Written By Aconite
Oct. 26, 2021, 2:02 a.m.(6/13/1016 AR)
I am excited about the impending masquerade.
Written By Aconite
Sept. 20, 2021, 2:25 a.m.(3/26/1016 AR)
I can't wait for the Spring. I feel isolated, as if watching everything from far away. The cold reminds me too much of the nightmare. It keeps me from going out as much as I'd like.
Written By Aconite
Sept. 3, 2021, 3:17 a.m.(2/20/1016 AR)
I'm hoping for a speedy arrival of Spring. Though I think the cold might linger, at least in my mind where my dreams have begun to combine the two events. I'm doing my best to gather funds and resources to donate to survivors. I am also planning for something bigger and brighter come the thaw. I'm hoping to expand a few stables in Tor and I'm also preparing for a Flower Sculpture show! I'm hoping to hold it in the new Arts district or if that's unavailable the Lodge.
If I keep busy the Winter might not weigh on me as much.
If I keep busy the Winter might not weigh on me as much.
Written By Aconite
Aug. 23, 2021, 2:18 a.m.(1/26/1016 AR)
I couldn't do much. Now that I am home I will do everything I can.
The dreams are back. The despair of falling cities haunts me.
I have means to send coin though. I've clothes covered in fortunes just waiting to be salvaged and sold..
That's where I will start..
The dreams are back. The despair of falling cities haunts me.
I have means to send coin though. I've clothes covered in fortunes just waiting to be salvaged and sold..
That's where I will start..
Written By Aconite
June 28, 2021, 5:45 a.m.(9/26/1015 AR)
Just when things start making sense there comes another twist.
Written By Aconite
June 12, 2021, 5:46 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)
I do love to dance, a real dance just wine, music and laughter. I lose myself in it. I might have twisted my ankle a little but I still couldn't help myself.
Written By Aconite
May 29, 2021, 11:43 p.m.(7/24/1015 AR)
How can I express my overwhelming joy on the last few nights of the festival. I have learned so much about so many things in such a short amount of time. An idea born through a late-night conversation with a good friend.
The opening dance set the tone for the drama and flair, and unexpected intimacy of the Rythm of the World Festival that Whisper house graciously gave me hosting privileges. Each performance giving a glimpse into new worlds and the people who have shaped them. From the moving songs of Tremorous sung by Lord Savio and Lord Orland and the bone-deep performance of Cesare Whisper, Nina Autnumndals fabulous music encouraging moving and dance and even a performance from Legend Gianna. These are some notable mentions but almost every performance gave those enrapt throngs of people a story to tell and hopefully curiosity sparked into broadening their horizons.
There were so many new dresses and mesmerizing fashion rooted in tradition and dripping in inspiration. I regret I only had time to see it in passing, I would have dearly loved to hang on to the words of Bard Autumndale, Duchess Isabeau, and taken the time to really absorb Savio's flowing outfit. I may have already plied Princess Graziella for the pattern for her beautiful dress. But I am remiss, I am leaving out many more names that deserve mentioning.
But let me make special note of Caprice, who I think could ply even the hardest hearts with a few drapes of silk. Master Zakhar who not only made the crowns and scarves but also this honey silk outfit that I'm determined to live the rest of my life in. And my own brother Orick, who created drums and this delicious scent that reminds me so much of home.
Even in the tragedies, they came together, I cannot wait to see Vashtalyn truly perform. Without Sir Merek and Lady Eswynd, I foresee things would have gone very differently. They may have well saved our little festival.
I cannot claim even a margin of the credit that is due here but it was my pleasure to work with the blessed of Jayus in the Festival and the Auction which has raised a considerable sum that will be distributed happily amidst charities.
I shall float rather than sail back to Tor this week. Thankful for the great generosity of those that have given of themselves to shine light into the lives of others.
Finally, can I say to see people from Royalty to Commoner in the same space, humbled before the gifts of Jayus, is a truly religious experience.
The opening dance set the tone for the drama and flair, and unexpected intimacy of the Rythm of the World Festival that Whisper house graciously gave me hosting privileges. Each performance giving a glimpse into new worlds and the people who have shaped them. From the moving songs of Tremorous sung by Lord Savio and Lord Orland and the bone-deep performance of Cesare Whisper, Nina Autnumndals fabulous music encouraging moving and dance and even a performance from Legend Gianna. These are some notable mentions but almost every performance gave those enrapt throngs of people a story to tell and hopefully curiosity sparked into broadening their horizons.
