Written By Mirella
June 25, 2019, 6:43 a.m.(5/7/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
If you'd truly like an answer, then we could certainly meet and I would be happy to provide one.
Written By Mirella
June 23, 2019, 9:51 p.m.(5/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
My pleasure, and you have my thanks for the efforts you make to facilitate the availability of knowledge and literature throughout the city. The simple act of reading a book can make a significant improvement to a person's life. I know this from my own experiences in life, in fact. During my adolescence, when I went to work in a household that owned a small personal library, I was able to learn things that I might not have otherwise had the opportunity to learn. I was born to a common family, and we had no access to such books.
Though I'm not a particularly charitable woman, in truth, I do believe you're doing a good thing in giving people the chance to feed their curiosity by way of the written word. I hope it continues.
Though I'm not a particularly charitable woman, in truth, I do believe you're doing a good thing in giving people the chance to feed their curiosity by way of the written word. I hope it continues.
Written By Mirella
June 10, 2019, 5:14 a.m.(4/5/1011 AR)
I really enjoy spring cleaning.
Written By Mirella
June 10, 2019, 2:48 a.m.(4/5/1011 AR)
I dislike unpleasant smells. Odours. If only I could take a fresh, hard-bristled scrubbing brush and clean soapy water to every last inch of the world. Water that's steaming hot with perfumed oils. Lilac, lavender, jasmine, roses, orange blossom. That would be delightful.
This being said, sometimes one might be expected to suffer the filth of life in order to achieve a task. There's no point in whining about it. You just get on with it. It's horrible, but so are a lot of things.
This being said, sometimes one might be expected to suffer the filth of life in order to achieve a task. There's no point in whining about it. You just get on with it. It's horrible, but so are a lot of things.
Written By Mirella
June 7, 2019, 4:34 p.m.(3/28/1011 AR)
Tangential to some of the philosophical considerations that have been rippling through the Whites as of late, I've been considering how far my sympathy extends to those who harm me.
If someone were to do me (or by extension, people or things I hold dear) a great, great ill, then the last thing I would think about is how the value of their life is equal to mine. It's at that point I stop caring about them at all. They decided to take an action that caused me injury of some kind: the consequence of such an action is that I no longer concern myself with their wellbeing. Their fate is their own, crafted by their choices and their deeds. Let them deal with it.
Maybe that's a Lycene sentiment. Maybe not. Very likely it's a product of my upbringing. But is it a bad way of thinking? I suppose that's not for me to judge.
If someone were to do me (or by extension, people or things I hold dear) a great, great ill, then the last thing I would think about is how the value of their life is equal to mine. It's at that point I stop caring about them at all. They decided to take an action that caused me injury of some kind: the consequence of such an action is that I no longer concern myself with their wellbeing. Their fate is their own, crafted by their choices and their deeds. Let them deal with it.
Maybe that's a Lycene sentiment. Maybe not. Very likely it's a product of my upbringing. But is it a bad way of thinking? I suppose that's not for me to judge.
Written By Mirella
June 6, 2019, 12:25 a.m.(3/25/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Brianna
In fairness, this might apply to some of the noblemen as well. By that token, that is.
Written By Mirella
June 5, 2019, 12:07 a.m.(3/23/1011 AR)
Upon encountering shark-filled waters, it might be a good idea not to plunge feet under the surface and waggle toes.
Written By Mirella
May 18, 2019, 4:34 p.m.(2/16/1011 AR)
Some people write the weirdest things in their white journals.
Written By Mirella
April 17, 2019, 8:21 p.m.(12/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Alrec
An untimely turn of events. Unfortunate.
Written By Mirella
April 8, 2019, 2:48 p.m.(11/20/1010 AR)
Brisk trade at the market. That's always pleasing.
It is at times like this when I count myself fortunate to be unencumbered by a noble title. If I want silver, I may gather it for myself (and myself alone) without fear of social disapproval. It's no mistep for me to trade fabric, metal and stone as I please; no shame to be found in the stain of commercialism upon my hands.
