Written By Vanora
Sept. 13, 2018, 12:19 a.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
They were horrible to me growing up. Bullies all.
One was executed for treason.
Two are naval captains in Setarco's fleet.
I wouldn't cry if I heard they sank to the deeps.
Shall we all share how we feel about our parents next?
Written By Isidora
Sept. 12, 2018, 11:45 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Written By Valencia
Sept. 12, 2018, 10:59 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Perhaps rather than looking back at what cannot be changed, look forward with a passionate eye to make things right and try to not repeat mistakes that bring new regrets.
Sing like it was your last song. Be kind when you can. Remember and reach out even if it is difficult. Remind people that they matter. Show them that you care. Listen to those you love or respect as though it was their final whisper. Never be stingy with your heart. Laugh with them. Make one another's lives better. Bring good things to this world.
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Written By Shard
Sept. 12, 2018, 10:29 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Written By Monique
Sept. 12, 2018, 10:03 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Written By Sabella
Sept. 12, 2018, 10:03 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
But they're wrong! Being the middle child is wonderful because you're always in the middle of a warm hug! Lou is the best older sister a girl can ask for--so responsible, smart, and courageous! And Reese is the best younger sister a girl can ask for--so sweet, strong, and brave! Each of us is so different from the other and we've all excelled on our own paths, yet we always manage to stay together and support each other!
It is true that no one expects much of you as a middle child, but that just means you get to do what you want!
Written By Vanora
Sept. 12, 2018, 9:54 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
Remember that there is more than one kind of family. That we have by blood, but also that we make.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 12, 2018, 9:30 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Utterly done and exhausted.
I knew that something was not right when guards were remanded to somewhere not with their wards.
Never going to some commoners whatever. Gods above, below and at our back.
I need to go to the Atrium and find my calm again.
Written By Perronne
Sept. 12, 2018, 9:07 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
I am not going to fancy parties again. Not even the Lyceum events are quite so, uh, exciting as that! I did get to wear my beautiful beautiful dress, though. And there was a woman dressed in dragonweep! I hope she's okay. She seemed nice, and probably wasn't quite as willing to murder everyone as the hosts! I probably will not get a chance to meet the suppliers. Woe.
The food was also very good, and there was ice! Real ice!
But as a tip for the next people from gods-only-know-where who want to find things that have been lost or stolen. If you have that much money to throw around, you might want to consider employing some discreet local agents before escalating to noblenapping! I know a new detective agency and everything! Just, it helps keep the chances of war being declared to a minimum, and nobody has to get thrown out windows or chopped up or threatened. Keep it in mind!
Written By Jasher
Sept. 12, 2018, 9:01 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Written By Sunaia
Sept. 12, 2018, 8:53 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Written By Reigna
Sept. 12, 2018, 8:39 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
For years I felt very alone, very isolated from my family. I think in many ways those feelings were my own creation. The distance between us something I imagined into being. Since coming to Arx, I have been blessed to be reunited with my sister Hannah. And we are now, I think, closer than we have been since I was a young, young girl.
Written By Eleyna
Sept. 12, 2018, 8:26 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Then Serafine... I lost her once, when she disappeared into the forest for a decade. I only had her back for a short time and now she is lost again. But, this time, she isn't coming back. A year later, it still feels like a rude reminder every time I remember that she's no longer here with me to play the wild, spontaneous foil to everything I am. Instead, her lack is an empty space that nothing fills. I regret that I did not tell her enough what she meant to me while she was around to be told. I regret that I spent so many years playing pretend that I did not care for her to keep her safe from our father. I have so many regrets and now, it is too late to do anything about them.
There are happy stories, of course, but, since Setarco, it all seems overshadowed by guilt.
Written By Thesarin
Sept. 12, 2018, 7:32 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Weren't so long ago, all told, counting the years
Some days it feels like a lifetime gone by. Sometimes otherwise.
