Written By Anisha
Jan. 17, 2020, 11:44 p.m.(8/2/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
It was an unpleasant thing to hear, the proclamation from Mother Cassandra.
When I was newly arrived in Arx, I met Guild Mistress Josephine, and her patron, Marquessa Lora DiFidante. To my shame, I must admit that my enthusiasm at being in the company of their greatness overwhelmed me.
To my gratitude, I was able to earn the Guild Mistress' forgiveness for my overstep. She taught me a lesson that I value to this day, and I cherish the works of her I have, both those gifted and those I bought with my own coin.
I sent her a token of my gratitude, and I have been told it was spotted in the front room, on display for all. That makes my heart swell. I worked very hard to capture her likeness. I hope whomever receives my little tribute will cherish it as the Guild Mistress did.
I wish to find a way to honour her. Beyond sharing words of her obvious talent, beyond drinking to her memory.
Though I cannot hope to ever become her equal, perhaps I shall expand my toolkit to examine the jewelsmith's hammer and tongs.
When I was newly arrived in Arx, I met Guild Mistress Josephine, and her patron, Marquessa Lora DiFidante. To my shame, I must admit that my enthusiasm at being in the company of their greatness overwhelmed me.
To my gratitude, I was able to earn the Guild Mistress' forgiveness for my overstep. She taught me a lesson that I value to this day, and I cherish the works of her I have, both those gifted and those I bought with my own coin.
I sent her a token of my gratitude, and I have been told it was spotted in the front room, on display for all. That makes my heart swell. I worked very hard to capture her likeness. I hope whomever receives my little tribute will cherish it as the Guild Mistress did.
I wish to find a way to honour her. Beyond sharing words of her obvious talent, beyond drinking to her memory.
Though I cannot hope to ever become her equal, perhaps I shall expand my toolkit to examine the jewelsmith's hammer and tongs.
Written By Anisha
Jan. 14, 2020, 7:06 p.m.(7/23/1012 AR)
I don't know what to write about the Planting. Certainly, it did not go as planned, though the parts that did were pleasant. New faces and old, cheerful chatter and displays of skill - or lack of it. It was a good time.
I don't know who the interlopers were, though I expect the House of Questions will get their answers. I equally hope that I will learn of them.
It was a chaotic thing, as battle often is. Mistakes were made. I'm glad that we had protectors ready to take up arms to defend us. I'm glad that the casualties were few.
I expect there will be purification and penance.
And now I'll try to make more sense of things, and read what others have put down.
I don't know who the interlopers were, though I expect the House of Questions will get their answers. I equally hope that I will learn of them.
It was a chaotic thing, as battle often is. Mistakes were made. I'm glad that we had protectors ready to take up arms to defend us. I'm glad that the casualties were few.
I expect there will be purification and penance.
And now I'll try to make more sense of things, and read what others have put down.
Written By Anisha
Dec. 28, 2019, 10:20 a.m.(6/16/1012 AR)
I have been plagued with night terrors for some time.
These are new dreams, and very strange ones.
A river. Verdant greens. A sense of sorrow. The rest of it grows confusing, in the way dreams do.
I am sure I can tease some meaning from it, eventually.
These are new dreams, and very strange ones.
A river. Verdant greens. A sense of sorrow. The rest of it grows confusing, in the way dreams do.
I am sure I can tease some meaning from it, eventually.
Written By Anisha
Dec. 25, 2019, 11:35 p.m.(6/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Sydney
I do like flowers. I like them a lot. I'd've thought my wardrobe gave that away.
They were beautiful, and the sentiment you left with them complimented them in a most wonderful fashion.
I am glad you are in my life.
They were beautiful, and the sentiment you left with them complimented them in a most wonderful fashion.
I am glad you are in my life.
Written By Anisha
Dec. 25, 2019, 10:38 p.m.(6/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Drusila
Messere Drusila has met Mirrormasks before, even if she has forgotten that particular aspect of my person. I trust it wasn't as dramatic, then. But I do heed the calling of the Mirrormasks as well as the murmurs of Whisper House, messere.
