Written By Juliette
Nov. 13, 2019, 2:54 a.m.(3/9/1012 AR)
How do you elevate a destitute and pretty unremarkable, if mad, commoner, to the point that the second of the faith and half the peerage is focusing solely on them? Let them step out of line and say something that the people in power don't want to hear.
Then half the Compact will know their name. Not the names of war heroes or loyal vassals, or hard working, salt of the soil people. No, no, let's elevate a confused young man who speaks pretty lies to that sharp a focus.
All that you lot are doing to respond is giving the exact attention desired. A chi,d can throw a tantrum all day if they want to, and will, if it gets them what they want. If it gets them ignored, though, they typically must turn to other methods if they are seeking for attention.
Then half the Compact will know their name. Not the names of war heroes or loyal vassals, or hard working, salt of the soil people. No, no, let's elevate a confused young man who speaks pretty lies to that sharp a focus.
All that you lot are doing to respond is giving the exact attention desired. A chi,d can throw a tantrum all day if they want to, and will, if it gets them what they want. If it gets them ignored, though, they typically must turn to other methods if they are seeking for attention.
Written By Juliette
Nov. 8, 2019, 3:59 a.m.(2/27/1012 AR)
If only I weren't stuck in bed trying to recuperate from the flu after attending a Blood Moon party half undressed in the snow. Still: worth it.
Written By Juliette
Nov. 8, 2019, 3:57 a.m.(2/27/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
It is hard not to put her on a pedestal, with the strength of her leadership, the elegance of her carriage, and the beauty of her form. Half the taverns of the Silken City one can hear songs of her legend just thus far. I do hope to meet her in the next few weeks now that I am in Arx.
Written By Juliette
Nov. 8, 2019, 3:54 a.m.(2/27/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
I eagerly await our meeting properly, my Lady.
Written By Juliette
Nov. 3, 2019, 6:51 a.m.(2/18/1012 AR)
All the roses in the city state
Are built as hair pins.
Beautiful weapons plated gold
And yet sharp as tongues.
Piercing as a blade.
Curiosity. Intrigue.
These ripe fruits are sharper still -
These bitter reds
Hide the taste of sweet almonds
like the perfume that covers
the stink of rotting flesh.
Winter crone outstretches a gnarled hand.
Have no fear, dreamer
It is not death that blooms from icy withes.
We are lost, not winnowed,
the seed that falls between the woven tendrils
of a fever dream.
Make no song, little bird.
Cheep no protest
Go back to sleep
Everything is fine.
It's fine.
Fine
Are built as hair pins.
Beautiful weapons plated gold
And yet sharp as tongues.
Piercing as a blade.
Curiosity. Intrigue.
These ripe fruits are sharper still -
These bitter reds
Hide the taste of sweet almonds
like the perfume that covers
the stink of rotting flesh.
Winter crone outstretches a gnarled hand.
Have no fear, dreamer
It is not death that blooms from icy withes.
We are lost, not winnowed,
the seed that falls between the woven tendrils
of a fever dream.
Make no song, little bird.
Cheep no protest
Go back to sleep
Everything is fine.
It's fine.
Fine
Written By Juliette
Nov. 2, 2019, 7:58 p.m.(2/17/1012 AR)
The ballroom was like a fever dream. The water like ink. The intimacy blind.
Only the snow outside was less than lovely.
Only the snow outside was less than lovely.
Written By Juliette
Oct. 30, 2019, 11:27 a.m.(2/10/1012 AR)
This trunk of clothes is bulky and vexing, I swear it weighs as much as I do, and the further north the ship carries me on the way to Arx, the colder it gets. I will miss the Silken City, no doubt. The time at the Apothecary College left me very, very homesick for the lively bustle of streets crowded with Pravosi imagery, faces and fashion.
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