Written By Tanith
April 12, 2022, 11:41 a.m.(6/14/1017 AR)
Rumors of baking-entries in the Archives? What great joy!
Written By Tanith
Feb. 7, 2022, 5:56 p.m.(1/27/1017 AR)
It's a relief to see him sit up and smile and walk and smile more and sit at the table and eat and only wince once (and that's because he forgot his ribs were broken and lunged to grab the salt when I accidentally knocked it off the table). I had a lot of help, too; I'd never have been able to do this without it. It's a relief, though.
No, I'm not crying. Don't put that in there. I don't cry.
No, I'm not crying. Don't put that in there. I don't cry.
Written By Tanith
Feb. 6, 2022, 2:31 p.m.(1/24/1017 AR)
I'm gonna rib him about this for a while.
Written By Tanith
Feb. 1, 2022, 8:48 p.m.(1/15/1017 AR)
The first bone I ever set was one I broke, and it wasn't a nose or a finger but an arm. It was my first week as a bouncer at the Murder, this lush of a jerk would not stop picking fights and breaking furniture. For days he would slough off drunk and apologetic and finally, I'd had enough; -I- was the one cleaning up his messes after my shift and patching up them he'd fought with, and I had had enough.
There's a joke among some of the patrons at the bar that my favorite weapon is neither blade nor cudgel, but a barstool; with a good grip and decent heft, you can cause a lot of damage with a sturdy barstool. I think this one didn't even splinter when I smashed the jerk with it (I forget his name, 'M' something ... Martin? Megrat?), and I set it right back down while he bled all over the floor. Auntie Myri gave me some suggestions along with some instructions from a very drunk physician; with some other hands to help, I pulled M-guy's arm and reset the bone. The gash was pretty nasty, but Auntie Myri was an artist with a needle and thread; he barely had a scar and I learned a proper stitch to mend flesh.
Between moments like that (and they were many) and following into midwifery on an official basis, I'm not a terrible hand at putting folk back together. My lessons came from many teachers and I've been lucky. The knowledge has been used to help when I've least expected it, and on at least one occasion, saved a life. I'm no stranger to what's needed, or to patients that thrash, can't keep still, handle pain poorly. Women who scream so loud my ears ring as they rally through the final push, bleeders that cry and squirm. I'd describe more, but I'm trying to get this in before I head home.
And all that being said? Raymesin Ulbran is the -worst- patient I've ever had. Worst. He's very fortunate I love him so very much and [words are scratched out] that I'm a very considerate wife who tries to keep him comfortable. Yes. I am patient and he is my patient and he tries my patience. Often. But when he's injured? Pfft. PFFT.
Well yes; it's very likely I think he's the worst because I love him so much and I hate seeing him suffer, but that is absolutely besides the point.
There's a joke among some of the patrons at the bar that my favorite weapon is neither blade nor cudgel, but a barstool; with a good grip and decent heft, you can cause a lot of damage with a sturdy barstool. I think this one didn't even splinter when I smashed the jerk with it (I forget his name, 'M' something ... Martin? Megrat?), and I set it right back down while he bled all over the floor. Auntie Myri gave me some suggestions along with some instructions from a very drunk physician; with some other hands to help, I pulled M-guy's arm and reset the bone. The gash was pretty nasty, but Auntie Myri was an artist with a needle and thread; he barely had a scar and I learned a proper stitch to mend flesh.
Between moments like that (and they were many) and following into midwifery on an official basis, I'm not a terrible hand at putting folk back together. My lessons came from many teachers and I've been lucky. The knowledge has been used to help when I've least expected it, and on at least one occasion, saved a life. I'm no stranger to what's needed, or to patients that thrash, can't keep still, handle pain poorly. Women who scream so loud my ears ring as they rally through the final push, bleeders that cry and squirm. I'd describe more, but I'm trying to get this in before I head home.
And all that being said? Raymesin Ulbran is the -worst- patient I've ever had. Worst. He's very fortunate I love him so very much and [words are scratched out] that I'm a very considerate wife who tries to keep him comfortable. Yes. I am patient and he is my patient and he tries my patience. Often. But when he's injured? Pfft. PFFT.
Well yes; it's very likely I think he's the worst because I love him so much and I hate seeing him suffer, but that is absolutely besides the point.
Written By Tanith
Jan. 30, 2022, 7:20 p.m.(1/11/1017 AR)
Oh, he went. Money was too good, he said. I might kill him slowly when he gets back. After I kiss him.