Written By Anisha
Dec. 18, 2019, 7:22 a.m.(5/24/1012 AR)
Today I once more spent time in the Shrine of the Thirteenth. You get a lot of time to reflect in such a place. Even if you're not looking in a mirror.
The service I provide is simple enough. Listen. Discuss. Find the path forward.
I'm considering a sermon. In-between the aspirants coming for aid, I mull it over in my mind, as I watch my reflection in black stone, and she watches her reflection in mirrored silver.
I don't know when I will be ready to hold it. It is a heady responsibility.
But sometimes, you can't wait to be ready.
Reflection is important. But it must not become passivity.
The service I provide is simple enough. Listen. Discuss. Find the path forward.
I'm considering a sermon. In-between the aspirants coming for aid, I mull it over in my mind, as I watch my reflection in black stone, and she watches her reflection in mirrored silver.
I don't know when I will be ready to hold it. It is a heady responsibility.
But sometimes, you can't wait to be ready.
Reflection is important. But it must not become passivity.
Written By Anisha
Dec. 3, 2019, 1:35 p.m.(4/22/1012 AR)
I've been aiding a client by sorting through their things. It's a thrill, really - to hear their stories and the memories attached to certain outfits, certain perfumes, a particular piece of jewelry.
But, they did admit their home were a smidge cluttered, and so we worked to rid them of things that no longer brought fondness with the memories, things that didn't spark memories at all, or just... Had served their time.
There's a method to it. I'm reminded of certain writings on the potential of all things, and how those can wax poetic. I should wax similarly poetic about how our belongings can gain some weight of who we are. A reassurance.
If I am to turn this into more than just a one-off (and I should want to), I want it to be constructive. A constructive examination of material belongings. A riddance of things that no longer speaks to a person.
Constructive Material Riddance.
ConMaRi.
Yes, I think I have it.
But, they did admit their home were a smidge cluttered, and so we worked to rid them of things that no longer brought fondness with the memories, things that didn't spark memories at all, or just... Had served their time.
There's a method to it. I'm reminded of certain writings on the potential of all things, and how those can wax poetic. I should wax similarly poetic about how our belongings can gain some weight of who we are. A reassurance.
If I am to turn this into more than just a one-off (and I should want to), I want it to be constructive. A constructive examination of material belongings. A riddance of things that no longer speaks to a person.
Constructive Material Riddance.
ConMaRi.
Yes, I think I have it.
Written By Anisha
Dec. 2, 2019, 3:12 p.m.(4/20/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Vayne
I spoke with the Archlector today, and we discussed my duties as a Mirrormask. No details, of course. Both as a Whisper and as a Mirrormask, I hold the confidence of those who choose to speak to me in the highest respect.
But I think there is something to be said for service in the shrine itself. There's something about being alone with oneself and the many reflections of the black stone.
There are no plants to tend, for all that we'd will it. Sometimes I wonder if more curious plants would grow there, the ones we know require rarefied nourishment.
But that is for others. For me, well. I donned my mask and dark garb, and I advised as best I could.
It's different from being Anisha Whisper, when you are just one Reflection among many.
But I think I am better for it.
But I think there is something to be said for service in the shrine itself. There's something about being alone with oneself and the many reflections of the black stone.
There are no plants to tend, for all that we'd will it. Sometimes I wonder if more curious plants would grow there, the ones we know require rarefied nourishment.
But that is for others. For me, well. I donned my mask and dark garb, and I advised as best I could.
It's different from being Anisha Whisper, when you are just one Reflection among many.
But I think I am better for it.
Written By Anisha
Nov. 25, 2019, 10:42 a.m.(4/6/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Sydney
Sometimes you make a connection, and it feels like you've known someone for all of your life.
Messere Sydney and I get along. She has a sense of humour I can appreciate. She has a sense of -life- I can appreciate. She has a skillset that draws her in bold, dashing lines. And I can appreciate that. Maybe I'll ask to paint her?
