Written By Willow
Aug. 29, 2019, 8:21 p.m.(9/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Written By Willow
Aug. 24, 2019, 8:40 a.m.(9/15/1011 AR)
Written By Willow
Aug. 22, 2019, 8:47 a.m.(9/11/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Bianca
There are a good many things I learned not long after with Elder Mirk that helped shape the idea going forward, but I look forward to trying to work with her in the future.
Written By Willow
Aug. 20, 2019, 7:17 a.m.(9/7/1011 AR)
If anyone who chances to read this should have interest, I can be found at the Nightgold Estate, or Seawatch Villa during downtime, should you wish to drop by or send a messenger.
If no one responds then alas, such was not meant to be.
I can promise fabulous jewels, suite housing with waitstaff, sekrits, more secret sekrits. Artwork, clothing, and coins, in addition to some choice connections best not mentioned here.
Written By Willow
Aug. 13, 2019, 9:19 p.m.(8/23/1011 AR)
Dreams may blur fiction and truth to mark visions which visit the viewer with various symbols and signs unknown to the body in this life. Visit your last homeland, and see the source. Souls tied to creeping lovestories dripped from the subconscious to paint some higher love in another life. The song of the strings soothes my soul, the sweet sorrow as they ripple with sound curling like fingers at the consciousness until the wide lane of history is revealed. Psychedelic, Psychedelic, the Sculptor lives in a haze.
**another detailed charcoal sketch, this one depicting a man and woman's shadowed silhouettes on a beach, he with a violin in hand**
Dark dreams that spin such sights make winter's cool embrace welcome as the heat grasps maliciously, hungry tendrils sparing no inch of flesh. Like a fever, bone-deep, there is an ache. Struggle, struggle, like a fly in the Spinner's Web. The Sleeper's lost in a daze.
Written By Willow
Aug. 12, 2019, 1:09 a.m.(8/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Elloise
My Lady:
Once there was a pass in the Crimson Peaks which spent decades haunted by the guerilla tactics of a certain band of Shavs. Eventually during a particularly hard winter, their War Chief opted to bend the knee to the late Duke Neddim, in exchange for keeping his position and his family their lands, that they would cease attacking patrols through the area for food for their children.
My Uncle, the late Duke, agreed and even offered to wed in one of his neices (me), and the place become a proper March. Even though the man was old enough to be my father, I grew to love his wildness and his bravery and the kindness of his heart that he would sacrifice everything in order to see the youngest generation of his family safe and fed.
And then a week before we were to be married, his brother killed him in front of me. Arrow through the throat. It was a coup, you see. He believed, as you do, that it was their wildness and not their honor which made them special, gave them purpose. And was willing to kill his own brother to keep him from leading their people down a road he believed would lead to their corruption.
I would tell you their name but all but the children were killed, and their family no more. They are now like so many secrets and tales, lost to the inexorable march of time.
While some Shavs have noble hearts, and yours may be in the right place, your generalizations do no justice to Shavs, Prodigals, or the nobility. Life is complex and sometimes terrible, just like the hearts of men, wild or otherwise.
Written By Willow
Aug. 10, 2019, 7:17 p.m.(8/16/1011 AR)
A three inch rectangle depicts a pair of big eyes, shining on the verge of tears, complete with short thick lashes and being wide open and youthful looking.
A crow and a wolf sit next to a small skeleton, with inky lines crackling like halos of black lightning, or black webbing around them, the wolf's features sharp with hunger, maw and jutting hip bones exaggerated.
Leafless trees withes are braided into skeletal wreathes worn by skeletal people whose features are obscured in specific features but whose body language wears despair like a coat.
A picturesque mountain valley grows sinister further off in the distance, with the trees losing leaves, fields losing grass, and a carpet of detritus which used to be leaves. A human chain of people with sorrowful eyes and exaggerated youth and small stature stand against a dark hooded figure outlined and with features obscured who is sucking the life from everything around it, complete with little lines as if to indicate motion where flowers between it and bushes grow more and more wilted the closer they get to the figure, leaving shriveled black petals raining at its feet as it gestures toward the line of people, as if to lead wolves and crows like a commander.
((A few places on the page are crispy and waterlogged so they have a wavy texture once they've dried))
The only words on the page are: "Twilight Dale, '11"
Written By Willow
Aug. 7, 2019, 3:17 a.m.(8/9/1011 AR)
Written By Willow
Aug. 4, 2019, 7:29 p.m.(8/4/1011 AR)
Written By Willow
Aug. 3, 2019, 3:04 p.m.(8/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Thorley
Written By Willow
Aug. 2, 2019, 11:30 p.m.(8/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Rinel
Written By Willow
July 31, 2019, 3:25 a.m.(7/23/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Petal
Written By Willow
July 29, 2019, 7:44 p.m.(7/20/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Eiran
I am so pleased to have been able to share a few of these with this young man. He speaks to the heart of who I was before I had to don the veil I have worn for well over a year now. I hope to enjoy his company again sometime soon. Hopefully in private again, so I am not torn between being a hundred percent recklessly myself and acting as the Voice I have been named.
Written By Willow
July 26, 2019, 1:55 a.m.(7/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Yvon
Therefore, even if your words and arguments are unpalatable, they still spur on reflection rather than offense if one understands the exercise has little to do with pride for good or ill and is indeed an exercise in thought rather than some personal scolding or admonishment.
Written By Willow
July 25, 2019, 4:33 p.m.(7/12/1011 AR)
Written By Willow
July 24, 2019, 3:32 a.m.(7/9/1011 AR)
Written By Willow
July 20, 2019, 1:16 p.m.(7/2/1011 AR)
Written By Willow
July 17, 2019, 11:32 a.m.(6/24/1011 AR)
Written By Willow
July 14, 2019, 6:40 a.m.(6/17/1011 AR)
Written By Willow
July 11, 2019, 5:24 p.m.(6/12/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Grazia
I might add that your 'upjumped commoner' not only became a Lady in her own right, but went on to not just become a Countess in her own right but set a new line of succession after rescuing the remnants of a House ruined by its /born heir/ before now moving on with that same dignity, poise, and skill, to add her discerning nature and wisdom beyond her birth to our Northlands' peoples.
I love rarefied and flawless stone as much as the next person but can a man be blamed if he'd rather not take it to bed?
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