Written By Joslyn
Nov. 26, 2017, 8:20 a.m.(8/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
I would like to extend my heartfelt gratitude to Bliss Whisper and the rest of the Whisper house for the invitation to a lovely evening. The food, music and company was sublime, and you have really outdone yourselves. It's such a joy to have her back in the city, I haven't seen her since I was a young girl back in Tor. It has been a joy to get to know her once more as a woman grown.
If there are more evenings like this, I sincerely hope to receive an invitation in the future, I would hate to miss it.
If there are more evenings like this, I sincerely hope to receive an invitation in the future, I would hate to miss it.
Written By Joslyn
Nov. 26, 2017, 8:12 a.m.(8/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Delilah
When I met Lady Delilah Whitehawk, I could immediately tell there was something special about her, and I had endeavored to make sure to figure out what it was. At first we seemed to happen to run into each other quite a bit, and perhaps it was just coincidence, but perhaps there was some other hand at work. We met more, grew closer, and the future has never looked better. These past few months have been a whirlwind, and I expect the archives to be full of my musings on the subject that will make the compact collectively gag and groan.
You're welcome, world.
You're welcome, world.
Written By Joslyn
Nov. 19, 2017, 11:59 a.m.(8/12/1007 AR)
So, today I learn that when somebody claims to be unable to lie, what they really mean is "Until it's convenient for me."
Written By Joslyn
Nov. 18, 2017, 6:56 a.m.(8/9/1007 AR)
You know, I feel that it should be commented upon. Ripping a dress is not just a crime against your family's bank account, but also on your own sanity. If anybody were to rip one of my dresses, what follows had certainly better be the single most mind blowing experience of my life. Even if it was, my forgiveness would only last until the glow wore off, and than it gets brought up every time we have an argument between now and death. Don't rip dresses, unless you are 100% sure she is into that. As much fun as it is, and as hot as it is.
Just not my seasilk, please.
Just not my seasilk, please.
Written By Joslyn
Nov. 14, 2017, 12:44 a.m.(8/1/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Lucita
I was delighted for a chance to instruct Lady Lucita in the finer points of self defense when she had expressed an interest. It is my firm belief that everybody should know how to defend themselves, especially those that aren't soldiers. I had expected that she would pick up some pointers and that she would be done with it and at the very least she wouldn't be completely helpless were she beset upon by somebody that wished her harm.
What I certainly hadn't expected was that she would become among the best and most attentive of my students. Others have gone on to become soldiers, or generals in their own rights. Lady Lucita is a musician with no desire to become a soldier, but after having known her as I do, I believe that had she desired to become one, she certainly would have the aptitude. Never before have I seen such determination from a student in the name of self defense. She practices when I'm not around and provides insights into her own shortcomings. She's attentive and bright and I am so proud to have had the chance to know her. Much to learn, but I expect she'll be quite formidable if she keeps things at the pace she's going.
What I certainly hadn't expected was that she would become among the best and most attentive of my students. Others have gone on to become soldiers, or generals in their own rights. Lady Lucita is a musician with no desire to become a soldier, but after having known her as I do, I believe that had she desired to become one, she certainly would have the aptitude. Never before have I seen such determination from a student in the name of self defense. She practices when I'm not around and provides insights into her own shortcomings. She's attentive and bright and I am so proud to have had the chance to know her. Much to learn, but I expect she'll be quite formidable if she keeps things at the pace she's going.
Written By Joslyn
Nov. 12, 2017, 3:18 p.m.(7/26/1007 AR)
Just when I think I've seen everything, the patrols show me that I am horribly mistaken and that there is still so much more for me to see. In the Gray Forest, I had a chance to encounter these minions of the slaver that I had never seen before. Bigger than a human, though not as big as a giant. I'm not quite sure what to make of them, but I do know that I managed to kill two of them, and with the assistance of Master Sergei, took down a third. They die like anything else, but it makes me wonder just what other sorts of creatures there are that I have yet to face off against. I'll just have to keep my hairpins sharpened for the occasion.