"But Anisha Whisper," you might ask. "What could you possibly have in common with a Brawler from the Lowers?"
And to that, I would offer you a wink and a smile and a distraction.
Messere Sydney and I get along. She has a sense of humour I can appreciate. She has a sense of -life- I can appreciate. She has a skillset that draws her in bold, dashing lines. And I can appreciate that. Maybe I'll ask to paint her?
"But Anisha Whisper," you might ask. "What could you possibly have in common with a Brawler from the Lowers?"
And to that, I would offer you a wink and a smile and a distraction.
Written By Anisha
Nov. 18, 2019, 3:27 a.m.(3/19/1012 AR)
Marquessa Quenia threw a wonderful ball, and there were a myriad of wondrous pieces on display, both worn and as prizes.
The evening swirls a little in my head, which I take as a sign of a night well spent. A number of introductions were made, and I am eager to see where that leads.
I did win a prize, a bag full of sweets to tide me over as Winter turns to Spring, and while I coveted the lovely fashions and pieces of jewelry that others took home, I am pleased to have known enough luck to be drawn from among thousands of tickets. That can only be a good omen.
I wish to extend great thanks to the Marquessa, primarily, and to Lord Strozza for his skill at the dance floor. There are many others that deserve honourable mentions, but for fear of forgetting names, I will just say - I hope to see you again, so we may reminisce and create new memories together.
The evening swirls a little in my head, which I take as a sign of a night well spent. A number of introductions were made, and I am eager to see where that leads.
I did win a prize, a bag full of sweets to tide me over as Winter turns to Spring, and while I coveted the lovely fashions and pieces of jewelry that others took home, I am pleased to have known enough luck to be drawn from among thousands of tickets. That can only be a good omen.
I wish to extend great thanks to the Marquessa, primarily, and to Lord Strozza for his skill at the dance floor. There are many others that deserve honourable mentions, but for fear of forgetting names, I will just say - I hope to see you again, so we may reminisce and create new memories together.
Written By Anisha
Nov. 4, 2019, 11:28 p.m.(2/21/1012 AR)
My first few weeks in Arx have been rather spectacular. There are many sights to see, many people to meet, and get to know. I may have stumbled once or twice, but I am confident I shall find my footing, and I hope that in time I may be able to earn the forgiveness of those whose toes I errantly stepped upon.
I was quite surprised, pleasantly so, when I received an offer of patronage rather quickly, and after consulting some with my peers, I am proud to proclaim myself a protege of Princess Reese Grayson. May my deeds and words always reflect well on her.
I'm sure there are many things more to write about. Some of those will go in the black journals, though.
I was quite surprised, pleasantly so, when I received an offer of patronage rather quickly, and after consulting some with my peers, I am proud to proclaim myself a protege of Princess Reese Grayson. May my deeds and words always reflect well on her.
I'm sure there are many things more to write about. Some of those will go in the black journals, though.
Written By Anisha
Oct. 28, 2019, 11:32 a.m.(2/6/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Petal
I'd say I stopped by a delightful little shop yesterday, but that would be stretching the truth. It was a sprawling thing, the Tangled Skein, aptly organized and with new wonders in every room. The proprietess, one Petal (Penrose, I'd later find) was quite charming. Her accent stood out quite a bit, almost more than the bump of her belly that said she was with child. We had a lovely conversation about fabrics and fashions, before my errands regrettably forced me to cut the conversation short. Still, I've placed my order, and I shall soon have an outfit suitable for Arx winters.
Written By Anisha
Oct. 27, 2019, 10:23 a.m.(2/4/1012 AR)
Arx. What a splendour. What a legend. And now I am here. Ready to start a new chapter in my life and learn from the feet of luminaries, to watch the royal court and the high houses. How exciting. It will be a thrill to get to know the city - and her peoples.
I can't wait.
I can't wait.
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