Written By Apollo
April 20, 2021, 7:48 p.m.(5/1/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Katarina
Having made a number of feathered hats, degree of ostentatiousness is very much a personal determination. However, there is a size above which the feather becomes precarious, either lending to your hat flying off your head or the feather flopping around in the slightest breeze. I'm sure you'll decide with due care for those standing in flopping distance.
Written By Apollo
April 20, 2021, 4:35 a.m.(4/28/1015 AR)
When I reach the end of my studies, I write the next page.
Written By Apollo
April 17, 2021, 10:29 p.m.(4/23/1015 AR)
I am particularly gratified by House Keaton's generous allowance in the matter of Oakhide. It was with their support and that of others that I created Oakhide; it is only appropriate that it be released with their blessing.
Along with House Keaton, there were others who lent expertise, time, or other support. I would like to thank:
Neviah Ciardha, Master Apothecary
Lord Vitalis Clement
Svana Grayhope, Master Tailor
Emele Greenblood, Master Armorsmith
Tatienne Lachance
Marquessa Iseulet Seryn
Natalia Whisper
Dame Alexis Wyrmfang, Master Armorsmith
And to remember those lost or departed:
Duchess Nicia Laurent
Marquessa Llewella Melaeris
Guildmaster Josephine Arcuri
Along with House Keaton, there were others who lent expertise, time, or other support. I would like to thank:
Neviah Ciardha, Master Apothecary
Lord Vitalis Clement
Svana Grayhope, Master Tailor
Emele Greenblood, Master Armorsmith
Tatienne Lachance
Marquessa Iseulet Seryn
Natalia Whisper
Dame Alexis Wyrmfang, Master Armorsmith
And to remember those lost or departed:
Duchess Nicia Laurent
Marquessa Llewella Melaeris
Guildmaster Josephine Arcuri
Written By Apollo
April 17, 2021, 4:34 p.m.(4/23/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
And what of Lagoma, good Carnifex?
Written By Apollo
April 16, 2021, 11:31 p.m.(4/22/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Orland
We cultivate the company we enjoy, my friend.
Written By Apollo
April 11, 2021, 6:43 p.m.(4/11/1015 AR)
Going through my sketchbook the other day to show some things to a client, I found a pair of pages stuck together with a proper winter armor top, hooded and furred. I remember sketching that design in the summer, coming up on two years ago now. Did I really go two whole winter seasons without releasing those? Gods, no wonder Siri is always giving me that look.
Written By Apollo
March 21, 2021, 10:13 p.m.(2/26/1015 AR)
A lesson, cutting both ways: what is easy for one may not be for another.
Written By Apollo
March 21, 2021, 5:24 p.m.(2/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Sorrel
Reading that song in the whites lifted my heart so much, I can't even tell you. Making something may be the great pleasure of my life; making something with someone else - well. There's nothing finer. Thank you, Princess Sorrel.
Written By Apollo
March 14, 2021, 7:24 p.m.(2/11/1015 AR)
In a very heavy time, the pajama party at Malespero Tower was just the ticket - a bit of fun, but I think even more was the being together. The good hostess herself won the promised set of pajamas playing the Bad Bard's Best Friend, but I'm thinking up something to give Princess Sorrel, Lady Thea, and Lord Volya - each having accidentally put together at least one of my favorite stories of the night, and supplied me with epithets that will surely carry on into my life.
Written By Apollo
Feb. 28, 2021, 4:17 p.m.(1/11/1015 AR)
Handing off pieces of the work involved in the project I started with the Crafters and Scholars has been such a relief. Caprice's enthusiasm for the project is fortifying, and - with the confidence I have in her attention to it, I've felt as if I can pursue a contribution of my own. Speaking with Marquis Cadern was a pleasure - he's generous with his time and knowledge. And there's something about a very flowery hat that puts me in a better mood - a much needed lift.
Written By Apollo
Feb. 21, 2021, 10:06 p.m.(12/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Sunniva
I miss Marquessa Sunniva already. I wasn't good about going around to talk; seems sometimes it takes a small act of the gods to get me to slow down a minute, remember I've people around me I care for, people that care for me. She had a way of noticing people. An insistence, a want to shine a light on anything that had retreated too far into shadows or quiet. I wondered once, if that was my fault, if remembering when we were young and she couldn't coax a word out of me drove her to a panic, but I saw soon after that it's just her way. I've never known anyone who took growing as a person more seriously than she did, even if her manners were perfect, cultured, beyond reproach. Her heart knew no station. Only compassion, invitation, warmth, gratitude.
