Written By Tanith
March 26, 2020, 8:03 p.m.(1/2/1013 AR)
Goals:
-learn to repair nets
-learn every single knot used on a ship
-basketweaving
-learn to repair nets
-learn every single knot used on a ship
-basketweaving
Written By Tanith
March 26, 2020, 5:04 p.m.(1/2/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ras
We were hunting rabbits.
This man can cook rabbits like I have never experienced. Bliss. In the <mouth has been scratched out>face. Better than stewed and I never thought I'd say that. Not ever.
This man can cook rabbits like I have never experienced. Bliss. In the <mouth has been scratched out>face. Better than stewed and I never thought I'd say that. Not ever.
Written By Tanith
March 26, 2020, 4:56 p.m.(1/2/1013 AR)
Well. Four white hairs.
Why can't this happen on my birthday?
Why can't this happen on my birthday?
Written By Tanith
March 26, 2020, 12:29 a.m.(12/28/1012 AR)
Had a man come into day that looked like the wrong end of a dog. Smelled like lavender and rosemary. It was lovely. He was lovely, but I didn't know that until after I smelled him.
Any suggestions on where I can find that kind of soap?
Any suggestions on where I can find that kind of soap?
Written By Tanith
March 25, 2020, 11:05 p.m.(12/28/1012 AR)
I didn't intend to be a baker, not like I intended to help run the Murder some day. Baking kind of fell on me, when I was working the kitchens at 10 years old, too young to hit the front room at night but old enough to learn a thing or two about baking. There wasn't much demand on me; working then was most a game of fetch, but sometimes we had slow days, especially in the summers when -no one- wanted to cook. One of the cooks taught me to make bread, the only ones bored enough to brave the heat of the ovens.
It was like something miraculous. You did these things, let time do the rest, and the fire finishd it off. Done. -Food-. And that was the real reason I loved it, I could make -food- out of salt, water, and flour, and not just any food, delicious, plentiful food. When you're a little girl with a little boy for a best friend, a little boy who always seemed hungry all the time, who's stomach growls would wake you on those hot summer nights we'd find a cool place on the docks to talk for hours and fall asleep in the same alcove-
I told him I was experimenting but I'm fairly certain he knew what I was doing. It took effort to find a different recipe every other day to convince him it was true, and eventually I had to make up my own recipes out of sheer necessity.
No special story. There was a problem to solve and the solution came out of a bored summer day with a cook kind enough to indulge me. Suppose if not for that, I'd be one of those expert fishermen or something.
It was like something miraculous. You did these things, let time do the rest, and the fire finishd it off. Done. -Food-. And that was the real reason I loved it, I could make -food- out of salt, water, and flour, and not just any food, delicious, plentiful food. When you're a little girl with a little boy for a best friend, a little boy who always seemed hungry all the time, who's stomach growls would wake you on those hot summer nights we'd find a cool place on the docks to talk for hours and fall asleep in the same alcove-
I told him I was experimenting but I'm fairly certain he knew what I was doing. It took effort to find a different recipe every other day to convince him it was true, and eventually I had to make up my own recipes out of sheer necessity.
No special story. There was a problem to solve and the solution came out of a bored summer day with a cook kind enough to indulge me. Suppose if not for that, I'd be one of those expert fishermen or something.
Written By Tanith
March 25, 2020, 1:52 p.m.(12/27/1012 AR)
My mother told me long ago, that a part of why she became a Crafter was the calling that came with creation. She told me that making things when she felt overwhelmed, or worried, or scared, was the best kind of medicine for such days. Better than whiskey or wine, Haze, or fucking. While I disagree with her on that last, sometimes you can't, and making stuff, well. It can help.
Now I'm no Crafter, my folks both got that and a few of my siblings can bend leather or twine or metal to their liking, but not me. I can draw a bit, sketch out an idea and pass it over to one of them and they can make it for me, but lately I find myself wanting to have things made that aren't just random nothings or ideas for those that can make them when I can't. A few times this month, I've had something fall in my lap, an idea, a memory, a carved bit of pearl, good leather, bone, and my brain starts to work and I'm drawing something out. Mistress Corsetina has been kind enough to indulge me, helping me bring to fruition these items.
I understand my mother better now, what she meant. A gift like these, they aren't just ... baubles. They've got meaning, something to hold and touch when I'm not around, to lend a feeling, be it bravery or joy or a connection. Unlike a memory that hangs in the air, a thought that can fade with time or too much drinking, there's something lasting about what you can touch and hold. I know for me, I'd rather have the real thing, but I get it, I understand why a bauble can convey more when it's all you got.
Now I'm no Crafter, my folks both got that and a few of my siblings can bend leather or twine or metal to their liking, but not me. I can draw a bit, sketch out an idea and pass it over to one of them and they can make it for me, but lately I find myself wanting to have things made that aren't just random nothings or ideas for those that can make them when I can't. A few times this month, I've had something fall in my lap, an idea, a memory, a carved bit of pearl, good leather, bone, and my brain starts to work and I'm drawing something out. Mistress Corsetina has been kind enough to indulge me, helping me bring to fruition these items.