There were so many new dresses and mesmerizing fashion rooted in tradition and dripping in inspiration. I regret I only had time to see it in passing, I would have dearly loved to hang on to the words of Bard Autumndale, Duchess Isabeau, and taken the time to really absorb Savio's flowing outfit. I may have already plied Princess Graziella for the pattern for her beautiful dress. But I am remiss, I am leaving out many more names that deserve mentioning.
But let me make special note of Caprice, who I think could ply even the hardest hearts with a few drapes of silk. Master Zakhar who not only made the crowns and scarves but also this honey silk outfit that I'm determined to live the rest of my life in. And my own brother Orick, who created drums and this delicious scent that reminds me so much of home.
Even in the tragedies, they came together, I cannot wait to see Vashtalyn truly perform. Without Sir Merek and Lady Eswynd, I foresee things would have gone very differently. They may have well saved our little festival.
I cannot claim even a margin of the credit that is due here but it was my pleasure to work with the blessed of Jayus in the Festival and the Auction which has raised a considerable sum that will be distributed happily amidst charities.
I shall float rather than sail back to Tor this week. Thankful for the great generosity of those that have given of themselves to shine light into the lives of others.
Finally, can I say to see people from Royalty to Commoner in the same space, humbled before the gifts of Jayus, is a truly religious experience.
Written By Aconite
May 24, 2021, 12:45 a.m.(7/12/1015 AR)
I wish I had more to say about what's been happening to me. Unfortunately all that comes to mind is: I need tougher leather.
Written By Aconite
May 15, 2021, 1:05 p.m.(6/23/1015 AR)
Finally, seasons have passed and I have finally followed through on a desire I've had for a year. I couldn't have done it without help from Guildmistress Caprice, or Lady Narcissa or the many friends and teachers who have inspired this collection.
At the turn of summer I will complete my second vision. Though I have lost talent I have the potential for more to join me..
And then I will turn my attention to the sea. Good fortune doesn't wait for preparation..
I only hope that it will mean something..
At the turn of summer I will complete my second vision. Though I have lost talent I have the potential for more to join me..
And then I will turn my attention to the sea. Good fortune doesn't wait for preparation..
I only hope that it will mean something..
Written By Aconite
April 16, 2021, 10:07 a.m.(4/20/1015 AR)
I have arrived back in Arx and it is Spring again. And while others air out the accumulated gloom and grime I find myself rushing to put these clippings I have brought from Tor into their beds. I get to garden again and I shall not be so exhausted from bearing so many heavy layers. And come Summer, fate willing, I plan to shed more. I cannot wait to see what I can germinate. But where to begin?
Written By Aconite
April 11, 2021, 9:14 p.m.(4/11/1015 AR)
It’s been so long since I’ve written in the whites. It’s like I have no time anymore and when I do have time I try to focus those towards my own projects. I feel a little guilty I’ve had no time to express myself here.
I am an Apprentice Whisper. A goal for much of my life was a falling star, a lofty seed planted in the imagination that is always beyond reach. And yet here I am. Most of my work for them lately has been purely getting to know the work. Tutoring, attending small social gatherings, assisting young Ladies in pulling together outfits that will impress and the occasional quiet conversation with someone who just needs an ear.
When I am not busy there I am on a boat to Tor and back. I spend so often on ships I think at this point I might be able to become a sailor if everything else falls through. Though it would be very difficult to grow a garden out on the water.. So.. perhaps not.
I’ve so many small projects to focus on these days I forget sometimes that I have larger goals to keep an eye on. But hopefully in the end all these small steps will one day be the key to the door behind which my greatest dream lies.
I remain blessed, fortunate, that those I meet have treated me generously. That those who have honed talents I shall never possess are willing to share their inspirations, their dreams and their talents with me without hesitation.
In my more personal progress. Seeking who I am and where I came from seems to be tendrils out and finally come into the light. I would be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t terrified of what I’ll find but I cannot let that stop me.
The music and dance festival has had so many volunteers and I hope I will see more agree to participate. Of course it is a partially selfish desire. I want to expand my world and to learn more of the worlds of others so that I may experience all the color and life that there is to be experienced. But I think others would benefit it too - to see and hear and feel the beauty that comes from the roots of other places. I hope everyone’s horizons will be expanded for it.
I have a charity auction in the works for House Fidante and I’m pleased to say that the artist that agreed to help has exceeded expectation and her heart and dedication to beauty is birthed in every piece. She deserves every praise that the Lyceum gives her and more.
My only regret is I still seem to have no time to pursue more time spent with friends than an occasional afternoon tea.
I am an Apprentice Whisper. A goal for much of my life was a falling star, a lofty seed planted in the imagination that is always beyond reach. And yet here I am. Most of my work for them lately has been purely getting to know the work. Tutoring, attending small social gatherings, assisting young Ladies in pulling together outfits that will impress and the occasional quiet conversation with someone who just needs an ear.