Written By Joslyn
Nov. 7, 2017, 5:37 p.m.(7/16/1007 AR)
Whoever said that time heals all wounds was full of shit. It hasn't gotten any easier, and now everybody is trying to tell me that I can't have my wine, just when I need it the most! They can't keep me from my wine!
Written By Joslyn
Nov. 6, 2017, 12:26 a.m.(7/13/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
She doesn't talk much, but she is one hell of a fighter. She gave me a compliment after I beat her in the sunday night spars at The Golden Hart. At least I think it was a compliment? She said two words in my direction and they sounded complimentary, I'll take what I can get. Maybe one day I'll find out what it takes to maintain a conversation with her.
Written By Joslyn
Nov. 2, 2017, 1:56 p.m.(7/6/1007 AR)
I thought that although I cannot make it in that duel in person, I'll be wearing red stockings in a show of support to Princess Marian Redrain. May her champion's blows during true!
Written By Joslyn
Nov. 1, 2017, 6:05 p.m.(7/4/1007 AR)
With all of these proclamations about Thralldom that I've been hearing left and right, I can't help but wonder why the obvious answer can't be seen. Simply put a punishment for a crime is handled best by the sentence of a period of time of hard labor, and should their crimes be too great, execution. The idea of thralldom is to take those captured in war, or criminals, and to force them to pay out their debts to society by doing hard...
Oh.
Well, shit. I seem to have some thinking to do.
Oh.
Well, shit. I seem to have some thinking to do.
Written By Joslyn
Oct. 29, 2017, 10:18 p.m.(6/27/1007 AR)
We're living in most curious times. We're reading stories of fantastic events that are written as if they had actually occurred. It seems that a new future really is upon us. I'm most interested to see where this all leads.
Written By Joslyn
Oct. 28, 2017, 7:43 a.m.(6/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Isabetta
If you want your time to count, perhaps next time you might try completing the course? If it helps, the idea is to run through the course, and ring the gong, and you must go through each obstacle. If the gong does not ring, your time does not count. Before you start leveling accusations of cheating in the archives of Vellichor, you might instead begin training your body so that you might be capable of completing the gauntlet, Lady Isabetta.
Written By Joslyn
Oct. 14, 2017, 8:23 a.m.(5/24/1007 AR)
It's the first battle I've experienced in some months, and to my memory, it all went well. Of course this all flies in the face of the fact that I woke up in a medical cot with the worst headache of my life, and I'm pretty sure my ribs are broken. I don't remember anything after a second enemy came, large and angry, I approached the whole thing like a game. It's all fun. Fighting is fun, right?
How do I really let this lesson sink in? What did I do wrong? I can't remember if I misstepped, or even how well I did (I was assured that I did a rather nasty number of blows before he took me down. Hope they fucking hurt). No fear, no realization that all was lost, that I was about to die. I don't have any of that. Just a haze of emotion and darkness, and than hours... Days later? Gods how long was it? I woke, in agony. All that I had could have been lost in an instant. An instant that I cannot recall, a moment that to me never was. That is death, and it's far easier to cross over than I realized. Next time I hear something that big approach, I'm running and getting an army.
To Lord Silas, Lord Kaldur and Lady Olivia, I cannot recall what you did for me, but I'm certain I owe you all my life. I'm forever in all your debts.
How do I really let this lesson sink in? What did I do wrong? I can't remember if I misstepped, or even how well I did (I was assured that I did a rather nasty number of blows before he took me down. Hope they fucking hurt). No fear, no realization that all was lost, that I was about to die. I don't have any of that. Just a haze of emotion and darkness, and than hours... Days later? Gods how long was it? I woke, in agony. All that I had could have been lost in an instant. An instant that I cannot recall, a moment that to me never was. That is death, and it's far easier to cross over than I realized. Next time I hear something that big approach, I'm running and getting an army.
