Written By Brigid
Feb. 23, 2020, 1:30 a.m.(10/21/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Brigida
I want to be you when I grow up.
Written By Brigid
Feb. 16, 2020, 1:08 p.m.(10.251447172619047/8.081041666666668/1012.7709539310516 AR)
Step by step, it feels as if I am traveling in the right direction - I look forward to the coolness of Fall and Winter's blanketing chill.
Written By Brigid
Feb. 8, 2020, 3:21 p.m.(9.583300677910053/19.664837962962963/1012.7152750564925 AR)
Relationship Note on Aedric
It is a most curious thing that a Blackshore now finds himself quite far from the sea and at my doorstep. Further more, that he wishes to take up in acquiring one of my horse stock instead of galloping across the seas on a ship.
Thankfully, we seem to be of the same mind in our views of the world and so I find myself glad that he has washed in with the tide.
Thankfully, we seem to be of the same mind in our views of the world and so I find myself glad that he has washed in with the tide.
Written By Brigid
Dec. 30, 2019, 1:09 a.m.(6/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Katherine
How much you are teaching me and here I had thought that there was little left to learn! You are young, radiant, and full of a desire to make your world what you want it to be. The public eye is not one that I am comfortable being in but you've coaxed me like one teaching a horse to get used to a hawk - carefully and with much devotion.
I am proud to have you at my side and the Moore family grows ever greater because of you, cousin.
I am proud to have you at my side and the Moore family grows ever greater because of you, cousin.
Written By Brigid
Dec. 30, 2019, 1:05 a.m.(6/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Gaspar
The forests of my home were as familiar to me as my own bedroom, the boughs as comfortable as my bed. The beasts that roamed betwixt the tall pines both in the light of revealing sunshine and the halo of starshine as comfortable with my presence as the horses and even hounds I trained. But for some reason I'd never expected to meet a familiar acquaintance, who hails from mossy undergrowth and chicken coop raids, in the city of Arx.
Well met, Mr. Fox.
Well met, Mr. Fox.
Written By Brigid
Nov. 18, 2019, 5:57 p.m.(3/21/1012 AR)
I can't begin to explain the burdensome feeling of betrayal that has started to turn my hope sour. If it had been committed by a person to whom I had been pledged perhaps there would be more understanding and therefore allow me to move on as time allows - but to feel such disloyalty from the land itself?
It is a strangeness.
How I wish the ice and snow would blanket every inch of Acorn Hill, grant it a hibernal rest to yield healing regrowth come spring but it is these illogical thoughts my mind has recently wandered towards.
Maybe I am the one that needs to hibernate like a bear.
It is a strangeness.
How I wish the ice and snow would blanket every inch of Acorn Hill, grant it a hibernal rest to yield healing regrowth come spring but it is these illogical thoughts my mind has recently wandered towards.
Maybe I am the one that needs to hibernate like a bear.
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