Written By Medeia
Dec. 15, 2023, 6:26 p.m.(5/17/1021 AR)
Estaban was dead.
I had hoped that Saikland would see stability with my brother's guidance. There was no need for me to upset anyone further when everything was going well. Arcelia had married, Estaban had married. It seemed right to let everyone move on. And then he was dead. My brother. I would never again get to catch a glimpse of him on patrol, stealing that little piece of comfort just for myself. My hope had been dashed upon the rocks.
The night I heard, I sat on the beach until sun-up. It felt like home, even if the Bay of Thrax and the Lycene Split lap at the shore differently, it felt like home. I stared at the water and cried until I couldn't cry anymore. My heart was no longer inside of me, it was in Saikland. Sometime during the night, it had taken its leave. I knew where I needed to be.
Looking back, I should have said my goodbyes. I guess some mistakes need to be made twice in order to learn the lesson. What would I have said? (The truth. I should have.) My head was empty of any thought other than getting home. I didn't even think to visit the tower in the Ward of the Lyceum. No, I took what little coin I had managed to scrape together and bribed my way onto a ship headed for Southport, and then made the trip from Southport to Saikland.
It wasn't a warm welcome. Rightfully, Lucita met me with suspicion. But the scar was undeniable.
Written By Medeia
Dec. 14, 2023, 8:06 a.m.(5/14/1021 AR)
I had no plan beyond fading into anonymity so that my uncle could never find me. There was nothing - aside from that new scar running from sternum to right shoulder - that I had brought with me that would identify me. While traveling, I'd swapped clothing and cut my hair. The first time I was asked my name? I panicked. "Dia," I'd said. And so Dia I became.
Medeia melted away. It's ironic how all the lessons my mother had insisted on - and there had been many, my natural aptitude for the social arts had encouraged her to seek out the best tutors, and if she was going to invest in their fees, I was going to get every second of their time - were what saved me from being discovered. Polished mannerisms were pushed aside. I observed and emulated those around me, figuring out quickly what it was they expected from the role I had adopted and providing it. But it was impossible for Dia to be anyone other than Medeia at her core.
Children and elders needed minding, I needed food and shelter. Quickly, I found myself welcomed into homes with that simple exchange. An apothecary woman took me under her wing. And I met Tanith and Samira. With Tanith, I came to learn midwifery and knew that a bowl of stew from the Murder would fill my belly on the harshest winter days. Those bowls were usually accompanied by Brady. He had a way of just being there, ladling out compliments more questionable than the stew. But helping Tanith, holding the hands of mothers, kissing the skinned knees of children? That filled a lot of my time, and it filled a lot of my mind - pushing out thoughts of what I had left behind.
Having gone from a large family to being alone, however, was difficult. I found something of a replacement sister in Samira. We would explore alleys and rooftops, muse about what the future might hold. I can say this: Neither of us was blessed with future sight. Though it surprises me not at all that she has become such a renowned artist. Her passions were always going to be expressed creatively, and it warms my heart to see her known beyond the city, praised for her work.
I eventually learned that my uncle had been executed. It's probably a good thing I didn't really know until this week how close I had come to seeing him face-to-face again. My family had decided I was dead (and they had much more challenging situations to deal with). No one was looking for me, and even on occasions when Estaban was on Iron Guard patrol through the Lowers, I had learned the patterns and only ever had to duck into a shop to avoid him once.
The weeks turned to months turned to years - more than two of them! I'd carved out a little life for myself, even if that life was sometimes hungry and homeless. I was nearly 18. Everything was going to be fine.
Written By Medeia
Dec. 12, 2023, 6:13 p.m.(5/11/1021 AR)
It was decided that I would be sent back to Saikland before the end of my fostering term. I think that still stands as the most miserable ship voyage I have endured; my wound was not yet healed, and the bandaging was extensive. My reception home was strange, and Neilda was upset because she had been sent home with me. Before anyone thinks ill of her, she was also upset that I had been harmed, but I had become silent. I wouldn't tell her - or anyone - anything other than the lie Marco had chosen for us. This might be the thing I hate him for the most: The rift between us has never fully closed in the wake of me not being able to tell my twin the truth.
I hope that the actions I took out of fear are understandable, if not entirely forgivable. You see, being a Lycene and knowing what I suddenly knew about what my uncle was capable of, I was terrified. Every meal felt like an opportunity for an unscrupulous cook to be bribed to poison me, every walk in the vineyards could invite a blade to my throat. There was no way he'd let me live. I was a liability. And I was certain I was inviting danger to my family.
I fled. I found my way on merchant ships and caravans to Arx. Where better to hide than a place with too many faces?
Written By Medeia
Dec. 11, 2023, 8:32 p.m.(5/9/1021 AR)
The fall of Argento has haunted me for half my life, nipping at my heels and rearing up in unexpected places. But I have, in recent years, felt the grasp of my uncle upon me loosen. Perhaps the telling of it will help.
