Written By Vanora
Aug. 13, 2018, 8:41 p.m.(5/22/1009 AR)
The wrong brother would be Duke one day. Wouldn't that be awkward?
Written By Alis
Aug. 13, 2018, 8:10 p.m.(5/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I do not know what we would do without you, and I am so very happy for you and your husband-to-be.
Written By Oswyn
Aug. 13, 2018, 7:31 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Spring came so soon; it feels like yesterday I was sweeping snow out of the front of the shop and copying maps with a cup of tea for warmth. The roads have cleared, the passages are free. The wet period is essentially finished, making this the ideal time for travel. I worry about what lies on the road ahead of us. I worry about what lies behind us.
I have learned so much since the last time I undertook a journey of this magnitude. There is still so much I do not know.
Written By Prisila
Aug. 13, 2018, 7:14 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
We're all allies, in theory, we being the Compact and the Houses of course.
Yet even within that there are divisions of systems and lands in such a way that can only beckon a burgeoning competition for the resources within. Inevitably when one lands water runs dry they will look to the next to be quenched and only through war or diplomacy shall there be a resolution but when a people are thirsty, they will do anything for a glass of water.
Written By Josephine
Aug. 13, 2018, 7:05 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
That's what I dream of.
I wonder if they would let me near the Ballistae that I am told the city had. Even just to touch it.
I wonder what it sings.
Written By Ida
Aug. 13, 2018, 5:57 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Prince Edain Valardin - I had made His Grace a rather simple arming sword not long after arriving in Arx. It's an old piece and I've grown so much as a smith since forging it. Still, it holds history, a story of its own, and the marks of use. Well-cared for by His Grace, it needed a bit of a professional looking over. There was a wash of nostalgia I probably didn't expect, but should have really. She is back in fine fighting condition and I hope will continue to serve His Grace well.
Sir Gerard Dastrid - My husband-to-be in an amazing man. I could write paragraphs about him easily, I think, and I still marvel at my fortune. He brought me some diamondplate to fashion into a sword and oaths, that metal and I have a tumultuous history. Forging something that could mean life or death for the knight who has taken my heart? Haven't felt that striking knife of worry since I made my brother Austen's blade. I could have done better with it, I think, but his compliments and kind words about the weapon (and me, too) put my concerns and disappointment to rest.
Princess Alis Valardin - A special project that I won't discuss here, but diamondplate once again, which...well. See above. The item came out wonderfully though, I think, and her words when it was delivered made me so proud to be one of the smiths for House Valardin, I think my heart literally swelled.
I passingly recall entries from Mistress Yasmine Rovashani, one of the Guild's famed models, and others about perfect happiness in moments of our lives. I suspect this is one of those moments in mine and I hope the gods know how grateful I am.
Written By Bliss
Aug. 13, 2018, 5:25 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
In light of the recent conversation, it seems a prudent time to mention that I've been working on overcoming another limitation of mine (despite, I am sure, Mercy Estelle's protests). When I was recovering, playing the vielle was an almost impossibly painful task to continue - the things do not seem that heavy, but the angle and the length of time? They get to you.
But I'm happy to say that my arm is finally at the point where I have been able to resume practice again. I'm rusty, but my fingers are beginning to remember how to be where they must.
And I've written a song again, instead of just making one up on the fly like usual. I'm happy with it, and I forgot how productive such things can be, how turmoil put into words makes beauty.
I just need a vielle of my own again (what happened to my old one is a story in and of itself). So if a luthier wishes to reach out to me or one of my adoring fans wishes to send one to their favorite Whisper? I would be much obliged.
Written By Archeron
Aug. 13, 2018, 5:12 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Written By Archeron
Aug. 13, 2018, 5:08 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
What are they now? They are scars. Isn't the point that they heal over in time?
Written By Thena
Aug. 13, 2018, 4:21 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Written By Isidora
Aug. 13, 2018, 4:09 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Written By Faruq
Aug. 13, 2018, 3:50 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Marian
Scars are how we know we are stronger than the adversity that faces us.
They show that even if we may not have made the best choice we have survived to make better choices later. Hopefully.
I am proud of all of my scars.
Each was well earned.
Written By Josephine
Aug. 13, 2018, 2:40 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
And there's a longing. A strange desire to work with something that I know I cannot find and none the less I want to work with it.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 13, 2018, 2:04 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
I feel that today as well.
