Written By Mirari
Nov. 21, 2021, 6:51 p.m.(8/11/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Sydney
Bravado is a poor replacement for introspection, Sydney.
Written By Mirari
Nov. 21, 2021, 2:46 a.m.(8/9/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Sydney
The woes of the falcon are not immediately understood by creatures that run and crawl. Be careful that in the name of speaking from the heart you don't end up without it. This is their board to play, not yours.
Written By Mirari
Nov. 19, 2021, 10:41 p.m.(8/7/1016 AR)
She had arrived early as it was her practice to do so she could watch their last moments. The baker had known the woman since she was young, fresh off the boat to his great city, and their relationship had always been warm. There was no reason to welcome her with anything but a smile. He was unaware that somewhere along the way he made enemies, people with means.
That did not last the first exchange. Green eyes followed his every movement as he stammered and tried to reason her words as a practical joke. You would be surprised as what passes for humor in the Lower Boroughs. Alas, that was no joke and, deep inside, he knew it.
She allowed him the mercy of walking himself through his feelings one last time, and when it was time she asked him a question:
"Why should I spare you in face of all the others I didn't before? What makes you that special?"
It was a cruel thing to ask, she knew it then and I am sure she knows it now. What kind of good-natured person could answer such question, to declare themselves worthy of saving when others were not? The baker couldn't either. He was a good man.
Nowdays his shop remains open, now ran by his daughter, a honest woman who learned everything her father ever taught her. I would dissuade any from looking for this bakery: they are dime in a dozen in the Lower Boroughs but in case you do find it, take a moment to taste its sugary rolls and tip the baker generously.
This story, and many like it, is, of course, not true, but it still asks something important: facing that last dance, what would you say to the Queen of Endings?
That did not last the first exchange. Green eyes followed his every movement as he stammered and tried to reason her words as a practical joke. You would be surprised as what passes for humor in the Lower Boroughs. Alas, that was no joke and, deep inside, he knew it.
She allowed him the mercy of walking himself through his feelings one last time, and when it was time she asked him a question:
"Why should I spare you in face of all the others I didn't before? What makes you that special?"
It was a cruel thing to ask, she knew it then and I am sure she knows it now. What kind of good-natured person could answer such question, to declare themselves worthy of saving when others were not? The baker couldn't either. He was a good man.
Nowdays his shop remains open, now ran by his daughter, a honest woman who learned everything her father ever taught her. I would dissuade any from looking for this bakery: they are dime in a dozen in the Lower Boroughs but in case you do find it, take a moment to taste its sugary rolls and tip the baker generously.
This story, and many like it, is, of course, not true, but it still asks something important: facing that last dance, what would you say to the Queen of Endings?
Written By Mirari
April 14, 2021, 1:57 p.m.(4/17/1015 AR)
To Ivan Helianthus,
Get well soon!
Get well soon!
Written By Mirari
March 22, 2021, 1:30 a.m.(2/26/1015 AR)
Sing me a song of your sorrows,
I'll let it fill up all my tomorrows.
Sing me a song of your despair,
With it I will prepare...
A heart made of clay,
And at your feet it will lay.
----------------------------------------
I'm not very good at poetry, dear scholar. I never was. But sometimes I will try.
I'll let it fill up all my tomorrows.
Sing me a song of your despair,
With it I will prepare...
A heart made of clay,
And at your feet it will lay.
----------------------------------------
I'm not very good at poetry, dear scholar. I never was. But sometimes I will try.
Written By Mirari
March 17, 2021, 1:56 a.m.(2/16/1015 AR)
When I first came to arx from Setarco, I was so, so hungry for love. I was desperate for affection. Needy for attention, and craving devotion. I slacked my thirst upon not a small number of hearts, breaking them carelessly until I found a love in myself. Until I no longer needed the validation of any other. Until the caring of true friends finally gave me what I was looking for.
I have the love of a great many number of friends. But every romantic partner that I allow myself to give my heart to either leaves me or does not return it. After Costas, I told myself I would not do this again. But I did... And once more I am not enough for someone.
But it's alright, I'm enough for myself. And I don't need anymore lovers. Not without true devotion.
I have the love of a great many number of friends. But every romantic partner that I allow myself to give my heart to either leaves me or does not return it. After Costas, I told myself I would not do this again. But I did... And once more I am not enough for someone.
But it's alright, I'm enough for myself. And I don't need anymore lovers. Not without true devotion.
Written By Mirari
Feb. 17, 2021, 9:08 a.m.(12/14/1014 AR)
Somedays, I wonder how I can have lived into my thirties and yet remain so inconceivably stupid. Once more I feel an ennui starting to settle over my heart and mind. My projects bring me no satisfaction and I ruin the things that do.
Written By Mirari
Jan. 22, 2021, 4:08 p.m.(10/18/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Lore
I feel like catching me and saving me from ending up with broken ribs and other injuries fast tracks Lore Artiglio to best friend status.
