Written By Khanne
June 6, 2021, 8:23 p.m.(8/11/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Deva
I'll fight for tomorrow with you.
Written By Khanne
May 30, 2021, 9:25 p.m.(7/25/1015 AR)
Arx is so full of talent, and Lianne and Evaristo did a wonderful job pulling us all together to celebrate the concept of time. I applaud all those who contributed to the books, and everyone who took part in the impromptu creativity at the event itself.
Written By Khanne
May 30, 2021, 4:27 p.m.(7/25/1015 AR)
I am the dawning sun rising over the horizon ready to illuminate a new day.
Yep... I think that adequately explains things for me right about now.
Yep... I think that adequately explains things for me right about now.
Written By Khanne
May 16, 2021, 12:46 p.m.(6/25/1015 AR)
It is often the person or persons who work quietly yet perform remarkable feats that change the tides of battles that go unnoticed and unthanked.
To all the not-quite-invisible-but-often-overlooked heroes.... Thank you. Your loyalty and bravery are very much appreciated, and I, for one, just want you to know that.
To all the not-quite-invisible-but-often-overlooked heroes.... Thank you. Your loyalty and bravery are very much appreciated, and I, for one, just want you to know that.
Written By Khanne
May 9, 2021, 6:54 p.m.(6/11/1015 AR)
Sand.
It gets everywhere, I swear.
It gets everywhere, I swear.
Written By Khanne
May 2, 2021, 6:41 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Volcica
Lady Volcica Stahlben.
Anyone who has a care to remember the names of those in Arx who are rather selfless, work to improve their houses, sacrifice for the good of the Compact, and all-around do great things. Lady Volcica Stahlben. She should be thanked and remembered for a number of reasons. But I have one very personal and important thing to be thankful for her presence for.
She saved my life at Pieros. I am sure of it.
You have my eternal appreciation, Volcica. I would be happy to have you nearby whatever adventures we might go on in the future. Thank you.
Anyone who has a care to remember the names of those in Arx who are rather selfless, work to improve their houses, sacrifice for the good of the Compact, and all-around do great things. Lady Volcica Stahlben. She should be thanked and remembered for a number of reasons. But I have one very personal and important thing to be thankful for her presence for.
She saved my life at Pieros. I am sure of it.
You have my eternal appreciation, Volcica. I would be happy to have you nearby whatever adventures we might go on in the future. Thank you.
Written By Khanne
April 25, 2021, 8:33 p.m.(5/11/1015 AR)
It's an interesting concept; feeling comfortable in your skin. What does it mean? Can we feel comfortable in our skin but not understand it? Can we feel comfortable in our own skin, even if we are in places that do not feel like home?
What does home feel like to you? How do you know when you are 'home'? Are you comfortable in your own skin? What does that even mean?
Conversation can lead to so many interesting ponderings....
What does home feel like to you? How do you know when you are 'home'? Are you comfortable in your own skin? What does that even mean?
Conversation can lead to so many interesting ponderings....
Written By Khanne
April 4, 2021, 8:06 p.m.(3/25/1015 AR)
There is a lot in the world that is uncertain. It is some comfort to have good alliances with others. As individual Houses across Arvum, we are strong. When we band together, that is where our true power shall prevail.
Congratulations to my cousin, now known as Lord Reve Darkwater, and his wife, Lady Azova Darkwater on their marriage, bringing together our houses in union and alliance.
Congratulations to my cousin, now known as Lord Reve Darkwater, and his wife, Lady Azova Darkwater on their marriage, bringing together our houses in union and alliance.
Written By Khanne
March 14, 2021, 7:55 p.m.(2/11/1015 AR)
I always tell people that in times of darkness, you must try harder to see the light... Sometimes, the light just refuses to not shine. Sometimes, what might seem dark might make you wonder if you ever really understood it, as you thought you did.
What is darkness without light?
What is sadness without joy?
And can a person live somewhere in the middle? Can you feel sadness and joy in practically the same moment?
If someone sees you smile when you are meant to be full of sorrow... will they understand that one does not completely erase the other? If there is sadness in the eyes and a curl of the lip, will the person who made you smile think they failed as it is not reflected in your gaze?
Don't mind me scholar... I'm just working through some things.
What is darkness without light?
What is sadness without joy?
And can a person live somewhere in the middle? Can you feel sadness and joy in practically the same moment?
If someone sees you smile when you are meant to be full of sorrow... will they understand that one does not completely erase the other? If there is sadness in the eyes and a curl of the lip, will the person who made you smile think they failed as it is not reflected in your gaze?
Don't mind me scholar... I'm just working through some things.
Written By Khanne
March 10, 2021, 11:10 a.m.(2/3/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
I struggle with the words to describe how I feel in this moment. I struggled with them when making the announcement of the news. I am not one who is usually at a loss for words. Too often, I am the one with an overabundance of them. Yet, here I am.
My brain tells me I should write a tribute to you, that I should tell the world about the wonderful man that you were. But when I attempt to begin writing about your accomplishments, my mind simply gets lost in memory after memory of you. I remember the first time we sat together to talk. You brought a picnic to the Stone Grove, wanting to ask questions of me. I think it was about balance, but honestly, the foremost memory of that moment was how you looked at me with such excitement for learning, and how you adjusted your glasses every time they slipped.