As such things go in noble marriages, there was an expectation that my siblings and I spend time in Nilanza before coming of age. Of course, being the nieces and nephews of the marquis, we were welcomed fairly often, and I was granted the joy of knowing many of my cousins. While Neilda found other diversions, I was always happiest when Cassimir and I could hide away in the nooks of the library or listen to the tales Rylan would spin for us. We both wanted to know everything we could know. And that is how many of our visits went, with me learning where all the best hiding spots were within the library.
I was a naive girl. In the stories i'd read about people acting dishonorably, I always thought they were just that - stories. Childhood innocence began to wear off as I read more and more, but the shattering of that naivete very nearly cost me my life. In a way, it did.
The timing of my official fostering period in Nilanza was matched to the early days of my uncle's scheming. Some plans had been set in motion, and the gossips talked endlessly about what was happening with Pravus and other vassals. At least, they did out in the city proper. Within the walls of the library, it all seemed so impossibly far away. One day, I heard my uncle and another enter the library, discussing the matter - and his schemes - while I was tucked into a nook, out of sight but able to hear everything. I listened intently; if anyone would know the truth of what was happening, it would be him!
I must have gasped. I don't remember. I do remember him grabbing me, and me breaking loose. My legs carried me out of the library, through the gardens, towards a spot I thought I could hide in at the edge of the property. But he was bigger and faster. And the ground rose up to meet me. Did I trip? Did he take hold of me and throw me down? The details become fuzzy, lost in blinding pain unlike anything I had experienced. Someone was screaming - me? He slipped, or I managed to throw him off, and the pain spread across my chest to my shoulder. A knife, his knife, clattered away on the ground. And people came. And he told them about how he had been out for a walk, how he had seen me being accosted by bandits, and he came to my rescue.
And that was the story I learned to tell. For a few years, anyway.
Written By Medeia
Dec. 9, 2023, 3:39 p.m.(5/5/1021 AR)
Before that tragedy, however, another had noticed the spider. A member of the silverfish kingdom saw the spider's potential and conspired to claim her. The silverfish lauded the spider and introduced the spider to a fearsome silverfish lord in need of a wife. And so the young spider, finding the silverfish novel and exciting, followed the path laid before her.
When tragedy intervened, many thought the spider would lose her affinity for the silverfish, but oh, how the silverfish fanned the flames of the fire within her that wanted to spread and burn those responsible for the tragedy. And the spider? She was unprepared for how that fire would consume her. It danced with a power she couldn't control, leaping out to singe people she cared about and rendering ash in her wake.
The spider and the silverfish were wed. And still the spider walked the path laid by the conspirator, who now mocked and belittled and undermined her with the aid of other silverfish. The spider further twisted, bending and bending so that she wouldn't break, trying desperately to keep her goodness shining through the cracks. But still? That fire raged.
She continued to hurt others, seeking targets for the flames. She'd spun her web and seared out parts of it, claiming they weren't good enough, patching them over in the hope that all the other kingdoms would see it and know how good she was. And she was good. And she was hurt. And she felt as if she were being torn apart as each day passed, as if there would come a day when all that was left of her was an empty heart and a shriveled up husk, all her legs curled in to finally show how warped she had become on the inside.
It came to pass that those responsible for the tragedy that twisted the spider found themselves on the losing side. The fire within began to subside, and as it did, the spider saw the damage it had caused. She fled the silverfish kingdom. Upon her return to the spider kingdom, she found herself with a sundered web and a candle flame. But she was, after all, a spider. The web could be fixed. The fire could be brought to heel. Slowly, the bends unbent and the twists untwisted, and she placed her goodness and her fire side-by-side so they could illuminate the path she chose for herself.
Written By Medeia
Dec. 8, 2023, 1:04 a.m.(5/1/1021 AR)
No, I'm not being sarcastic.
Written By Medeia
Dec. 7, 2023, 10:46 a.m.(4/28/1021 AR)
Written By Medeia
Dec. 3, 2023, 9:27 p.m.(4/21/1021 AR)
Written By Medeia
Dec. 3, 2023, 10:58 a.m.(4/20/1021 AR)
Oh, this sent me down some interesting thought-paths as I considered the questions. I have decided that my response - plucked exactly as initially written in my private correspondence - should be preserved:
"Fortunately for everyone, I am still insisting that all guests use the stairs rather than a ladder made from my hair. As romantic as that sounds, I suspect my neck would fail to support the weight of even the sprightliest of lovers. Really, one should likely avoid any relationships in which they are not welcome through the front door. So, no, I do not think she was a good lover - though, that is a specific comment on her staus of being a lover and not her qualities in bed. Perhaps she was phenomenal where it counted!"
May we all be phenomenal where it counts.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 29, 2023, 9:34 a.m.(4/12/1021 AR)
If that day ever comes, I pray that I am not blind to them. May the gods bless that person with the patience and fortitude they will need to endure me. They will, at least, have a steady supply of wine to get them through the harder days.
Maybe it is silly to be sitting here, thinking about this when there is so much else going on, needing my attention. But maybe I have not done a good enough job of tending to my heart and protecting it? Maybe I have spent so long focusing on others that I have accepted less than I want and less than I deserve. These are important things to realize.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 27, 2023, 11:30 p.m.(4/9/1021 AR)
I spent some time looking over those earliest journals of my time in the city. Ones filled with memories that came flooding back as I read them. They were so vivid! And I wept for that girl, the one who listened as a lord shouted at the sky that she was more beautiful than the moon and stars, the one who had her not-yet husband imply he believed her capable of invading and conquering a barony, the one who cherished every bit of trust put in her as a midwife by new mothers.
