Written By Juniper
Dec. 7, 2018, 4:45 p.m.(2/18/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Perronne
How does one transcribe a juvenile giggle?
Written By Juniper
Dec. 4, 2018, 6:40 p.m.(2/12/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
Written By Juniper
Dec. 4, 2018, 6:38 p.m.(2/12/1010 AR)
Written By Juniper
Dec. 1, 2018, 5:18 p.m.(2/6/1010 AR)
If you could snap your fingers and with that gesture create something perfect, even divine, what would you craft and why?
It must be a thing, not a person or an intangible.
I think I'd have a dress made of mountain clouds and gold-streaked quartz from the stream beside our little mining camp where I grew up. Whenever I moved it would smell of meadow flowers with a hint of the pine needles that layered the high forest floor.
Written By Juniper
Nov. 24, 2018, 1:27 a.m.(1/18/1010 AR)
To Master Felix, Guildmaster Joscelin, Mistress Adora and Lady Delilah, for providing prizes which inspired our combatants to greater heights.
To Dame Esoka, Colonel Harlex, Marquis Gaston, Dame Felicia, Lord Brogan, Marquessa Demura, Lady Kenna, Grandmaster Caspian, Celebrated Gianna, and Mistress Adora, for stepping up to battle with pillows in Aion's name.
To Grandmaster Caspian, crowned as the Dreamer's Champion for a day, and to the other victors: Celebrated Gianna who has the Most Flair, Dame Esoka who was Best Dressed and Lady Kenna who was the Fiercest.
To those who donated, my greatest thanks. Through your generousity, we raised 62,345.67 silver and 1760 economic writs, as well as 150 military writs, to be put towards the refinement and refurbishment of the Dreamer's own shrine. Not a space that was once shared, or one dedicated to Lost gods, but one which will be solely their own, for respect and worship. When the Faith has made its decisions as to the final form the space will take, I don't doubt everyone will look on it and know it was meant to be... though I wouldn't be surprised if we're still finding feathers there for years to come.
Thank you, all. You've made this mountain girl feel very, very humble and very, very proud.
Written By Juniper
Nov. 22, 2018, 3:52 p.m.(1/16/1010 AR)
Lady Delilah Whitehawk has sent another prize for Aion's Melee and it is absolutely beautiful. A silk cloak dappled with stars and filigree and silver... oh, beautiful! Whomever wins this will look like a Seraph, shining and bright.
I truly cannot wait for the day itself.
Written By Juniper
Nov. 21, 2018, 3:20 a.m.(1/12/1010 AR)
As of today, we've a number of incredible prizes too.
Entwined Dreams, a pair of rubicund hairpins, by the legendary Felix Meadson, depicting a pair of slumbering lovers whose shared dreams depict Creation.
A Miniature Whisper House (complete with secret passages), by Mistress Adora.
Collectable dolls of Radiants Lumen and Saedrus, Softest Whisper Bliss, and Celebrated Whispers Calandra and Gianna.
SIX pieces of matched neodymium and champagne silver jewelry from Guildmaster Joscelin Arterius, in a stars and comets theme which may or may not go to several lucky winners or one very lucky winner.
Bring yourselves and your donations to the Shrine of the Lost on the appointed day and be prepared to take a pillow to the face! Or hit a lot of people in the face with the pillow. Either way, it's going to be incredible.
Written By Juniper
Nov. 10, 2018, 10:46 p.m.(12/20/1009 AR)
Others have so generously volunteered their skills as well and I can't wait to see what they produce. Mistress Adora's Whisper House dollhouse is already ready, of course, and fully stocked with the collectible figurines of the Radiants, and the Softest, and Celebrated Whispers Calandra and Gianna. And the other prizes still left to come...! Oh, but it's going to be breathtaking.
Once all the prizes are done, all that will be left will be to await the date itself, and hope we have a full field to compete for the rewards!
And, of course, to see the Dreamer's shrine rise bright and clean and magnificent again, as it should be. But that will take rather longer and this is only the first step.
Written By Juniper
Oct. 15, 2018, 6:39 p.m.(10/14/1009 AR)
My mother is going to be so proud. Her youngest all grown up to be Juniper Whisper, Princemaker!
Written By Juniper
Oct. 13, 2018, 7:49 p.m.(10/10/1009 AR)
Written By Juniper
Oct. 6, 2018, 4:15 p.m.(9/24/1009 AR)
Asking for a friend. A forgetful friend.
Written By Juniper
Oct. 4, 2018, 5:22 a.m.(9/19/1009 AR)
Why The Sea is Salt (Or: Never Trust Seadogs (look, we don't have many sailors in the North where I'm from)).
There once was a young man who would take a little pot of stew and a little loaf of bread to the old crone who lived in the cave above the village. Everyone else stayed far away from her for it was said she could curse with a look and draw blood with a word. But the young man was a good lad and he hated to see anyone go hungry, so he'd hunt the rabbits and hunt the squirrels, and pull up wild onions and garlic, to make her a stew, and from his own plate he'd take the loaf his mother had made him, and he'd carry it up to the cave so she could eat, for he thought it very sad an old woman would be left alone in the long dark winters with no stew or company.
One day when he brought her supper, he found her ailing on her little cot. He cried over her for theirs was not a wealthy village and he'd seen many people ailing before, some who died, and he could see the signs in her face of Death soon to come.
"Don't snivel," said the old woman. "I've had many years and none of them wasted, and I go to a far better place than this. Go fetch me the box in my chest."