When I am not busy there I am on a boat to Tor and back. I spend so often on ships I think at this point I might be able to become a sailor if everything else falls through. Though it would be very difficult to grow a garden out on the water.. So.. perhaps not.
I’ve so many small projects to focus on these days I forget sometimes that I have larger goals to keep an eye on. But hopefully in the end all these small steps will one day be the key to the door behind which my greatest dream lies.
I remain blessed, fortunate, that those I meet have treated me generously. That those who have honed talents I shall never possess are willing to share their inspirations, their dreams and their talents with me without hesitation.
In my more personal progress. Seeking who I am and where I came from seems to be tendrils out and finally come into the light. I would be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t terrified of what I’ll find but I cannot let that stop me.
The music and dance festival has had so many volunteers and I hope I will see more agree to participate. Of course it is a partially selfish desire. I want to expand my world and to learn more of the worlds of others so that I may experience all the color and life that there is to be experienced. But I think others would benefit it too - to see and hear and feel the beauty that comes from the roots of other places. I hope everyone’s horizons will be expanded for it.
I have a charity auction in the works for House Fidante and I’m pleased to say that the artist that agreed to help has exceeded expectation and her heart and dedication to beauty is birthed in every piece. She deserves every praise that the Lyceum gives her and more.
My only regret is I still seem to have no time to pursue more time spent with friends than an occasional afternoon tea.
Written By Aconite
March 6, 2021, 9:44 a.m.(1/23/1015 AR)
One project is started. Another will begin as soon as I am able to catch up with one of the Softest Whispers, slated for Spring or perhaps early Summer. And Now I have another idea.. but where am I going to find a jewelry willing to work in tediously tiny detail?
Also I need more time. There never seems to be enough.
Also I need more time. There never seems to be enough.
Written By Aconite
Jan. 25, 2021, 4:17 a.m.(10/23/1014 AR)
My birthday wish this year is that everyone can find a little time to themselves. A few quiet moments to breathe and appreciate he beauty in the world before they have to face whatever is coming.
Written By Aconite
Jan. 21, 2021, 8:40 a.m.(10/16/1014 AR)
A question asked of me the other day has had me thinking...
I was not quite twelve when I met Uudi, the woman who taught me how to fashion my hair in my favorite style. I was at the market seeking something pretty, some small bauble to buy with my earnings when I stumbled upon some rare traders from Eurus who were there to sell their goods.
Beside myself, I hurried to them and without thinking began to speak to them in their native tongue. After a moment of surprise it was the old woman, Uudi, who began to talk back with me.
I was curious. I wanted to know so much.. too much.. a condition I still suffer from. Uudi only laughed and while I know she never told me much of Eurus but she told me much about her family.
Uudi was ancient, so far as I could tell back then, missing a few teeth with short white hair cropped close to her head and so many wrinkles I would never have been able to tell how she felt. That is if it weren't for the bright jade eyes that always sparkled with laughter and a small sweet voice that made me feel welcomed.
When I asked about her hair she told me she had grown too old and her hair too thin for the magnificent styles she favored. I was, of course, bubbling with curiosity and so I asked her what they were but rather than tell me. She offered to show me...
For hours that seemed far too short, I sat with Uudi, while hands with skin as worn and scarred as leather and knotted knuckles that must have hurt while so worked through my hair.
Patiently with comb and fingers, she wove my hair into many coils while telling me of her daughters and their children. The stories never told me much of their life only of the people. And hummed songs to me in wordless homage to where she called home. I never thought to question her, nor if the stories were real or made simply to make me smile. I could not stop.
This happened many times, every few days for the few weeks a year she was in Tor, for the few years she came. I would come seeking a new comb or one of her brilliantly patterned pouches or skirts. I would close my eyes and listen to Uudi talk and pretend just for a few moments that she was my Grandmother too. That the people she spoke of were my family as she smoothed and twisted each coil, so enrapt that barely noted any tug or snarl.
The last year Uudi and I spent time together is when she taught me to fashion the styles for myself with careful patient warmth and laughter to soothe my frustrations when my early attempts failed. Patiently she taught me each technique until I could do each almost as good as she did..
The next year I could not find her. I wondered often what happened to her but try as I might I could not feel sorrow that she was no longer there. Only gratitude for what time I had had and what she had taught me.
I wonder sometimes if that is part o why I like the markets so or if that is why I have always seen a merchants wares as a part of who they are. That I am wearing a part of them and being a vessel for expression in this world. Just like I wonder if this is my favorite hairstyle because it is so terribly practical or because it's an expression of everything one ancient Eurusi trader gave me in so very few but precious moments.