I wept because I have always been here.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 26, 2023, 12:31 p.m.(4/6/1021 AR)
I endeavor to always remain worthy of the trust my people place in me. It is precious.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 23, 2023, 8:58 p.m.(4/1/1021 AR)
I have so much to look forward to, as well! In just a handful of days, Princess Denica and I will be hosting a colorful game in the Lenosian Labyrinth - my thanks to Archduchess Jaenelle for her blessing to invite the city there for such an event. I have also volunteered my efforts to assist the wonderful Lady Umbroise of Aviaron's Peak and Radiant Aconite in a series of galas in the north. It has been a very long time since I have traveled so far. I am glad for the opportunity.
And the children should be returning to the city. Soon. I have missed them terribly. It will be nice to arrange play dates for them again. I love that we have the opportunity to encourage early friendships.
Yes. Spring is good. And means that summer will be coming!
Written By Medeia
Nov. 17, 2023, 10:39 a.m.(3/16/1021 AR)
It has happened to me, before, plenty of times. I always prefer to believe that the best parts of people will triumph. I prefer to believe that being vulnerable creates shared strength as opposed to cruel opportunity. The double-edged sword of our humanity is that we are capable of both creating previously unimaginable beauty and devastating horror. To be open-hearted is to invite both in, to experience the world and the people around you as multi-faceted and complex.
And sometimes, we simply must confess what is in our hearts before it is too late. It is impossible to know what might be if you do not give it a chance to be. We might all have the lives we dream of at our fingertips and not even know it. We might even have the permission and support of others required to pursue something if we simply give voice to what we feel.
I have permission.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 15, 2023, 12:23 p.m.(3/12/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Cufre
There have been several pages of my whites dedicated to Cufre Harrow - for good reason. While it may be fair to accuse me of bias, as she is my protege, I assure the readers that she has earned every bit of praise I heap upon her. She is kind, conscientious, thorough, pious, creative, and just generally good company. I have no doubt that she will be an upstanding and capable voice for the people of the city. It is a joy to see her step into this new role, and I look forward to being an available resource to her - and the rest of the council - should support ever be wished for.
I have only previously met Messeres Publius and Nygard briefly, but their reputations suggest they will be valuable additions to the council. Caspian Wild and Raja Culler are both better known to me, and I am nearly as happy for their place on the council as I am for Cufre's - both are figures I have placed my trust in in the past and would do so again in the future.
May the gods guide them and smile upon all the people of Arx that they now serve.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 14, 2023, 9:46 a.m.(3/10/1021 AR)
And by the grace of Limerance, it is not just birthdays that we have had to celebrate! Though important - for we should all be so blessed with the chance to keep learning and loving in these lives we have, Saik and Byrne have recently brokered an alliance that reinforces the ties between the Lyceum and Crownlands. My cousin, Filip, has gone on to find his most perfect match in Countess Lyra. We are proud to see him embrace the role of count-consort of Cedar Vale. I, personally, am looking forward to visiting them again when the winter has passed. However, as Voice of Saik, it was my honor to act on Lucita's behalf to negotiate this union beyond my personal interests. The people of Saikland Greens and Cedar Vale will see benefits for generations to come through increased trade and the sharing of knowledge. This is an exciting and wonderful step forward for all.
There is so much that weighs upon us, so many fears to face and challenges to overcome. I promise you, whomever you are reading this, that there are good and sweet and lovely things worth holding onto. In these confusing and dark times, there is light to guide you through. It may be in the smile of the one who makes your heart swell with fondness, it may be in the company of people who brave the snow for you, it may be in the places you tell yourself you cannot find it for any number of fearful reasons. Find the light. If you cannot find it? Be it.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 12, 2023, 8:31 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
Written By Medeia
Nov. 9, 2023, 7:11 a.m.(2/28/1021 AR)
In these cold winter months, when things can feel even more dismal and heartbreaking than they are, turning to the warmth of community can replenish the spirit. We should not be leaving our people out on the streets, hungry - for food or for knowledge. It is not possible for me to personally go and sit with everyone, but Saik is a house committed to both its people and the Compact. Baroness Lucita and I have arranged several charitable donations from our house to organizations that can help to extend that goodwill.
I implore you, if you read this, to act with honor and dignity in these challenging times. We have an opportunity to think well about our actions and how they serve us, how they serve our society.
"To act without thought is slavery." Our great enemy seeks to enslave us and bend us to his will, to turn our thoughts into nothing - to replace them with his own. Think. Think carefully. Do not let fear inspire you to act without thought, to be your master. I believe in the great potential for beauty, strength, growth, love, kindness, health, and success that can come from us pausing, breathing, and dedicating ourselves to our godly principles.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 6, 2023, 3:29 p.m.(2/23/1021 AR)
Written By Medeia
Nov. 3, 2023, 2:26 p.m.(2/16/1021 AR)
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