If you have stories about her - stories or poetry or artwork, something you're willing to share - please reach out. I'm putting together a book for her daughter to know her by, and though I've plenty in my heart I know that she deserves better than I can do alone, a picture from many perspectives.
If you have stories about her - stories or poetry or artwork, something you're willing to share - please reach out. I'm putting together a book for her daughter to know her by, and though I've plenty in my heart I know that she deserves better than I can do alone, a picture from many perspectives.
Written By Apollo
Feb. 15, 2021, 12:36 a.m.(12/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Decius
I'm glad the story of Oakhide was enjoyed, but I should note - it was invented, not discovered.
Written By Apollo
Feb. 7, 2021, 5:17 p.m.(11/22/1014 AR)
I had an excellent night at the Bravura Exclusive, the fashion and art spectacle in honor of former Guildmaster Joscelin Arterius put on by Count Duarte and the Crafters Guild's own Master Caprice Artiglio. Seeing the brilliance of the city's many crafters and artisans never fails to lift me right from my middle, set me full of a sense of possibility.
I know there are songs and tails written of smiths, them that make armor and blades, the stuff of war. Jewels being sturdy stuff, there's enough to look on and appreciate from long past. Cloth and hide are more ephemeral things, needing care and mending and even then, it doesn't last forever. It's easier to find illustrations of clothing and leathers from long past than actual artifacts; and then, the names of tailors and tanners are so rarely joined with those depictions. It's easy to believe our contributions will be lost to time, that our names will fall to obscurity.
But clothing is stuff of life. Impermanent though it is, it is for its moment warmth, and texture, a feeling. A portrayal of self, and suitably fleeting in that. Who amongst us changes not at all? Armor him in only metal, perhaps, the rest of us need softer things to suit our tempers and seasons. A cut and color to bolster or calm our mood, structure to straighten our spines, shapelessness to envelop us in our quiet. I celebrate my fellow clothiers and our momentary madness, that we pour hours into things that will not last, but that the people in them are cared for.
I know there are songs and tails written of smiths, them that make armor and blades, the stuff of war. Jewels being sturdy stuff, there's enough to look on and appreciate from long past. Cloth and hide are more ephemeral things, needing care and mending and even then, it doesn't last forever. It's easier to find illustrations of clothing and leathers from long past than actual artifacts; and then, the names of tailors and tanners are so rarely joined with those depictions. It's easy to believe our contributions will be lost to time, that our names will fall to obscurity.
But clothing is stuff of life. Impermanent though it is, it is for its moment warmth, and texture, a feeling. A portrayal of self, and suitably fleeting in that. Who amongst us changes not at all? Armor him in only metal, perhaps, the rest of us need softer things to suit our tempers and seasons. A cut and color to bolster or calm our mood, structure to straighten our spines, shapelessness to envelop us in our quiet. I celebrate my fellow clothiers and our momentary madness, that we pour hours into things that will not last, but that the people in them are cared for.
Written By Apollo
Jan. 31, 2021, 8:50 p.m.(11/9/1014 AR)
Do we err more for what we've missed, or what we've misunderstood?
Written By Apollo
Jan. 19, 2021, 6:09 a.m.(10/12/1014 AR)
A Whisper I am, then.
Written By Apollo
Jan. 17, 2021, 10:26 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Duarte
I should thank Count Duarte for the lovely stitching awl as well. I don't think I'd ever laid eyes on goldenwood prior - it's really beautiful. I wonder if it's hard to work with.
Written By Apollo
Jan. 17, 2021, 9:58 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)
Returned from our journey to Bravura. The people there have such an appreciation for the arts, simple and strange. I got time to sit with a tanner there; tools were in rough shape, but he managed to put a perfect surface on deerhide with tools so rusted I thought they'd leave streaks.
I'm not sure that I could do that. Leave my tools to disrepair. Not because I think they wouldn't work, but there's something like a trust I have in my tools that I'm loathe to break. If I don't care for what I have, what's the point in having it?