Written By Mirari
Jan. 17, 2021, 1:52 a.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
I feel an itch just below my skin. At the tips of my fingers. In my eye teeth. I feel an itch and cannot quite seem to scratch it. Anticipation is humming through me. Soon.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 29, 2020, 1:58 a.m.(8/25/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenjay
To be a Liberator, one must also swear themselves to the whole of the pantheon. It isn't, from what I have been advised, just about liking Skald and standing for Freedom. It is standing for the whole of the pantheon as well. I will gladly put the whole of my being and my skills to further the cause of Freedom in this world... But I am not so much a liar to claim that I am pious enough to swear to uphold the whole of the pantheon's ideals.
Perhaps that is why there aren't more Liberators.
Perhaps that is why there aren't more Liberators.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 29, 2020, 1:54 a.m.(8/25/1014 AR)
Romari Corsetina,
How is it that I miss you, when you haven't even been born yet? Lately, things have been difficult. I feel as if I run into one roadblock after another. I feel like this are one frustration after another. As if they are one heart break after another. I feel as if I have only half a heart to give you. You are the dream I wish for at night when I look up at the stars. You are the future I am waiting for. I have so much to do to prepare for you. I hope that I will be a good mother. I hope that this half heart will be enough for you.
Your... someday mother,
Mirari
How is it that I miss you, when you haven't even been born yet? Lately, things have been difficult. I feel as if I run into one roadblock after another. I feel like this are one frustration after another. As if they are one heart break after another. I feel as if I have only half a heart to give you. You are the dream I wish for at night when I look up at the stars. You are the future I am waiting for. I have so much to do to prepare for you. I hope that I will be a good mother. I hope that this half heart will be enough for you.
Your... someday mother,
Mirari
Written By Mirari
Dec. 18, 2020, 11:51 p.m.(8/5/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
I cannot find the right words for how I feel lately. Sometimes, I dream that I'm standing on the widow's walk, looking out toward the sea. Waiting for you. I feel like I was always waiting for you. Sometimes, I feel like I'm a light house with an unlit beacon. Swallowed by fog and offering no guidance to any wayward sailor.
Written By Mirari
Nov. 29, 2020, 5:52 p.m.(6/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Duarte
A stiletto, hm? With a hammer and shivving knife. You don't ask hard tasks of me, at all, my friend. No worries, I shall figure it out. I shall make you something utterly remarkable and unique. Something... to get the blood rushing (ha ha ha).
Written By Mirari
Nov. 12, 2020, 4:39 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
I miss you so much, Lady K. I'm sorry I-- I'm sorry for everything.
Written By Mirari
Nov. 12, 2020, 4:38 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
I can't say I ever knew you all that way. Despite my once serving Kima Saik. All I remember, honestly, is that time you were speaking with Nekarris near the time of Silence. I remember the way you coolly shut down Costas-- a feat few were able to do.
I'm sorry I never really got to know you.
I'm sorry I never really got to know you.
Written By Mirari
Oct. 18, 2020, 4:45 p.m.(3/22/1014 AR)
Sometimes I wonder if I should take more commission, but then I remember I hate doing what people tell me to do and prefer to create based on my own notions.
Written By Mirari
Sept. 29, 2020, 10:12 p.m.(2/12/1014 AR)
[This is just a sketch of what appears to be a set of hairpins: A sharp point at the tip, following the shaft it splits into three chains that try to wrap around three anatomically correct hearts, but the hearts burst free breaking the chains.]
Written By Mirari
Sept. 20, 2020, 10:12 p.m.(1/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Sydney
[This journal entry is just a sketch of what appears to be waves... maybe no, it's hair? So, so, so, so much hair.]
Written By Mirari
Sept. 12, 2020, 6:44 p.m.(1/6/1014 AR)
It is time to forge a new set of blade. Time to make new choices. For all we have in this life are the choices we make and their consequences.
[Below are sketches of two blades a dagger and a sword. The dagger is short, dark, and curved slightly and labeled 'choice'. The sword is straight edged, bright, and labeled 'consequence'.]
[Below are sketches of two blades a dagger and a sword. The dagger is short, dark, and curved slightly and labeled 'choice'. The sword is straight edged, bright, and labeled 'consequence'.]
Written By Mirari
Sept. 12, 2020, 6:43 p.m.(1/6/1014 AR)
It is time to force a new blade. It is time to relight the forge and transform a lump of metal to something new. It is time to make new loves, new joys, new sorrows, choices.
In this life all we really have are our choices and the consequences of them.
[below are sketches and schematics for two blades: a dark blade, short and slightly curved and labeled 'choice'. A longer blade, shining bright and straight labeled 'consequence'.]
In this life all we really have are our choices and the consequences of them.
[below are sketches and schematics for two blades: a dark blade, short and slightly curved and labeled 'choice'. A longer blade, shining bright and straight labeled 'consequence'.]
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.