Written By Tanith
Jan. 23, 2022, 11:35 p.m.(12/25/1016 AR)
There are some horrors that no amount of alcohol or haze or fucking or all three at once can scour from the mind, sights burned into your mind in a way you -know- will cling for ... however long it might. The only solace, and scholar, I mean that: the -only- solace, is that them in pain found their peace in the end. Sydney says it's a gift, what we did together. When I stop crying, I'll tell you I believe her. For now? I'm writing this to remember.
Written By Tanith
Jan. 22, 2022, 4:25 p.m.(12/23/1016 AR)
A pretty little girl with bright blue eyes and a tuft of brown hair. An easy bairn, she hardly fusses, latches well, and spends most of her time cooing or sleeping. Relatively uneventful birth, the kind all midwives pray for. It was an honor being the first hands to hold you, little Mariska Eswynd. May your life be as blessed, as much as you are a blessing to your family.
Written By Tanith
Jan. 9, 2022, 10:43 p.m.(11/25/1016 AR)
Gods, it's nice to slow down. Today was a good day, with a great morning, and then I wound down the evening with a good pipe and some booze with friends in the Murder. -Off- duty. Even if cheese was flung and bad words were sad. Still a great day.
Written By Tanith
Jan. 1, 2022, 6:18 p.m.(11/9/1016 AR)
It's a strange feeling. So many years to keep certain things to myself, first out of habit and then out of necessity. Thanks to Cufre, I feel brave and I see my place among the others. It's the nature of many I surround myself with to keep secrets; I understand it. But this? It's necessary, even if my mother expresses fear and my father suggests I charge coin for my ... services. He'll come around.
My brothers laugh at me, but then what would I expect from the log of them? Emara's my ally. She knows better. She's always known better.
My brothers laugh at me, but then what would I expect from the log of them? Emara's my ally. She knows better. She's always known better.
Written By Tanith
Dec. 28, 2021, 11:24 p.m.(11/1/1016 AR)
Gossip as a barkeep? Normal. Now? Now it's so much worse.
Written By Tanith
Dec. 16, 2021, 2:25 p.m.(10/4/1016 AR)
Manning the bar at the Murder over the last decade (I think it's been nearly 13 years at this point) has led to some interesting stories. Some I can tell you, scholar, and some I can't tell anyone. Barkeeps' discretion keeps some of us alive, you know? But last night...
People came in as they do, ordered their drinks, sat at the bar, but it felt a little fuller than normal. I saw folks talking and heard voices replying. Voices that I know don't have a throat to utter them from, throats that I've heard cut or silenced by age. Not everyone noticed at first, but those that did....
When it was over, I had several rounds bought by them that remained, and I'm not lying when I say come sunrise, it looked like a massacre true to the name: bodies draped and flopped anywhere there was room, the floors all crowded, every table taken, even the hearth, all the rooms full. Even saw a few passed out in the hallways. I won't lie: we made a killing last night and there's even a few barrels completely dry, and this morning I stayed long enough get everyone fed and watered and tea'd and coffee'd and sent on their way. Murder's a mess, but in some ways? I'm glad it was a haven for the living that spooked out. Not a lot of dry-eyes in the house, even the bard that stopped by played lullabies and songs for people as no longer here, and they varied from sad and nostalgic to lively and full of joy and memory.
I'm just glad to be heading home. Was a long night.
People came in as they do, ordered their drinks, sat at the bar, but it felt a little fuller than normal. I saw folks talking and heard voices replying. Voices that I know don't have a throat to utter them from, throats that I've heard cut or silenced by age. Not everyone noticed at first, but those that did....
When it was over, I had several rounds bought by them that remained, and I'm not lying when I say come sunrise, it looked like a massacre true to the name: bodies draped and flopped anywhere there was room, the floors all crowded, every table taken, even the hearth, all the rooms full. Even saw a few passed out in the hallways. I won't lie: we made a killing last night and there's even a few barrels completely dry, and this morning I stayed long enough get everyone fed and watered and tea'd and coffee'd and sent on their way. Murder's a mess, but in some ways? I'm glad it was a haven for the living that spooked out. Not a lot of dry-eyes in the house, even the bard that stopped by played lullabies and songs for people as no longer here, and they varied from sad and nostalgic to lively and full of joy and memory.
I'm just glad to be heading home. Was a long night.