I was not quite twelve when I met Uudi, the woman who taught me how to fashion my hair in my favorite style. I was at the market seeking something pretty, some small bauble to buy with my earnings when I stumbled upon some rare traders from Eurus who were there to sell their goods.
Beside myself, I hurried to them and without thinking began to speak to them in their native tongue. After a moment of surprise it was the old woman, Uudi, who began to talk back with me.
I was curious. I wanted to know so much.. too much.. a condition I still suffer from. Uudi only laughed and while I know she never told me much of Eurus but she told me much about her family.
Uudi was ancient, so far as I could tell back then, missing a few teeth with short white hair cropped close to her head and so many wrinkles I would never have been able to tell how she felt. That is if it weren't for the bright jade eyes that always sparkled with laughter and a small sweet voice that made me feel welcomed.
When I asked about her hair she told me she had grown too old and her hair too thin for the magnificent styles she favored. I was, of course, bubbling with curiosity and so I asked her what they were but rather than tell me. She offered to show me...
For hours that seemed far too short, I sat with Uudi, while hands with skin as worn and scarred as leather and knotted knuckles that must have hurt while so worked through my hair.
Patiently with comb and fingers, she wove my hair into many coils while telling me of her daughters and their children. The stories never told me much of their life only of the people. And hummed songs to me in wordless homage to where she called home. I never thought to question her, nor if the stories were real or made simply to make me smile. I could not stop.
This happened many times, every few days for the few weeks a year she was in Tor, for the few years she came. I would come seeking a new comb or one of her brilliantly patterned pouches or skirts. I would close my eyes and listen to Uudi talk and pretend just for a few moments that she was my Grandmother too. That the people she spoke of were my family as she smoothed and twisted each coil, so enrapt that barely noted any tug or snarl.
The last year Uudi and I spent time together is when she taught me to fashion the styles for myself with careful patient warmth and laughter to soothe my frustrations when my early attempts failed. Patiently she taught me each technique until I could do each almost as good as she did..
The next year I could not find her. I wondered often what happened to her but try as I might I could not feel sorrow that she was no longer there. Only gratitude for what time I had had and what she had taught me.
I wonder sometimes if that is part o why I like the markets so or if that is why I have always seen a merchants wares as a part of who they are. That I am wearing a part of them and being a vessel for expression in this world. Just like I wonder if this is my favorite hairstyle because it is so terribly practical or because it's an expression of everything one ancient Eurusi trader gave me in so very few but precious moments.
Written By Aconite
Dec. 13, 2020, 7:09 a.m.(7/22/1014 AR)
Sometimes it's the quiet conversations on a mid-morning in Summer that seem so casual at first that make the deepest impacts..
Written By Aconite
Nov. 23, 2020, 4:55 p.m.(6/10/1014 AR)
It seems I don't get to enjoy the city for very long before I have to turn around and head right back away from it again. No doubt there are a few vintners whose coffers are much lighter in my absence...
I hope that's all the loss the city will suffer while I am away..
I hope that's all the loss the city will suffer while I am away..
Written By Aconite
Nov. 7, 2020, 11:15 p.m.(5/6/1014 AR)
Finally back from my adventure to see the newest members of the Compact in Tor. Though it's time-consuming it's worth it when I can gather those of like minds to help them build a future. We have taught them more of the lands and animals of Arvum and hope to continue to aid them to build a future, a life, here in the Compact. Their smiles made the travel and the work worth it all. I felt so at home and at peace when I danced with them and we all drank wine and told stories. I regret I was not in Arx to hear more of Eurus. Though at times the endless litany of horrors can become tiresome there are always slivers or something that helps to remind me. But if anything will soothe me for missing the gift of more knowledge, I think the memory of the smiles and the stories we shared will definitely do.
I'm hopeful to collect trinkets of the Horse Dancer and the madcap Bee Man to adorn my mantle soon.
I'm hopeful to collect trinkets of the Horse Dancer and the madcap Bee Man to adorn my mantle soon.
Written By Aconite
Nov. 1, 2020, 1:53 a.m.(4/21/1014 AR)
Clarity comes with a cost, always.
Written By Aconite
Oct. 31, 2020, 6:27 p.m.(4/20/1014 AR)
I get to go to a royal ball! That is all I have the words for. I am over the moon.
Written By Aconite
Oct. 24, 2020, 2:26 p.m.(4/6/1014 AR)
Spring! I can smell the frost melting and I see the new life trying already to push past the frost. Everything feels like a breath held in anticipation. There's so much to do!
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