Written By Cassiopeia
Aug. 22, 2021, 10:08 p.m.(1/25/1016 AR)
Never underestimate the power of a warm smile on a cold day.
I've long heard people equate softness to weakness.
It is not. When everything comes crashing down, and you can't see through the smoke,
sometimes being kind is the bravest thing you can do.
I've long heard people equate softness to weakness.
It is not. When everything comes crashing down, and you can't see through the smoke,
sometimes being kind is the bravest thing you can do.
Written By Cassiopeia
July 16, 2021, 12:16 a.m.(11/6/1015 AR)
I got my first pair of boots. They pinch my toes. My sister told me I should wear them around the house with wet socks. I'm ready, winter!
Written By Cassiopeia
May 30, 2021, 8:16 p.m.(7/25/1015 AR)
I am not sure what to write..., much like I don't know what to say these days. Coming back to Arx, it's hard to hide from all these thoughts and feelings. I suppose it's for the best, when we hide, nothing goes away, it just waits for us.
There have been hard times, since I've returned, often the hardest things should be so simple. People ask who I am. People ask what my name is. These questions are so simple, but so hard to answer.
There are good times too. The recent celebration at the beach, was one of those. I started off in tears, but I found myself smiling at the end of the night.
I am so grateful for the people who support me and have welcomed me back to Arx.
Savio and Orland, you are bright stars in a dark sky. Your brilliance is beautiful, and I am so lucky to know you both.
Giorgio, my smart cousin, you are a strong leader and will do good for the family.
Andromeda, my big sister. I promise I won't always hide behind you, but when I do, I feel safe, and I am so grateful for that.
Cesare, a new friend, one who's talent is unmistakable. It was a pleasure to hear you sing and be myself in front of you.
There are many others, new friends, new family (the House of Vaevici), many interesting people, all of who I hope to learn more about. This is what gives me hope. Hope for home, but hope for the future.
We are all going through something, we all have our struggles to overcome, but we need not do it alone. I take comfort in knowing, I am not alone, even the days I feel it, I need but look at the lovely faces around me to see the world will be okay.
There have been hard times, since I've returned, often the hardest things should be so simple. People ask who I am. People ask what my name is. These questions are so simple, but so hard to answer.
There are good times too. The recent celebration at the beach, was one of those. I started off in tears, but I found myself smiling at the end of the night.
I am so grateful for the people who support me and have welcomed me back to Arx.
Savio and Orland, you are bright stars in a dark sky. Your brilliance is beautiful, and I am so lucky to know you both.
Giorgio, my smart cousin, you are a strong leader and will do good for the family.
Andromeda, my big sister. I promise I won't always hide behind you, but when I do, I feel safe, and I am so grateful for that.
Cesare, a new friend, one who's talent is unmistakable. It was a pleasure to hear you sing and be myself in front of you.
There are many others, new friends, new family (the House of Vaevici), many interesting people, all of who I hope to learn more about. This is what gives me hope. Hope for home, but hope for the future.
We are all going through something, we all have our struggles to overcome, but we need not do it alone. I take comfort in knowing, I am not alone, even the days I feel it, I need but look at the lovely faces around me to see the world will be okay.
Written By Cassiopeia
Nov. 27, 2020, 8:03 a.m.(6/18/1014 AR)
I forewent my morning tea this morning and took a walk instead. Outside the city and around its massive walls I walked; each of us taller than those things around us and neither whispering the secret of why to the other. I came across sections of stone newer than others and asked a laborer of them. A war, a siege, he said, and some mighty army had broken through.
This is the way of history. It is all about perspective and timing. There will be many who look upon that spot and remember some great battle. I stare at it and mark only the farthest north I've been.
This is the way of history. It is all about perspective and timing. There will be many who look upon that spot and remember some great battle. I stare at it and mark only the farthest north I've been.
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