I understand my mother better now, what she meant. A gift like these, they aren't just ... baubles. They've got meaning, something to hold and touch when I'm not around, to lend a feeling, be it bravery or joy or a connection. Unlike a memory that hangs in the air, a thought that can fade with time or too much drinking, there's something lasting about what you can touch and hold. I know for me, I'd rather have the real thing, but I get it, I understand why a bauble can convey more when it's all you got.
Written By Tanith
March 21, 2020, 7:24 p.m.(12/20/1012 AR)
A few lessons today. First off, I really need to think about opening a bakery, but I don't know what I'd name it. Secondly, using laundry soap to wash your hair is the worst last resort ever. I haven't had locks this fuzzy since I was a toddler. Thirdly ... just because you didn't know a person, doesn't mean you can't grieve for your friends when they are heartbroken with that person's death.
Written By Tanith
March 20, 2020, 2:20 p.m.(12/18/1012 AR)
Compassion in the wake of horror is insanity.
I say this after a day of holding back hair while a poor soul wretches in the gutter. How else do you celebrate the birth of a man's son?
I say this after a day of holding back hair while a poor soul wretches in the gutter. How else do you celebrate the birth of a man's son?
Written By Tanith
March 19, 2020, 2:50 p.m.(12/16/1012 AR)
If you thought you saw me walking through the Lowers' Commons today, covered in horse shite looking like I could set things on fire with my eyes ... well. You were right.
Written By Tanith
March 18, 2020, 7:34 p.m.(12/14/1012 AR)
Quite the rush of upheaval last few days. Resettling, drowning in good friends despite how busy it gets this time of year. A smile carries more weight, the touch of a hand, the sailing of a pot through the air to crush the smug smile of very dumb cousins.
Today was especially satisfying, good night's rest after a really trying shift, woke up great, got my baking supplies restocked (even if I had to cheat a bit, but for good cookies it's fucking worth it) and even got punched by a fine looking woman. Nothing to complain about from me. I hope every day is just as satisfying.
Even if it hurts to sit down too quickly.
Today was especially satisfying, good night's rest after a really trying shift, woke up great, got my baking supplies restocked (even if I had to cheat a bit, but for good cookies it's fucking worth it) and even got punched by a fine looking woman. Nothing to complain about from me. I hope every day is just as satisfying.
Even if it hurts to sit down too quickly.
Written By Tanith
March 18, 2020, 7:11 p.m.(12/14/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Sydney
Fucking son of a bitch, I have bruises on top of bruises and it's gods damned -glorious-. Waterfall? Oh no, she's a boulder coming at you down a steep cliff, with blazing red hair and some impressive fists.
Written By Tanith
March 18, 2020, 7:10 p.m.(12/14/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
Sounds chewy. We can use that though. Maybe 'forest oyster stew'?
Written By Tanith
March 18, 2020, 6 a.m.(12/13/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Corrigan
You are a giant butt.
Written By Tanith
March 17, 2020, 5:29 p.m.(12/12/1012 AR)
Too many gods damned cousins. As useful as a bag of rabbit testicles.
Written By Tanith
March 17, 2020, 11:42 a.m.(12/11/1012 AR)
I've never left the city before. I'm sure that's funny, being as I do nothing but welcome people that are coming to stay or coming to drop off, in my line of work. And I'm not afraid to leave, not one of those folk that finds comfort inside high walls and crowded shoulders. My desires have always been smaller than everyone else's. I have what I want here, most of the time. The Murder, my family, people I trust. I have a means and a bed and a roof over my head, as the poet's go.
Strange world today. I don't know what's in it but I feel like I can handle anything.
Strange world today. I don't know what's in it but I feel like I can handle anything.
Written By Tanith
March 16, 2020, 7:48 p.m.(12/10/1012 AR)
Stating 'it was the cat, I swear' will never fly with me. Ever.
Written By Tanith
March 16, 2020, 7:48 p.m.(12/10/1012 AR)
I don't care how drunk you are, you piss in my bar and I'm going to show you exactly how many steps you are from the front door. I will count them for you. And then you're not allowed back in for a half a year. In fact, don't piss in any establishment, especially not when there's a perfectly serviceable gutter right outside it!
Written By Tanith
March 16, 2020, 7:44 p.m.(12/10/1012 AR)
My spirit is open today. My feet are firm on the ground, my lungs are full, my heart is strong. Even the world feels big enough. Whatever is coming next? I am ready.
Written By Tanith
March 16, 2020, 7:14 a.m.(12/9/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Geralt
Someone else's -boots-? That's -disgusting-. I hope you were wearing your own socks at least.
Written By Tanith
March 13, 2020, 12:48 a.m.(12/2/1012 AR)
My throat hurts and I definitely drank too much.
What a fun time! Jousting! Fascinating sport! Two people with upright pointing things sit on horses and run at each other! The more spectacular the strike, the more points! Last one standing wins!
I don't know why but it just makes sense to me. Oh, also wonderfully ridiculous. Needless to say, I'm a fan.
What a fun time! Jousting! Fascinating sport! Two people with upright pointing things sit on horses and run at each other! The more spectacular the strike, the more points! Last one standing wins!
I don't know why but it just makes sense to me. Oh, also wonderfully ridiculous. Needless to say, I'm a fan.
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