The young man wiped away his tears and went to fetch the box from the chest. Inside was a little mill, gleaming with bright wood and polished brass, finer than any he'd ever seen before.
She told him, "I carried that away from the city when I came to these mountains. If you think of something you wish to have, be it flour or sugar or spice or coffee, and say, "Grind, grind, little mill," it will do its work and produce all you hope for. When you have enough, you say, "Stop, stop, little mill," and it will cease its grinding. Take it for the kindness you've shown me."
Then she turned her face to the wall and died.
When he saw her buried, he took the little mill, and he took his little bundle of belongings, and he set out into the world for her talk of cities had turned his head. He walked when he could walk, and rode when he could ride, and finally in due time he came to the place where land ended and water began. There he found a seaport and while asking around for a job, found a berth on a ship as an unseasoned hand. It was all very exciting to him, even the first storm which rose up. But it was very hard work and because he had come from the mountains, the seamen who had lived a life on water were very harsh with him. He took the worst watches, and the worst rations, when they gave him rations at all. On his hungriest nights, he drew out the little mill and whispered the words to it, and then he would eat, and that is how he kept himself while the ship scudded over the ocean.
One night, a sailor with his ear to the door heard the young man whispering to the little mill and when he pressed his eye to a hole in the wood, he saw the young man charming out a little salt to use upon his hardtack biscuit. The sailor went to the first mate and the first mate went to the captain and the captain went to the young man and demanded he give over the little mill. The young man refused that demand and the one which followed, attempting to bribe the little mill away with a generous gift of silver.
So the captain ordered the sailors to seize the young man and toss him overboard, and while they tended to that, he scooped up the little mill. The first sailor relayed to the captain that he must say, "Grind, grind, little mill," to make it work its magic and when the captain repeated these words, thinking of salt to sell and replenish their own stores, it began to grind. Very soon they had enough salt but the sailor, who had run so quickly to the first mate, had not heard the words which stopped the little mill from working its magic. Nothing they shouted at it had any effect and soon, the whole ship was filled with salt and then tipped over.
All of those wicked sailors were cast into the ocean where they drowned, just as they had done to the young man, and the ship and little mill went down too. But as the stopping words had never been said, the little mill continued to grind and grind and grind. It rests still on the bottom of the sea, and because it is there, the ocean has been and will always be salty.
(Postscript: Every time my father would tell this story, I would ask why the young man thought the crone was hungry if she had a little mill that could produce flour and sugar and spices and coffee, and if she really was capable of cursing with a look because the young man had died after all, and all for the want of going into the world. Every time, he would shush me and tell me it was time for bed. I think maybe I didn't take the lessons from this one that he might hope I would take.)
Written By Juniper
Oct. 2, 2018, 4:21 p.m.(9/16/1009 AR)
A person may learn just about anything if they are called to do so and have the will. But I recognize I was not raised from birth with the tutors and examples the nobility have every day. It would not come as naturally to me, I would be donning a costume over those I've already put on in my life and even if I wear it easily, because I have practiced it a thousand times in private where no one may see me stumble, it is still a costume. There are expectations set upon the nobility, and in balance of that, they are born and educated in ways intended to help them achieve those expectations far more easily than a person born among ash and woodsmoke.
Yes, many take the advantages and apply them only to their own pleasures and interests. Many do prefer to indulge themselves. But as a general rule, they are born to their station and they wear it far more naturally than someone raised to it later in life.
It seems to me natural to be alarmed over the raising of a person not raised from birth to administrate. There are many aspects of running a barony or county or march which could be easily overlooked simply because one doesn't understand or realize they even exist. It does not make that person unworthy, or unfit, or a failure, or even a disaster waiting to happen. They may still be brave and honourable and intelligent and a good friend to their friends. It simply means that others recognize the greater potential for slips to be made, for things to be overlooked, for mistakes there to affect the lands around them, rippling up the chain to the higher echelons.
There are many things that could stand to be improved within our society (scandalous, I know!), but being shocked and wary of someone not trained to it suddenly being handed the reins of rulership (including the lives of the people who scrape and toil there) is not one of them.
Written By Juniper
Sept. 20, 2018, 8:59 p.m.(8/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
Written By Juniper
Sept. 20, 2018, 8:56 p.m.(8/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Berenice
Written By Juniper
Sept. 20, 2018, 7:53 p.m.(8/20/1009 AR)
If you were granted a selfless wish and a selfish wish, what would each be?
I think for selflessness, I would wish every child born could have loving and attentive parents who are not taken from them too early. So much of the wrongs I see in the world might be solved (or at least eased!) by having that early sense of love and support which I enjoyed in my youth, and still enjoy to this day. But selfishly, guiltily, I would wish for one person who has the same passion and interest in me that I carry for others in my own heart, someone who is as fascinated by me as I am by them. There. Committed to ink for posterity's sake.
Written By Juniper
Sept. 18, 2018, 6:01 p.m.(8/16/1009 AR)
Here’s something I keep in my arsenal and I gift it now to the Whites and anyone interested in improving their interactions with others; others might follow according to interest.
The question:
We are all of us someone else’s dream but what does it mean to you, the phrase “living the dream”?
Keep it or answer it! Here in the archives or by messenger for I always welcome new correspondence.
Written By Juniper
Sept. 18, 2018, 4:01 p.m.(8/16/1009 AR)
Written By Juniper
Sept. 16, 2018, 4:53 p.m.(8/12/1009 AR)
Written By Juniper
Sept. 6, 2018, 3:35 p.m.(7/18/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Jeffeth
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