I remember when I learned why you never really drank. I do not think I have seen such a magnificent bump on the noggin since then. I remember the birthday present you gave me that first year and how completely surprised I was, and how thrilled I was by it. I remember your rules, and how I dared to break them. And your art... oh, how I loved your art. It brings a smile instantly to my face to see one of your works. I remember how you wrote "The Book of You", which was, as it were, all about me. I treasure each and every entry still. I remember how you worried that I was so involved with my work that I would forget to eat. Lourche would come by with a basket full of tasty foods. Mrr. I remember how you said I smelled like 'blue'.
I remember, of course, the dark times too. Like, the mistake I made that still causes me pain to think about. How I felt incomplete for so long. I recall when we began speaking again and how difficult it was, for both of us. And I remember never giving up hope, no matter how dark it got.
I remember when we began to reconcile. How you brought me gifts; lovely dresses, a beautiful ornamental sprig of lavender for my hair. I remember how you called me your Light. I remember stolen moments that grew longer and longer. I remember waiting for spring. Oh, how I loved winter... until that year when it felt like Spring was painfully far away and could not arrive quick enough. I remember how welcomed into Halfshav you were, and how everyone was so excited to have a scholar of your like in our family. I remember how much fun we had torturing my brother.
I remember how the curls lay across your forehead and how my fingers seemed magnetized to them, twirling and winding that spring of hair around them playfully.
Let others extoll tales of your brilliant mind, your gifts as an alchemist, and all that. I will tell the world about the man behind all that. The man who moved me emotionally more than anyone else I have ever known. If they can not tell how amazing you were by my words, they will never truly understand. The Queen of Endings is richer today for having you with her, and the rest of us will have to carry the wealth of the memory of you instead.
I remember.
Always.
My brain tells me I should write a tribute to you, that I should tell the world about the wonderful man that you were. But when I attempt to begin writing about your accomplishments, my mind simply gets lost in memory after memory of you. I remember the first time we sat together to talk. You brought a picnic to the Stone Grove, wanting to ask questions of me. I think it was about balance, but honestly, the foremost memory of that moment was how you looked at me with such excitement for learning, and how you adjusted your glasses every time they slipped.
I remember when I learned why you never really drank. I do not think I have seen such a magnificent bump on the noggin since then. I remember the birthday present you gave me that first year and how completely surprised I was, and how thrilled I was by it. I remember your rules, and how I dared to break them. And your art... oh, how I loved your art. It brings a smile instantly to my face to see one of your works. I remember how you wrote "The Book of You", which was, as it were, all about me. I treasure each and every entry still. I remember how you worried that I was so involved with my work that I would forget to eat. Lourche would come by with a basket full of tasty foods. Mrr. I remember how you said I smelled like 'blue'.
I remember, of course, the dark times too. Like, the mistake I made that still causes me pain to think about. How I felt incomplete for so long. I recall when we began speaking again and how difficult it was, for both of us. And I remember never giving up hope, no matter how dark it got.
I remember when we began to reconcile. How you brought me gifts; lovely dresses, a beautiful ornamental sprig of lavender for my hair. I remember how you called me your Light. I remember stolen moments that grew longer and longer. I remember waiting for spring. Oh, how I loved winter... until that year when it felt like Spring was painfully far away and could not arrive quick enough. I remember how welcomed into Halfshav you were, and how everyone was so excited to have a scholar of your like in our family. I remember how much fun we had torturing my brother.
I remember how the curls lay across your forehead and how my fingers seemed magnetized to them, twirling and winding that spring of hair around them playfully.
Let others extoll tales of your brilliant mind, your gifts as an alchemist, and all that. I will tell the world about the man behind all that. The man who moved me emotionally more than anyone else I have ever known. If they can not tell how amazing you were by my words, they will never truly understand. The Queen of Endings is richer today for having you with her, and the rest of us will have to carry the wealth of the memory of you instead.
I remember.
Always.
Written By Khanne
March 4, 2021, 8:36 p.m.(1/19/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Volya
Volya said: "Either I look good in a vest, or I'm accidentally setting a new fashion trend."
I ask -- Why not both?
I ask -- Why not both?
Written By Khanne
March 3, 2021, 3:53 p.m.(1/17/1015 AR)
I have always enjoyed the Feast of the Senses that my good friend, Archduchess Jaenelle is generous enough to host. I may not always enjoy the food items chosen, but I have particular tastes... but I seem to always enjoy the company I am matched with for the evening. Last night was no exception (though I did rather enjoy every morsel of food, well, the ones that did not end up down my dress instead of in my mouth). My companion for the evening was a joy to talk to, a gentleman, and a charmer.
Thank you, Jaenelle, for once again pairing me with a wonderful conversationalist.
Thank you, Jaenelle, for once again pairing me with a wonderful conversationalist.
Written By Khanne
March 3, 2021, 3:46 p.m.(1/17/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Volya
I am not certain you should. I heard you look good in a vest.