It might be a day for sitting before the fire in the library with honey upon my lap and just watch the flames.
Written By Delilah
Aug. 13, 2018, 1:32 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Some in our society willingly devote hours of their time to slaying the beasts of paperwork and bureaucracy, that a fledgling organization may find equilibrium and focus their outreach upon those in need. Some brave the ghastly conditions found in untended woods or sick houses in the Lowers or impoverished shav'arvani villages, fearless despite risks to their own persons, to better deliver sought-after respite and resources.
A countless number of tasks await to improve the lot of one or many. The burden seems impossible, for even putting a few coins into charity seems but a pebble to the immense mountain range confronting me. But is it entirely so hopeless? I would hope not. Ask the Iron Guardsman delivering bread for a hungry family, in hopes their bellies may be full, and thus deprived the temptation to pilfer a loaf from the market. Ask the princess painstakingly developing a plan to better education among those so long without, they might seem unteachable. Ask the merchant with a kind word and a steady hand for anyone seeking assistance.
For all that shadows stretch over our city, and our land --
For all that the conversation turns to lighter topics that somehow seem to ignore the troubles beneath --
For all that quarrels and cares may prove petty held up to this mirror --
So many accomplish tremendous good, and tremendous things, day by day, unsung by the bard's, unknown save to those who receive their benevolence or witness the aftereffects when they return home.
Spare but a thought. Gratitude comes not far behind.
Then open the door, step out, and change your world.
Written By Monique
Aug. 13, 2018, 12:31 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Written By Perronne
Aug. 13, 2018, 10:58 a.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
I tell myself it is not a problem. An up and coming merchant should be dressed in appropriate clothing, particularly if she wishes to ply her trade among those who have the wealth and status to afford her very particular goods. She should not just dress in whatever happens to have survived three years on the road without getting any obvious holes in it. With that in mind, I undertook to get some replacement 'business wear' for in the city.
The first outfit arrived today. It was...quite frankly, ridiculously expensive. And I love it! It doesn't quite hide the boots, but I am hardly going to wear NICE shoes out into those streets. There is a limit to fashion, at least for the average day. I also have made a good bargain for some very, VERY expensive materials for a certain gown I have dreamed of since I was a child. Arx has access to so many materials and amazing crafters, and I have done better than I'd hoped here, so I think I might finally be able to make that dream into a reality. I am very excited!
Now, if only I can just avoid spilling ink on my BRAND NEW CLOTHES. Augh! There has got to be a better way.
Written By Gwenna
Aug. 13, 2018, 10:44 a.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Written By Khanne
Aug. 13, 2018, 9:41 a.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Riagnon
As for snacks? Well, Lottie's is my favorite, but, I might be biased. The chef for the Keatons, Marie, is another favorite. I have heard there is a shop owned and operated by someone named Candace that is lovely. I believe someone sent me a treat from there once.... And of course, apricot pastries are the best and ultimate treat. Or anything with apricots in... I am partial to them, fresh or dried, mmmmmm, MM! On occasion I enjoy chocolate, but, give me nuts, fruits, cheeses, and breads and really... I wouldn't need anything else... well, I would need whiskey, and tea, but food wise.... I would be happy.
I once ate candied rose petals out of politeness to the hostess. I would not recommend those, personally. Not the worst thing I have eaten, but... it was like tasting the air after someone sprayed perfume. About as filling too. But, I suppose we all have our preferences, yeah?
Written By Denica
Aug. 13, 2018, 9:25 a.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Perfection is, at best, an illusion. The feeling of being perfectly at peace? It is called solitude, or quite simply contentment. The beauty of the love between parent and child is one of the most perfect things I ever bear witness to, but that does not include those moments when the child has driven her mother to wits end, where she just has to find a nanny just so that she may find a reprieve, if only for a moment. There is beauty in that love, but like all things there are flaws, imperfections and moments of weakness.
As an artist, I find perfection to be the most boring thing that one could strive for. If five artists gathered to paint a portrait of the same person, you will have five distinct and equally flawed and yet beautiful works of art. Five perfect portraits would be 5 copies of the same, is that truly something worth striving for? Or should we instead stop striving for the unachievable and learn to appreciate the beauty in those flaws that makes us all unique.
I did find beauty in the words of Lady Khanne, but I do believe to claim perfection in those things is to sell short the gritty flaws of life that really make the truth and beauty all around us truly stand out.