Written By Amarantha
Jan. 8, 2018, 11:45 a.m.(12/5/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Apollis
You're utterly ridiculous. Rum with sugar? Rum with honey? What's wrong with you, brother?
Written By Amarantha
Jan. 1, 2018, 11:04 p.m.(11/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
The sand is bone, shell, and rust!
I lay in the cradle of this expanse,
humming a dirge for each mortal
wave--arriving like hoofbeats and
thunder to depart with laconic airs.
She sings, she sings,
and the world sleeps.
(A tiny note is scrawled in the corner of this poem, reading "Note to self: Thank lady Carita for the inspiration.")
I lay in the cradle of this expanse,
humming a dirge for each mortal
wave--arriving like hoofbeats and
thunder to depart with laconic airs.
She sings, she sings,
and the world sleeps.
(A tiny note is scrawled in the corner of this poem, reading "Note to self: Thank lady Carita for the inspiration.")
Written By Amarantha
Dec. 31, 2017, 7:50 p.m.(11/16/1007 AR)
Songmaids sung the
fate of him, whose story was so
told: "Mer-lass took him as her
own! In love, their hands were
bound. Sister, tragic to forget:
Our mortal lovers drown."
fate of him, whose story was so
told: "Mer-lass took him as her
own! In love, their hands were
bound. Sister, tragic to forget:
Our mortal lovers drown."
Written By Amarantha
Dec. 31, 2017, 7:31 p.m.(11/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Lucita
By gloom, I fear I've lost my way.
Who will sing me thro' the grey--?
Oh! Muse, if you I might persuade
--pray, lend me but a verse to aid
Who will sing me thro' the grey--?
Oh! Muse, if you I might persuade
--pray, lend me but a verse to aid
Written By Amarantha
Dec. 24, 2017, 6:36 p.m.(11/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Astraea
The moon is a widow's face! She
weeps the silver of timeless stars;
speaks the echo of empty space.
weeps the silver of timeless stars;
speaks the echo of empty space.
Written By Amarantha
Dec. 20, 2017, 11:40 p.m.(10/22/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Zhayla
I never expected to watch someone die. To see them go from smiling, talking, to---something else. My heart aches for this girl I never knew, for Marian, and for Askel. I wish had been strong enough to protect them.
A foolish wish. Marian had stood against Bringers, been a sword. Still those men cut her down.
What could I have done?
I cannot rid my mind of that question. It repeats in an ugly constant refrain. A song that I wish I never wrote.
A foolish wish. Marian had stood against Bringers, been a sword. Still those men cut her down.
What could I have done?
I cannot rid my mind of that question. It repeats in an ugly constant refrain. A song that I wish I never wrote.
Written By Amarantha
Dec. 17, 2017, 7:59 p.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Astraea
My sister keeps volunteering us for things. While I love her enthusiasm for life and helping others, I'm not sure I'm cut out for this. The last time I held a sword was right before gifting it to my dearly departed husband.
And back then, I nearly dropped it on his foot.
And back then, I nearly dropped it on his foot.
Written By Amarantha
Dec. 16, 2017, 4:12 p.m.(10/14/1007 AR)
I feel terribly uninformed on the state of Arx. If anyone can enlighten me on the matters of our lovely, always in some sort of turmoil city--please contact me. I promise a night of good food and liquor in exchange.
Perhaps even a song.
Perhaps even a song.
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