I remember when I was a little girl, running errands for the merchants in the markets of Caina. By the end of the day my feet would sore from all the running here and there, and the crowds were all full of poking elbows and shouting voices. Lycene voices at that. There's a certain edge to our yelling that I find hard to describe to outsiders.
Life was harsher then, but the feel of coins in my hands, solid and reassuring, always made my work worthwhile. And in truth, I loved it, to be such a part of the city's workings as I was. Fortunately, the experience also paid off -- now I'm the one making the deals, and I'm wearing silk instead of rough cloth, and the silver is weightier inside the purse.
I don't envy the nobility. I'd rather have my coin, and be free from those restrictions that are unique to the peerage. We all have our place, and I'm quite delighted with mine -- these days more than ever.
It is at times like this when I count myself fortunate to be unencumbered by a noble title. If I want silver, I may gather it for myself (and myself alone) without fear of social disapproval. It's no mistep for me to trade fabric, metal and stone as I please; no shame to be found in the stain of commercialism upon my hands.
I remember when I was a little girl, running errands for the merchants in the markets of Caina. By the end of the day my feet would sore from all the running here and there, and the crowds were all full of poking elbows and shouting voices. Lycene voices at that. There's a certain edge to our yelling that I find hard to describe to outsiders.
Life was harsher then, but the feel of coins in my hands, solid and reassuring, always made my work worthwhile. And in truth, I loved it, to be such a part of the city's workings as I was. Fortunately, the experience also paid off -- now I'm the one making the deals, and I'm wearing silk instead of rough cloth, and the silver is weightier inside the purse.
I don't envy the nobility. I'd rather have my coin, and be free from those restrictions that are unique to the peerage. We all have our place, and I'm quite delighted with mine -- these days more than ever.
Written By Mirella
April 3, 2019, 7:54 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Selene
A most generous and helpful patron.
Written By Mirella
Feb. 25, 2019, 8:24 a.m.(8/19/1010 AR)
I managed to find someone who can take better care of the raven than I can. Now, though, I've come into possesion of a cat. Not sure how. I just woke up, and there she was at the end of my bed, purring away like the rumble of thunder. So I suppose I have a cat now. Seems to be a common thing for people these days, mind. One day you just turn around, and there -- cat. And that's how it goes.
She's nothing like the vicious stringy alley-strays from Caina. She's like the pretty lapcats from the homes of affluent merchants. She's small, white as a dove feather, and just a little bit plump, so I suspect she's getting fed elsewhere too. Maybe she's from Domus Inverno, maybe from another nearby estate, and I just haven't seen her before.
Whatever the case, she's tolerably pleasant, though a little foolish. I tried dangling a ribbon for her to bat with her paws, and she just stared at me with the blankest big blue eyes, purring that purr of hers and then making the most bizarre quacking sound I've ever heard. Terrible hunter, no killer instinct. She's supremely uninterested in the crow, which is good. But I'll be wearing silk from now on. The fur she sheds sticks like glue to dark clothes.
She's fine, I guess. I don't really mind having her around. Cats aren't bad, as horrible as the bird-murdering might be. Animals can't help their natures, after all.
She's nothing like the vicious stringy alley-strays from Caina. She's like the pretty lapcats from the homes of affluent merchants. She's small, white as a dove feather, and just a little bit plump, so I suspect she's getting fed elsewhere too. Maybe she's from Domus Inverno, maybe from another nearby estate, and I just haven't seen her before.
Whatever the case, she's tolerably pleasant, though a little foolish. I tried dangling a ribbon for her to bat with her paws, and she just stared at me with the blankest big blue eyes, purring that purr of hers and then making the most bizarre quacking sound I've ever heard. Terrible hunter, no killer instinct. She's supremely uninterested in the crow, which is good. But I'll be wearing silk from now on. The fur she sheds sticks like glue to dark clothes.
She's fine, I guess. I don't really mind having her around. Cats aren't bad, as horrible as the bird-murdering might be. Animals can't help their natures, after all.