I'm not sure that I could do that. Leave my tools to disrepair. Not because I think they wouldn't work, but there's something like a trust I have in my tools that I'm loathe to break. If I don't care for what I have, what's the point in having it?
Written By Apollo
Jan. 10, 2021, 8:43 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
Shall I make a wish, or say a prayer?
There's room enough for both, isn't there.
There's room enough for both, isn't there.
Written By Apollo
Jan. 3, 2021, 10:51 p.m.(9/9/1014 AR)
It was lovely hearing the laughing excitement of the Crafters Guild over the Death Fat Ones Pathfinder Lou talked about being in Brightshore. I wonder what strange animals are out there with hides I've never seen? Don't be shy now, if you've seen something fantastic, write me.
Written By Apollo
Dec. 15, 2020, 5:15 a.m.(7/25/1014 AR)
It's interesting that pity is so derided. Like we aren't meant to feel anything for each other, and certainly not if someone's done wrong, done wrong to us or to others. Like we aren't supposed conjure for ourselves the set of circumstances that lead, one thing on to the next, to whatever wrong was done. Test our sense of our own selves against those circumstances. Wonder: would I feel so angry? Would I feel so desperate? Would I be so even-headed, then, would I be rash, would I have done any better? Would I have done any different?
But when people talk about pity, the talk about it in a very different way. As if it is something done explicitly to someone lesser, someone whose circumstances are beneath imagining as one's own. Inspiring of stuff like mercy and charity on the grounds that their person is pathetic, their circumstances too distressing to really consider.
I was taught a different sort of pity.
When I was small, I saw things no child should see. I had the good luck that my lot was temporary; I didn't suffer endlessly, I had another chance that yielded on to another chance that yielded on to a hundred more. I remember when the guard brought me around to Keaton Keep to meet a woman that was, I recognize now, herself quite nearly a child. She didn't look at me like my circumstance was so different to hers. Her care for me was a kind of mercy. And it was also an act of faith or hope or something like both. A wish. Were I this child, I'd want someone to feed me bacon and biscuits. Were I this child, I'd want someone to carry me to a bed and tuck me in. I'd want someone to sit and let the world be quiet and still awhile.
I'm not who I am today because Baroness Margerie saved me. I'm who I am today because she saw me. And saw a bit of herself in me, a bit of me in herself.
There's nothing contemptible in being moved by another person. Even if they've done something wrong, especially if they've done something wrong. I bet every good heart in the world has something to regret. Being as most mistakes aren't fatal, most move on. Learn something, if they're lucky; struggle onward, if not. Being people and not the faceless Sentinel, we carry our knowing what it is to be a person living in the world into all our judgements, no matter the face we wear. Maybe that leads us on to more mistakes, misjudgements. But sometimes when we miss giving someone what they deserve we manage to land on giving them what they need.
But when people talk about pity, the talk about it in a very different way. As if it is something done explicitly to someone lesser, someone whose circumstances are beneath imagining as one's own. Inspiring of stuff like mercy and charity on the grounds that their person is pathetic, their circumstances too distressing to really consider.
I was taught a different sort of pity.
When I was small, I saw things no child should see. I had the good luck that my lot was temporary; I didn't suffer endlessly, I had another chance that yielded on to another chance that yielded on to a hundred more. I remember when the guard brought me around to Keaton Keep to meet a woman that was, I recognize now, herself quite nearly a child. She didn't look at me like my circumstance was so different to hers. Her care for me was a kind of mercy. And it was also an act of faith or hope or something like both. A wish. Were I this child, I'd want someone to feed me bacon and biscuits. Were I this child, I'd want someone to carry me to a bed and tuck me in. I'd want someone to sit and let the world be quiet and still awhile.
I'm not who I am today because Baroness Margerie saved me. I'm who I am today because she saw me. And saw a bit of herself in me, a bit of me in herself.
There's nothing contemptible in being moved by another person. Even if they've done something wrong, especially if they've done something wrong. I bet every good heart in the world has something to regret. Being as most mistakes aren't fatal, most move on. Learn something, if they're lucky; struggle onward, if not. Being people and not the faceless Sentinel, we carry our knowing what it is to be a person living in the world into all our judgements, no matter the face we wear. Maybe that leads us on to more mistakes, misjudgements. But sometimes when we miss giving someone what they deserve we manage to land on giving them what they need.
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