Written By Sebastian
Jan. 19, 2018, 1:54 p.m.(1/1/1008 AR)
Written By Ann
Jan. 19, 2018, 1:26 p.m.(1/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
No, but really - it would look lovely on the book I'm writing. And did you know human hair stands the test of time? It's strange, isn't it. Also a personal touch.
But really I was thinking of going blond. That's what that was about. I've decided against it.
Written By Corban
Jan. 19, 2018, 12:53 p.m.(1/1/1008 AR)
Pick up prizes for the Glittering Gala.
It may not be the most glamorous assignment, but parties bring the Compact together. And that is what we need right now.
Written By Fatima
Jan. 19, 2018, 12:34 p.m.(1/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Written By Fatima
Jan. 19, 2018, 12:27 p.m.(1/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jacque
Written By Caspian
Jan. 19, 2018, 9:48 a.m.(1/1/1008 AR)
In other news, I learned a few weird things from Archlector Aleksei. Shit's weird.
Written By Bastien
Jan. 19, 2018, 2:36 a.m.(12/28/1007 AR)
Once upon a time, there were two lovers of the Lyceum, both dark-haired and warm of complexion. Their love was unkind and unsafe, reckless and obsessive; they felt each other in their very heartbeats, in each waking breath, saw each other in every dream. Their love was an itch under their skin that was only sated by contact. When they were forced apart, they wrote incessantly and felt each other in their very blood.
However, the lovers were unable to marry, and the day finally came that their families called on them to do their duty by marrying elsewhere and give up their affair. But the lovers could not conceive of a life without each other. It would be a life without blood, without breath, without heartbeat, for they lived in all of those things in each other.
And so they sought a way to stay together forever. When they couldn't convince their families, they turned to darker methods. They uncovered a rite to bind themselves to each other, and they ignored the warnings that there would be consequences. They cared only for burning that connection permanently into their souls.
The rite required a mirror of remarkable size to focus it, and they searched far and wide for a crafter who could create such a splendor. Even the crafter warned them that such an object could attract unwanted attention, but they persisted. When it was completed, it was beautiful to behold. And so the lovers spilled their blood upon it, speaking the words of the rite and empowering each syllable with their hearts' desire.
The lovers awoke full of hope, sure that it would be the first day of their new lives together. They both approached the mirror to see their beloved waiting there for them. They reached for each other, only to feel glass between them. The mirror between them.
For both lovers, the world was otherwise unchanged, but for the absence of the other in their world. Their lives continued, but on each side of the mirror, no one else had any memory of the lover who had disappeared. Each was convinced that theirs was the true world, and their lover caught in some reflected version of it. They fought viciously with each other, each arguing the truth of their world, insisting that they must free the other. Both were terrified that the other would take action that would somehow destroy them.
And so they decided to both act, together and as one. They pressed their hands to the mirror, aligned with each other, and then kissed the cold glass.
And then, as one, they both smashed their mirrors to dust.
Written By Harlan
Jan. 19, 2018, 1:07 a.m.(12/28/1007 AR)
Luckily, I've a tailor, and have new clothes for this. Reminder to self: Princesses are dangerous. Unmarried ones doubly so.
Written By Mae
Jan. 19, 2018, 12:54 a.m.(12/28/1007 AR)
It seems war is a constant in this world.
We suffer great losses. We have great victories. But through it all, I have learned not to question the horrors of war. Whatever it is that has happened, it seems it can always get worse.
Written By Caith
Jan. 19, 2018, 12:37 a.m.(12/28/1007 AR)
'The Cheese That Will Get Cassima to Love Life'
I also found a bit of soap on a rope. What a silly thing! It made me laugh so I snatched it up and sent it to Tomwell. He's been so busy helping Fairen with Leary business that he's had hardly any time to devote to singing, dancing and poetry; I figured he would appreciate a good chuckle. Plus, who couldn't use some soap? It's a gift that is funny AND useful!
Written By Silas
Jan. 19, 2018, 12:22 a.m.(12/28/1007 AR)
Look out, world.
Written By Reigna
Jan. 19, 2018, 12:06 a.m.(12/28/1007 AR)
The table was laden with food as it so often is, and sitting at that table was my family. Familiar faces, beloved, some new, some old. But mine. My family. My friends. We spoke of things both serious and silly. And as we all sat there, I was struck. Lady Jael holding Aeryn, Lady Margerie teasing Sir Norwood. Kael and Duke Cristoph bantering, Lady Veronica brandishing her fork... Family. It struck me so intensely, this feeling of camaraderie. Of purpose. I love these people.
I give thanks to the gods for moments like these. Moments of clarity and gratitude for the life I have.
Written By Valdemar
Jan. 19, 2018, midnight(12/28/1007 AR)
Fear is the guardian of hate.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 18, 2018, 9:59 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)
I forget who it was.
Written By Margerie
Jan. 18, 2018, 9:55 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
Written By Sparte
Jan. 18, 2018, 9:31 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)
I thought back to when I was a boy, the first time I really felt like water was something special. There was a stream we would play at from time to time. It was my sister who showed me how to fold a paper boat. She put it into the water, and I followed it down the stream with her. It went well further than we were supposed to go. We were scared of how far we'd gone, but at the same time scared the boat might sink and thrilled to see how far it would go. In the end it washed up on some pebbles in a shallow spot, making the voyage safely.
We immediately put the boat back in the water. Of course we would want it to keep going. Sadly it fell apart when we tried. One voyage was all the little paper ship had in it. Thinking back on it now that seems like voyage enough to carry a prayer.
Written By Monique
Jan. 18, 2018, 8:01 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Marius
Written By Evaine
Jan. 18, 2018, 7:57 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Derovai
Written By Derovai
Jan. 18, 2018, 7:32 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
Written By Alis
Jan. 18, 2018, 6:35 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)