To Lord Silas, Lord Kaldur and Lady Olivia, I cannot recall what you did for me, but I'm certain I owe you all my life. I'm forever in all your debts.
Written By Joslyn
Aug. 20, 2017, 3:02 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)
A new home, a new beginning. I don't know what the future holds for me, but I hope I can make something out of it. I owe this to myself, and to her.
Written By Joslyn
June 25, 2017, 8:14 p.m.(9/21/1006 AR)
So, today, I'm going to write a few of my thoughts on love. It's a bit of a trite and tired subject that so many have written on as if they already know all the ins and outs, or about the significance of that one person in their lives that only months later they'll have forgotten all about while chasing that new person, and while I can't guarantee that I'll know any better than any of those people, what I will promise is that I am going to try to have something different to say than the normal rank and file of the rest of the world.
I have a rather unique perspective on what love is and what love really means. I am not alone in this view, but it remains rather unconventional. It was something that was learned through all of my experiences with my first love. Lady Juliet Fidante. She taught me to love unconditionally, and to love many. I have been fortunate to have had many loves in my life, and with many more hopeful years before me, I look forward to having many more. I have dealt with a terrible loss at her death, and so one would be forgiven for expecting that I've not taken any new loves since that dreadful day, and I would forgive them for being so mistaken.
There have been many that have successfully managed to wrangle a place of affection in my heart, and a handful that I have fallen quite hard in love for. This entry is... while I won't be giving any names out (at least not yet, it may soon become obvious who I'm talking about to any that know me), specifically about how unexpected certain things in my life can be. There can come a person that comes into your life in the most unexpected of ways. You meet them and, they manage to touch something deep within you, and you find yourself resistant to what those feelings draw forth.
You know, I'm not sure why I fought those feelings at first. I suppose I worried that she would be bad for me, that I would not want what she had to offer. Was it because the wounds from my loss were so fresh? I suspect that may have had something to do with it. I had lost so much in these last few weeks, women that I loved even aside from my beloved Juliet. I was afraid to let this new person into my fold... and yet I found myself with her. She offered not only tenderness, but resolve and strength. In time, I found that I looked forward to receiving her missives, that hardly a day went by that I didn't hope to hear from her in some way, and all this time I still worried that I was not worthy, and yet... here we are.
There are others, and... I loved them unabashedly, shamelessly and fully. The loves I have in my life today... I will not compare them to the loves that came before, because it is unfair to them all. It sells them all short and quite frankly, there is no such thing as a love that is greater or less than any others. They are all worthy and all that I would spend my life with if I could. They are each and every one of them, my greatest loves. It is how I learned to express myself, and I just find myself hoping that... if Juliet could see me now, that she would be happy that even in light of all the pain that I have felt and still feel, that I've found this measure of happiness. That I've found people that I can confide and embrace, share a love and in those moments in the dead of night, find a joy and comfort in their arms.
Loss is a terrible thing, and it's not something that I would wish upon anybody, but for all those that have lost those that they love and care for, I'm certain that your loves would wish for you to find that happiness, to find that measure of satisfaction in a life that goes on without them. I urge you to find it. Whether that be in the arms of another, or some other measure of happiness, try to find it, please. For your own sake, because wallowing in sorrow did nothing for me, and breathing and finding my own happiness and life once more was like seeing color brought back to the world, and sometimes you'll find what brings that back to you where you least expect it.
Thank you, my love, for being the perfect compliment to my everything. I pray we have a long and prosperous future together.
I have a rather unique perspective on what love is and what love really means. I am not alone in this view, but it remains rather unconventional. It was something that was learned through all of my experiences with my first love. Lady Juliet Fidante. She taught me to love unconditionally, and to love many. I have been fortunate to have had many loves in my life, and with many more hopeful years before me, I look forward to having many more. I have dealt with a terrible loss at her death, and so one would be forgiven for expecting that I've not taken any new loves since that dreadful day, and I would forgive them for being so mistaken.
