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Written By Nigel

July 11, 2022, 3:44 p.m.(12/26/1017 AR)

what I thought was
a fine bee but was a
Fire Bee is fine with me --
the apple pie is finer
although she said the Dire Bee
I thought of desserts most dastardly
direly
surely
truly
the honeycakes wouldn't be dire-er.

N.

Written By Nigel

July 10, 2022, 5:51 p.m.(12/24/1017 AR)

in capital city after time at home
heart is embers banked in hearth
wrapped in Riven rivers blue -
twin rivers, Twainfort
always perfect
always true


Limerick skills are still lacking. Howe'er, I did say that I was going to polish up a verse into something slightly - less horrific than my limericks. I hope it passes public scrutiny...

N.

Written By Nigel

July 26, 2017, 1:18 a.m.(11/26/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Esoka

I have pledged to instruct Dame Esoka on the finer aspects of needlework. If I am lucky, she will fling her embroidery hoop across the room some number of times fewer than five. If I am unlucky, she will fling said hoop across the room substantially more times than that, at the conclusion of which said hoop will lie in ruins around my neck. This is why I am tonight reviewing several authoritative treatises on the matter. I suppose it is possible that my mastery of this subject in theory will not translate to the ability to sew in practice. In that unlikely event, however, I shall take solace in two facts:

(1) It is Esoka, not I, who will be handling the needles; and

(2) We shall be making only a kerchief.

The task could not be simpler.


N

Written By Nigel

July 24, 2017, 2:38 a.m.(11/22/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Mia

My dear, darling sister. Heavy is the head that wears the crown. Know that I am with you, for now and ever.

Written By Nigel

July 24, 2017, 2:24 a.m.(11/22/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Esoka

The first time we sparred, she smashed me into an urn five feet across the room. The second time we sparred, she smashed me into a different urn five feet across the room. The third time we sparred, I made sure to remove all urns from the room.

It's good to see you again, my stalwart knight.

pleasedontbreakme

Written By Nigel

July 24, 2017, 2:03 a.m.(11/22/1006 AR)

I am home.

Well, not //home// home. Home home is the Twainfort, from now 'til eternity. But home for now is Heron Hall, where my darling sister and shower-averse brother-in-law and the rest of our court have set up shop.* Last night, I heard Mia laugh. Last night, I watched Thesarin brood. Last night, I felt Esoka punch me in the shoulder. So today my home for now feels much more like home.

I shall miss my lumpy bed in the east tower; my favorite quill (in the inkwell of my favorite desk); my library that smells of vellum and chains and the knowledge of an age. Yet I shall assuredly not miss those lonely autumn nights with only my reports and a single candle for comfort. Those nights I consign to my dear and loyal seneschal, whose hands now hold the reins of our lands on the cusp of winter. May he find warmth in duty, as I did. May he find more warmth there than I did.



N

* N.B. To the literal-minded among you: There is no shop in Heron Hall. We cannot sell you anything. But if you're reading this, you should know that many fine local establishments are selling Riven's artisanal pots, which are things of beauty. Take it from me, an admittedly biased observer.

Written By Nigel

Feb. 7, 2017, 4:54 p.m.(11/16/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Irisa

Seeing the wonder on her face at supper was worth all of the trouble and expense of moving the entire county to the city. She is not my sister by blood, but she is through undying loyalty and she deserves every bit of mine.

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