Written By Bliss
Sept. 12, 2018, 7:17 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
I didn't have the family of an orphanage, I lived in the keep but wasn't one of the nobles, but I wasn't truly in the Commons, either. Alone and halfway in between the two worlds - it's a common thing for a Whisper, really.
Family means such different things to different people. It's been a favorite discussion of mine with the Peers, who are so defined by who they are born to, the history they have, the future they seek.
Sometimes, it is an inspiring thing to watch. Many of those listed here have noted family ties that they revel in, and their families bear only pride in what they have done. Noble houses who live up to their values. A true shared connection.
But others, I imagine, are more difficult. It's not an accident that they struggle. The legacy of treason and stain of dishonor live on in some families, where the generations butt heads against one another, the appointed heir publicly seen as a disappointment by the father, the father seen as a tyrant that is fracturing the family. Things will likely need to be completely set right before these families begin to heal.
I ran away from home when they tried to control me. My old name is easy enough to find out, but the one I have now is my choice. The family I have now - it is my choice.
Family carries expectations, along with the bonds. Family carries reputation. I may not have had blood siblings, but I have the home I've forged for myself.
I will not marry, in all likelihood. I will not have children. But I have my freedom, and it is all I could ever want.
Written By Lucilia
Sept. 12, 2018, 6:53 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Written By Kenna
Sept. 12, 2018, 6:40 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Gaius has always been the most shrewd. I thought for aure he would take over my parent's arm of the business. He knows what people want and how to connect them to it. He has weathered so many falls only to rise at the end again stronger.
Delilah is the smartest. Sometimes when she opens her mouth I just don't understand what comes out. Not only that but she shrouds herself in so many mysteries that pulling a straight answer out is much like trying to get water from a rock.
Evonleigh is the most creative. When she puts herself into a role she becomes one with it, till it is hard to know exactly where she ends and the role begins.
None of us really step on one another's toes. I just hope they have forgiven me my wildness in youth. We don't compete, we complete one another.
Written By Aleksei
Sept. 12, 2018, 6:34 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
I've got six fucking brothers and sisters.
That's all.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 12, 2018, 6:19 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Later, when she got older and the stories and tales from her lovers proved too much temptation, she'd disappear for more than a few days on caravans around the world. I'd get letters throughout her travels, odds and ends, gems and trinkets to put into my work, stories of things she'd seen, people she'd met. And sometimes, these letters would come from her own person, showing up at my door tired and dirty and that same grin, with more stories, ready to raid my pantry for sweets and pastries once more.
I loved those days. Even knowing she'd be gone in a few weeks, I still loved them, because it was Ianthe at her purest; the weary, content adventurer, sated, happy to be home and eager to tell me everything.
Now that I'm creating my own family, I miss her. I always miss her, but I miss her more these days, I wonder what she'd think of all this, of Oliver, the Guild, my swelling belly, my ideas and dreams for the future. I think she'd laugh with relief, happy that I could grow our family and give her a new member to spoil, another person to tell her stories too, a child to find odds and ends for, to share sweets with, to sing songs to, the same songs I sang her when she was such a wee fosterling, sneaking into my bed, or calling my name from across the house.
Hug your siblings, cherish them. I regret not knowing the last embrace -was- the last, but I hope she knew that she was loved, and that whenever she wanted to come back, she knew there was a home with me no matter what.
Written By Sina
Sept. 12, 2018, 5:56 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Sometimes I wonder where my mother is, or if she is even still alive. Did she have other children? Or was I really the only one? She was a thrall, sold off when I was a child.
I wonder if those who own thralls even realize the harm caused by this. That my mother was sold off like some piece of meat somewhere does bother me. Quite a bit. People should not be property, bartered away, ripped away from family. She was my mother, and while I never knew her, I often wish it had been different.
I thought about looking for her, but what are the chances that I would ever find her in this vast world? She could be anywhere. But maybe it's better this way. I am free to choose my own life. A choice she never had. I like to think she would be proud of me.
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