Written By Delilah
Oct. 8, 2020, 10:14 a.m.(3/1/1014 AR)
Listening calls for honouring another. Listening to another person is a gift.
Written By Delilah
Sept. 26, 2020, 7:03 p.m.(2/6/1014 AR)
An excellent bit of haberdashery lies before me. Mal will never suspect.
Written By Delilah
Aug. 24, 2020, 3:25 p.m.(11/24/1013 AR)
I think my husband is overdue for another fashionable hat. A chapeau, in fact.
Written By Delilah
Aug. 2, 2020, 4:48 p.m.(10/8/1013 AR)
Sometimes the scars of war give rise to the seeds of hope and growth.
Written By Delilah
July 11, 2020, 8:38 p.m.(8/20/1013 AR)
One is a real place. The other a fascinating work of relative fiction, selective facts plucked from colourful papers, and a story meant to delight and deceive and circumscribe an incomplete truth.
Which do you think we're in today?
Well, I have the novella brought over fresh from a kindly author whose take on things is a bit softer than experience might allow.
Which do you think we're in today?
Well, I have the novella brought over fresh from a kindly author whose take on things is a bit softer than experience might allow.
Written By Delilah
July 11, 2020, 8:36 p.m.(8/20/1013 AR)
The other is the Compact, a stunning land of knights and Godsworn, lords and ladies, heirloom swords and mighty heroes, where the seas and snows and mountains mark the end of our good king's grasp and the civilized society prides itself on arranging itself with moral and gentlemanly purpose -- to say naught of what those people out in the wilds or the woods or the lowers are doing -- and where lovely, witty people cross words and rarely swords over gowns and good boots, everyone has twins, and the fate of the nation is properly resolved over milk in the Oathlands, wine near everywhere else, without a dagger to be seen.
Written By Delilah
July 11, 2020, 8:33 p.m.(8/20/1013 AR)
We, sometimes, live in a story about a border war. Specifically a border war that happens to be in precisely the same place, precisely the same nation. One of them is the Compact, a monarchy of fractious fealties whose power on the world stage is rising, where uncertainty, ambition, and curiosity are rising, where the population is opening its eyes collectively to the world beyond the nearest community to borders over the sea so suddenly that it's making a few people nsotalgic for the days when all they needed to know and study was the name of the nearest county and its family.
Written By Delilah
July 5, 2020, 4:44 p.m.(8/8/1013 AR)
There's something magical to packing for an adventure.
Written By Delilah
June 29, 2020, 12:53 p.m.(7/24/1013 AR)
How many wars start with a simple letter?
Written By Delilah
June 20, 2020, 8:15 p.m.(7/6/1013 AR)
Every now and then the letters of the past surface. Most of these are subpar to middling issues of correspondence, their depths lost on the modern reader. How not? The minor trifles of a quarrel and updates to family matters rest in spidery ink sunken into crumbling parchments, or scraps of yellowed paper barely able to withstand the light of day. Half the time, I learn their script by touch as the long-ago quills gouged pathways into the once-supple page.
Now and then, luck strikes.
A voice of great imagination and seductive grace holds you enchanted for an hour or so. You touch the spark of a lively mind, a true personality with towering character lurking over the horizon of a period forgotten. Not all of these correspondents authored treatises to shake the foundations of the Faith or poetical diatribes worthy of commemoration in the Hall of Heroes. Though as it happens, I /do/ have one such letter.
I really, truly wish I met its author, but in that case, it may be for the better one does not. The immensity of that personality would be akin to staring into the sun: dazzling, blinding, and the world dims ever for knowing it.
Our grand heroes reveal shades of their character through those who spoke of them, knew them, recorded handed-down stories that may or may not be warped. Sometimes otherwise unknown contemporaries prove an illuminating window on the world as it was, on the cares and concerns we share today, in a different place and time. These too are jewels beyond compare.
But in those rare instances where the stars align just so, true wonders appear. A known quantity, a lavish and rapturous letter or journal, content that speaks to scathing wit and brilliance untempered, and a topic beyond wonder.
They're better than a bottle of whiskey or wine, sweeter than the finest aeterna dress, a splendour all their own. They're a night spent in the rarest of climes.
Scholarly things, that's all.
Now and then, luck strikes.
A voice of great imagination and seductive grace holds you enchanted for an hour or so. You touch the spark of a lively mind, a true personality with towering character lurking over the horizon of a period forgotten. Not all of these correspondents authored treatises to shake the foundations of the Faith or poetical diatribes worthy of commemoration in the Hall of Heroes. Though as it happens, I /do/ have one such letter.
I really, truly wish I met its author, but in that case, it may be for the better one does not. The immensity of that personality would be akin to staring into the sun: dazzling, blinding, and the world dims ever for knowing it.
Our grand heroes reveal shades of their character through those who spoke of them, knew them, recorded handed-down stories that may or may not be warped. Sometimes otherwise unknown contemporaries prove an illuminating window on the world as it was, on the cares and concerns we share today, in a different place and time. These too are jewels beyond compare.
But in those rare instances where the stars align just so, true wonders appear. A known quantity, a lavish and rapturous letter or journal, content that speaks to scathing wit and brilliance untempered, and a topic beyond wonder.
They're better than a bottle of whiskey or wine, sweeter than the finest aeterna dress, a splendour all their own. They're a night spent in the rarest of climes.
Scholarly things, that's all.
Written By Delilah
May 16, 2020, 1:55 p.m.(4/20/1013 AR)
Now to find a worthy successor to hat theft
Written By Delilah
May 4, 2020, 10:06 a.m.(3/23/1013 AR)
Generally the Compact has been sophisticated and wise enough to realize foxes should not be trusted to guard the henhouse. Just saying.
Written By Delilah
May 3, 2020, 5:51 p.m.(3/22/1013 AR)
Another day of hope and good news. I welcome it.
Written By Delilah
April 27, 2020, 12:41 a.m.(3/9/1013 AR)
What is my purpose here? It's an honest question I have no answer to. And that lack of answer is becoming an issue.
Written By Delilah
April 24, 2020, 11:09 a.m.(3/4/1013 AR)
Sometimes it is questionable to fight against our human nature. Rather stronger to embrace it.
Written By Delilah
April 19, 2020, 5:11 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Strongly considering I need a new hobby.
Written By Delilah
April 19, 2020, 5:11 p.m.(2/22/1013 AR)
Language is not a servant of perception. It -is- perception, giving form and shape to ideas.
Written By Delilah
April 10, 2020, 9:51 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)
Nothing like being scruffed like a kitten and carried home!
Written By Delilah
April 2, 2020, 1:12 p.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
With future eyes upon us, how will our legacy be viewed? We shall be judged by what we do, not by how we felt as we did it.
Written By Delilah
March 26, 2020, 6:04 p.m.(1/2/1013 AR)
This hat truly is incredible. I'm not sure I will give it back.
Captain Lilah?
Captain Lilah?
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