There have been many that have successfully managed to wrangle a place of affection in my heart, and a handful that I have fallen quite hard in love for. This entry is... while I won't be giving any names out (at least not yet, it may soon become obvious who I'm talking about to any that know me), specifically about how unexpected certain things in my life can be. There can come a person that comes into your life in the most unexpected of ways. You meet them and, they manage to touch something deep within you, and you find yourself resistant to what those feelings draw forth.
You know, I'm not sure why I fought those feelings at first. I suppose I worried that she would be bad for me, that I would not want what she had to offer. Was it because the wounds from my loss were so fresh? I suspect that may have had something to do with it. I had lost so much in these last few weeks, women that I loved even aside from my beloved Juliet. I was afraid to let this new person into my fold... and yet I found myself with her. She offered not only tenderness, but resolve and strength. In time, I found that I looked forward to receiving her missives, that hardly a day went by that I didn't hope to hear from her in some way, and all this time I still worried that I was not worthy, and yet... here we are.
There are others, and... I loved them unabashedly, shamelessly and fully. The loves I have in my life today... I will not compare them to the loves that came before, because it is unfair to them all. It sells them all short and quite frankly, there is no such thing as a love that is greater or less than any others. They are all worthy and all that I would spend my life with if I could. They are each and every one of them, my greatest loves. It is how I learned to express myself, and I just find myself hoping that... if Juliet could see me now, that she would be happy that even in light of all the pain that I have felt and still feel, that I've found this measure of happiness. That I've found people that I can confide and embrace, share a love and in those moments in the dead of night, find a joy and comfort in their arms.
Loss is a terrible thing, and it's not something that I would wish upon anybody, but for all those that have lost those that they love and care for, I'm certain that your loves would wish for you to find that happiness, to find that measure of satisfaction in a life that goes on without them. I urge you to find it. Whether that be in the arms of another, or some other measure of happiness, try to find it, please. For your own sake, because wallowing in sorrow did nothing for me, and breathing and finding my own happiness and life once more was like seeing color brought back to the world, and sometimes you'll find what brings that back to you where you least expect it.
Thank you, my love, for being the perfect compliment to my everything. I pray we have a long and prosperous future together.
Written By Joslyn
June 18, 2017, 6:21 p.m.(9/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Fatima
I met this Thraxian Princess exploring the Thrax ward. She seems a kind sort, and invited me to brunch the next day, whereupon she seemed intent on setting me up with somebody on a sort of blind date. It went... surprisingly well? I don't think I know her nearly as well as I should, but something tells me there will be ample opportunity.
Written By Joslyn
June 16, 2017, 6:03 p.m.(9/1/1006 AR)
I'm a little confused. Do some people believe that cryptic journal entries are a new phenomenon? I've been reading vaguely coded white journals for as long as I can remember, it's almost as if people want to call people out in public, without actually calling them out. A strange kind of 'gotcha' where they know that you know that they know, but the other people don't know. You know?
Maybe I shouldn't drink before writing these.
Maybe I shouldn't drink before writing these.
Written By Joslyn
June 15, 2017, 12:55 p.m.(8/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Narciso
You were certainly different, and an honorable death, worthy of any song. I'm sure you would have loved to hear it.
As promised, I will continue in my journey, and make my own life something worthy of song.
As promised, I will continue in my journey, and make my own life something worthy of song.
Written By Joslyn
June 10, 2017, 1:18 p.m.(8/16/1006 AR)
I'm not sure if that was a threat or flirtation.
Inquiring minds need to know.
Inquiring minds need to know.
Written By Joslyn
June 10, 2017, 1:09 p.m.(8/16/1006 AR)
Today I will fight for Princess Eleyna's honor against Prince Talen's champion Mirari Corsetina. It is well that she looks forward to drawing blood, but I'm afraid that she's going to be disappointed, for that honor shall be mine.
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