Written By Khanne
Feb. 21, 2021, 10:17 p.m.(12/23/1014 AR)
Have you ever tried to chase the wind?
Written By Khanne
Jan. 10, 2021, 9:32 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
It was a busy bit of time for me... a few days or so before the Sloshed Poetry Slam, I attended the Kismet Carnival. It was, of course, a great success and I had so much fun! It has been a long time since I was able to so thoroughly just feel free as I did. Thanks in part to Lianne's company as we played the many games available (I won two trophies!). If anyone should ever have the chance to attend a Kismet Carnival, whether hosted here in town or one of the traveling ones, I highly recommend. Venturo certainly knows what he's doing in running them!
Written By Khanne
Jan. 10, 2021, 4:56 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Sloshed Poetry Slam did not at all go as I expected (seems not much does these days), but it was great fun! I hope everyone who attended enjoyed themselves as much as I. Big thank yous to all who participated! Everyone's poems were amazing!
I am still very fond of the one about traveling toads though.
I am still very fond of the one about traveling toads though.
Written By Khanne
Nov. 29, 2020, 9:35 p.m.(6/23/1014 AR)
I have to say, I received some lovely letters recently. They made me smile, and also made me question my own thoughts, my own sense of self and put to words some concepts that are generally kept vague in the grand picture. The letters reminded me of those that I have safe in my desk drawer, that I will always treasure, from people I held and hold close to me.
Sometimes, a well-written letter is a perfect gift to lift one's spirits, whether it be long, or short.
Of note:, I enjoy letters, feel free to send them. I also encourage you to send them to others. I am sure there are many who could use and would appreciate the sentiment.
Sometimes, a well-written letter is a perfect gift to lift one's spirits, whether it be long, or short.
Of note:, I enjoy letters, feel free to send them. I also encourage you to send them to others. I am sure there are many who could use and would appreciate the sentiment.
Written By Khanne
Nov. 22, 2020, 7:06 p.m.(6/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Lianne
I think back to when Lianne and I first thought of hosting the Evening of Complements, it makes me smile to think about how we thought the event might go. It of course was not quite at all the way we imagined... as few plans ever take place the way we think they might, do they? But that it was different was not at all a disappointment. The evening far exceeded many of the expectations we might have had. And truly, I wish to thank everyone who attended the night at the Eidolon Gallery, those who contributed to art through whatever medium they chose, and those who enjoyed the art displayed and performed. To see so many enjoy the beauty of cultural aspects warms a heart that has weighed heavy as of late.... so.... Thank you.
Thank you too for Master Brewer Venturo, for creating the fantastic brew, unique to our event only. It was, of course, delicious, and I hope everyone got to enjoy it... He provided art through the brew, and the spinning of a tale, all in the same night.
I hope too that people were able to see what we had aimed with the theme of the evening. Complements. That even if two things seem to be vastly different from one another, there is a place in the middle of differences where the two can meet, where one can complement the other, and vice versa. For myself, I must say, I find a certain exclusive beauty in such things that I cannot find anywhere else.
Thank you too for Master Brewer Venturo, for creating the fantastic brew, unique to our event only. It was, of course, delicious, and I hope everyone got to enjoy it... He provided art through the brew, and the spinning of a tale, all in the same night.
I hope too that people were able to see what we had aimed with the theme of the evening. Complements. That even if two things seem to be vastly different from one another, there is a place in the middle of differences where the two can meet, where one can complement the other, and vice versa. For myself, I must say, I find a certain exclusive beauty in such things that I cannot find anywhere else.
Written By Khanne
Nov. 15, 2020, 9:40 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
I have lost many people in my life, lost quite a few that I was exceptionally close to. But this one... this loss is hitting me a bit differently. Some may not have understood the sort of fellowship I was blessed to share with Dominus Orazio, back when our lives were just a little less hectic.
Even now, in trying to write this small note to express what I am feeling, I hit a wall and stumble, at a loss for words.
Our lives were vastly different, of course... but I believe that our respect for one another was mutual... and, if I am at all honest, some of the trials and tribulations of the paths we walked were... astonishingly parallel.
Of course, our lives got busier and busier and it really prevented us from getting together, but we did talk about doing so...
Dominus Orazio, I know you are in good hands returning to the wheel... but you will be missed here. I will be drinking a bit of whiskey in your memory tonight.
Even now, in trying to write this small note to express what I am feeling, I hit a wall and stumble, at a loss for words.
Our lives were vastly different, of course... but I believe that our respect for one another was mutual... and, if I am at all honest, some of the trials and tribulations of the paths we walked were... astonishingly parallel.
Of course, our lives got busier and busier and it really prevented us from getting together, but we did talk about doing so...
Dominus Orazio, I know you are in good hands returning to the wheel... but you will be missed here. I will be drinking a bit of whiskey in your memory tonight.
Written By Khanne
Nov. 1, 2020, 3:28 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
I had hoped to attend the Mirror Masquerade, both to pay honor to friends who have since left and to spend time with others whose time I enjoy... and perhaps a bit out of curiosity. Alas, I was unable to. I am glad to see from many white journals here, that a good time was enjoyed by many. Perhaps next year, I will be able to enjoy the festivities.
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