Written By Ringvald
Dec. 27, 2019, 9:14 p.m.(6/15/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Sunaia
During my activities in the market place, I checked on how and where our furs were sold, their prices, attempting to get a grasp on our situation in order to better perform my duties. Amongst traders of the arts, jewelry, the finest arms and armor, I never expected the kind of treasure one could find.
A Platinum Angel causing a textile merchant to quake in his boots, even now I don't understand how she could have caused fear to him, or any of those around us.
A simple question of customs lead to a drink of tea, an unexpected but welcome development, I learned something important, I do not like black tea. I discovered though that the taste was hardly important, she was odd, fascinating, I didn't ask a fraction of the questions that came to mind, but what had been asked for was far different than I expected.
Children, a husband, a means to carry on her family. The customs here required blood over merit, and as I offered to help her find such a suitor, she instead asked for me. At the time I couldn't measure up those feelings, no, I suppose I still can't. It was a happiness I did not expect, I've never put my time into women, there was no call for it, and I was happy with that.
She was panicking, giddy, eccentric, and normally I dislike many of these things, but there was something to her, I didn't doubt her intelligence. Instead of annoyance, I found myself... Entranced, she was pleasant, freeing even.
She's above my station, of similar interests, pleasing to talk to as well as look at, neither of us can leave out families, we share ideals and aspiration. Now that I sit here at home I understand those stares that she gave me when I said yes, I only wish I could return them, or that I could form the words in my mouth that I can put to paper.
I read about this in some of the novels from the city over the years, love at first sight, preposterous I thought.
I was wrong.
The benefits exist, surely, but it's the side effects, the little things that confirm this feeling.
-When I took her home I felt sick to my stomach, but was rectified immediately afterwards.
-I smile for no reason, originally I thought I had some form of psychological issue.
-I think about the things I could have said or done to be better, I never get caught on the past.
-When I tried to write her name, I instead wrote Platinum Angel.
I am both terrified of this and excited, but for now I will rectify my writing before.
The name I meant to write was Sunaia Ashford, my betrothed.
A Platinum Angel causing a textile merchant to quake in his boots, even now I don't understand how she could have caused fear to him, or any of those around us.
A simple question of customs lead to a drink of tea, an unexpected but welcome development, I learned something important, I do not like black tea. I discovered though that the taste was hardly important, she was odd, fascinating, I didn't ask a fraction of the questions that came to mind, but what had been asked for was far different than I expected.
Children, a husband, a means to carry on her family. The customs here required blood over merit, and as I offered to help her find such a suitor, she instead asked for me. At the time I couldn't measure up those feelings, no, I suppose I still can't. It was a happiness I did not expect, I've never put my time into women, there was no call for it, and I was happy with that.
She was panicking, giddy, eccentric, and normally I dislike many of these things, but there was something to her, I didn't doubt her intelligence. Instead of annoyance, I found myself... Entranced, she was pleasant, freeing even.
She's above my station, of similar interests, pleasing to talk to as well as look at, neither of us can leave out families, we share ideals and aspiration. Now that I sit here at home I understand those stares that she gave me when I said yes, I only wish I could return them, or that I could form the words in my mouth that I can put to paper.
I read about this in some of the novels from the city over the years, love at first sight, preposterous I thought.
I was wrong.
The benefits exist, surely, but it's the side effects, the little things that confirm this feeling.
-When I took her home I felt sick to my stomach, but was rectified immediately afterwards.
-I smile for no reason, originally I thought I had some form of psychological issue.
-I think about the things I could have said or done to be better, I never get caught on the past.
-When I tried to write her name, I instead wrote Platinum Angel.
I am both terrified of this and excited, but for now I will rectify my writing before.
The name I meant to write was Sunaia Ashford, my betrothed.
Written By Harlan
Aug. 22, 2018, 2:18 p.m.(6/11/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Sunaia
Welcome to the city, cousin.
It is not as bad as you might imagine it to be, and close enough to Ashford and nature in general to make exploring none-too-difficult. I have even been able to manage it, buried in duties as I am.
It is not as bad as you might imagine it to be, and close enough to Ashford and nature in general to make exploring none-too-difficult. I have even been able to manage it, buried in duties as I am.
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