick with a short statement.
In every sense, a lawyer. Watching him duel with Princess Sabella and Prince Niklas, in a two-weapon style, has been singularly instructive. Though how we do not bleed from our wounds, I am unsure.
Written By Delilah
July 23, 2018, 6:10 p.m.(4/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
Partners in knowledgeable adventure. And since you couldn't resist following me into the Scholars, dear sister, you're invited along.
Let's start planning the fun we can have together.
And for you other lascivious souls, keep amusing yourselves. Ha.
Let's start planning the fun we can have together.
And for you other lascivious souls, keep amusing yourselves. Ha.
Written By Delilah
July 23, 2018, 4:30 p.m.(4/2/1009 AR)
Fire and stars, my head hurts.
I can't begin to see the full pattern. I grasp a piece, and sense flows through my fingers like sunlight wavering upon the sea.
I need to understand. There are far more elements at play, and dazzled, I am blind and stunned.
I can't begin to see the full pattern. I grasp a piece, and sense flows through my fingers like sunlight wavering upon the sea.
I need to understand. There are far more elements at play, and dazzled, I am blind and stunned.
Written By Delilah
July 23, 2018, 4:27 p.m.(4/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Martin
We did not meet in life. Yet a man who perished to preserve a child deserves to be recognized, his name and memory preserved. A light goes out that should not have been guttered, and yet in the act of extinguishing itself, glows all the brighter.
Rest find you and peace with the Queen of Endings and Beginnings.
Rest find you and peace with the Queen of Endings and Beginnings.
Written By Delilah
July 23, 2018, 2:06 p.m.(4/2/1009 AR)
All this talk of books leaves me of the mind I should write a story. As an undertaking, it cannot be so terribly onerous and inspiration as a muse has been stalking me through the halls, wielding a garrote and a chain, with which to knock me over, drag me back to a desk, and set me to toil with a quill.
This could be a sign I've spent too much time of late reading, and Countess Mia is a bit too much an inspiration about pursuing literary pastimes.
This could be a sign I've spent too much time of late reading, and Countess Mia is a bit too much an inspiration about pursuing literary pastimes.
Written By Delilah
July 23, 2018, 1:56 p.m.(4/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Petal
That sharp eye for detail and graceful lines went straight to the very dress I wore for meeting its maker, purely a matter of circumstance and chance. But how can I complain about that? I hope to give her proper thanks and further business in the future. Petal shared her creativity in a vision of a silken nocturne that speaks to my very spirit. Remarkably gifted. Now to find a hoard of ancient silver to pay her for the privilege of more clothes.
Silk, truly an addiction.
Silk, truly an addiction.
Written By Delilah
July 23, 2018, 1:47 p.m.(4/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Refined, sophisticated, and whip smart. Do not ever seek to cross minds with her without being prepared to soothe away the sting of that bright wit in a good deal of wine. Or something stronger. Cold tea or milk is purely insufficient.
In every sense, truly a radiant individual.
In every sense, truly a radiant individual.
Written By Delilah
July 23, 2018, 1:46 p.m.(4/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Cullen
I am going to absolutely fight Kenna for his company. Fear me, sister. Cullen is just the sort of person to exemplify the best things said about redheads, and that betokens fun in the future.
In truth, a wonderful soul.
In truth, a wonderful soul.
Written By Delilah
July 23, 2018, 1:45 p.m.(4/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
Proof that title is no impediment to approachability and amiability. There must be something in the Oathlands water of late, for I have found one resident of Valardinian lands after another sharing the same esteemed qualities of kindness and fine conversation. Maybe it helps I saw the collapse of the duke's most serious expression before my own gave way yesterday, but he made speaking of everything under the sun effortless.
Written By Delilah
July 23, 2018, 1:43 p.m.(4/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Fairen
I should be mildly bemused that you snatched up a potential recruit to the Scholars with such ease and confidence. That's a new tack and one simply inviting and reassuring in a single stroke. A simple extension of an offer in the midst of a conversation, after assuring someone that reading romantic novels is neither a cause for shame or restricted solely to one gender. To think!
Not only do you have excellent taste in folios, you have all the qualities a teacher should, especially for those who find instruction and lessons daunting. I have the feeling we will be talking much in days to come about near everything?
Not only do you have excellent taste in folios, you have all the qualities a teacher should, especially for those who find instruction and lessons daunting. I have the feeling we will be talking much in days to come about near everything?
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