Written By Mirella
Feb. 23, 2019, 2:44 p.m.(8/16/1010 AR)
I've been leafing through lexicons recently. I find it fun. And I learn some very interesting words. For example, there are so many types of words to describe iridescence in gemstones. Opalescence for opals and pearlescence for pearls, obviously, but also 'adularescence' for the milky blue luster of moonstones. I think it's a beautiful word.
I held a handful of such gemstones in my hand the other day, payment for a deal in lieu of money. They shone so beautifully when I flexed my fingers -- the white opal with its rainbow tints, the soft cloudy sheen of the pearls and the blue glow of the moonstones. I don't think I've ever felt as wealthy as I did at that moment, though I'm not sure why. What I do know is that I could never have imagined holding such treatures in my palm when I was just a child in Caina -- a skinny little urchin with dirt under her fingernails and a nose that never stopped running. Even when I came to handle the glittering jewelry of my employers some years later, it was only to fasten necklaces around perfumed throats, or to clean the tarnish from the lovely silver.
I stared into my hands for far too long, I think, before it was time to trade the stones for battered coins that hold their own steady, comforting weight. As much as I love sapphires and duskstones, I have to admit there's also much to be said for the simplicity of less expensive adornments.
I held a handful of such gemstones in my hand the other day, payment for a deal in lieu of money. They shone so beautifully when I flexed my fingers -- the white opal with its rainbow tints, the soft cloudy sheen of the pearls and the blue glow of the moonstones. I don't think I've ever felt as wealthy as I did at that moment, though I'm not sure why. What I do know is that I could never have imagined holding such treatures in my palm when I was just a child in Caina -- a skinny little urchin with dirt under her fingernails and a nose that never stopped running. Even when I came to handle the glittering jewelry of my employers some years later, it was only to fasten necklaces around perfumed throats, or to clean the tarnish from the lovely silver.
I stared into my hands for far too long, I think, before it was time to trade the stones for battered coins that hold their own steady, comforting weight. As much as I love sapphires and duskstones, I have to admit there's also much to be said for the simplicity of less expensive adornments.
Written By Mirella
Feb. 21, 2019, 10:58 a.m.(8/12/1010 AR)
Still teaching my crow to speak. Not much success even after all this time, but at least she can make sounds of derision. She picked that up easily enough.
Came into guardianship of a raven. He can't fly very well. I suppose I shall have to keep him. He needs a name.
Birds are creatures of such perfect beauty.
Came into guardianship of a raven. He can't fly very well. I suppose I shall have to keep him. He needs a name.
Birds are creatures of such perfect beauty.
Written By Mirella
Feb. 3, 2019, 9:05 p.m.(7/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Duarte
Truly. Such deprivation.
Written By Mirella
Jan. 20, 2019, 8:11 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
Do you really want people to know you have a stock of the wine?
I would advise caution.
I would advise caution.
Written By Mirella
Jan. 5, 2019, 8:51 p.m.(4/21/1010 AR)
I sometimes say that there's nothing that bites deeper than hunger. Sometimes I'm reminded that I'm wrong in thinking so.
Written By Mirella
Dec. 27, 2018, 7:10 a.m.(4/2/1010 AR)
You can't get divorced if you never get married.
(I want it to be noted that the Scholar just smirked knowingly at me, and tapped the side of his head with one pointer finger. I'm not entirely sure what that means, but it was rather odd.)
(I want it to be noted that the Scholar now looks somewhat sad.)
(I want it to be noted that the Scholar just smirked knowingly at me, and tapped the side of his head with one pointer finger. I'm not entirely sure what that means, but it was rather odd.)
(I want it to be noted that the Scholar now looks somewhat sad.)
Written By Mirella
Nov. 17, 2018, 4:43 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
So you're telling people they're irrational in their mourning of someone you didn't like?
I think it would have been kinder of you to allow people to grieve, without commenting on the validity of their grief.
I think it would have been kinder of you to allow people to grieve, without commenting on the validity of their grief.
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