Written By Tanith
Dec. 13, 2021, 10:59 a.m.(9/26/1016 AR)
There are days mugging my husband is the only way to get him to slow down and savor the life we've built together, but I never manage to do it as long as I'd like. You want proof? I've been feeding that man since we were kids and he's still thin as a rake. I suspect if we have the privilege of growing old together, I'll be round as ever and he'll be lean, white-haired, and even more terrifying. And our man will stay as pretty and distinguished as ever, putting us both to shame, what with his lifting of men and women and responsibilities. The latter is what gives him all those muscles, you know, but it's my pie that makes him smile.
I look forward to it, the three of us on this journey forever. I'm already enjoying it.
I look forward to it, the three of us on this journey forever. I'm already enjoying it.
Written By Tanith
Dec. 13, 2021, 10:54 a.m.(9/26/1016 AR)
Sometimes, a transaction in the market is much like what I imagine to be a diplomatic negotiation, but most of the screaming is just for show and more often than not everyone leaves happy. I could never be the ambassadorial type.
Written By Tanith
Nov. 28, 2021, 4:41 p.m.(8/25/1016 AR)
The Duplicitous Tart is nearly ready to sell, but every time I make a batch, half of them go missing. Also, the Ulbrans I wander around seem quite ... cheerful, always winking, bright smiles, compliments on my pa-
Oh, that -bastard-.
Oh, that -bastard-.
Written By Tanith
Nov. 28, 2021, 4:39 p.m.(8/25/1016 AR)
The re-release of my books has been met with great success! I am pleased to have found better scribes who work in trade as well as coin. Not that I am cheap, I am happy to pay full price for good work. But if sweetrolls and pie can't hasten the deadline, then what's the point?
I still have many copies. My epilogue has made it to the shelf as well! Just a few. It pleases me a bit that they're hard to come by.
...what? Why are you laughing, scholar?
I still have many copies. My epilogue has made it to the shelf as well! Just a few. It pleases me a bit that they're hard to come by.
...what? Why are you laughing, scholar?
Written By Tanith
Nov. 9, 2021, 8 a.m.(7/14/1016 AR)
Oh no. Oh, Talia.
I called you cousin and kin, we are connected in unusual ways and your mysteries and troubles should have been solved. There was never enough time, was there? No. Never enough.
I'm sorry, cousin. I hope your puzzle finds its solution now that you've returned to the Wheel. Queen grant you comfort, sweet friend.
I called you cousin and kin, we are connected in unusual ways and your mysteries and troubles should have been solved. There was never enough time, was there? No. Never enough.
I'm sorry, cousin. I hope your puzzle finds its solution now that you've returned to the Wheel. Queen grant you comfort, sweet friend.
Written By Tanith
Oct. 16, 2021, 8:33 p.m.(5/23/1016 AR)
Wedding invitations are always a good reason to shake out a dress. When there's drink and cake to be had after? Oof, don't have to tell me twice. And it's a cake I made too, well received, I'm happy to note. Even with business stealing my husband away, it was a very, very good day.
Written By Tanith
Oct. 3, 2021, 4:18 p.m.(4/25/1016 AR)
I did -not- get cake in my hair. But Sydney? Oh she did. She certainly did.
Written By Tanith
Sept. 26, 2021, 1:18 a.m.(4/9/1016 AR)
'a summons to a secret courtyard
so quiet, candlelit shadow
lovers, young, do meet
velvet time stolen
hushed breath, pain sweet'
Apparently, drunk and very young, I wrote a wish in the form of poetry. It didn't unravel until later, but what it wove as a foundation was better, the rows had to be ripped up and redone.
It's been a long week. To have faith in a person like the sun rising, or the moon burning behind the clouds... do you know what that's like? I do. It's a sacred thing, to have and to know. If you know it's yours? Don't squander it, you fool. Never.
so quiet, candlelit shadow
lovers, young, do meet
velvet time stolen
hushed breath, pain sweet'
Apparently, drunk and very young, I wrote a wish in the form of poetry. It didn't unravel until later, but what it wove as a foundation was better, the rows had to be ripped up and redone.
It's been a long week. To have faith in a person like the sun rising, or the moon burning behind the clouds... do you know what that's like? I do. It's a sacred thing, to have and to know. If you know it's yours? Don't squander it, you fool. Never.
Written By Tanith
Sept. 22, 2021, 9:17 p.m.(4/3/1016 AR)
I do enjoy making wedding cakes, especially ones that are brightly decorated and fruity.
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