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Written By Mattheu

Nov. 29, 2022, 4 p.m.(12/15/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Maru

The winds find another and carry their song upon them, leading their joy and the love which they shared with so many to the farthest reaches to be allowed a breath upon another's lips and cheeks. Always to be missed, always to be seen within those that are here and available to dance, laugh, and enjoy in who they were.
The bells ring for their loss, their joy, their love, the love shared, and most importantly, for those of us who will carry them with us in everything we do moving forwards.

I might have been indifferent at first. Though the love they shared, and helped within our family will forever be remembered.
The only one to be able to get a cookie from Amelia without sneaking.
A man that I am proud to call brother.

Written By Mattheu

Nov. 21, 2022, 4:06 p.m.(11/27/1018 AR)

When not one but two ask of a major request... To take care of something ever precious to them.
there's only two answers to give.
You best come back.
Yes.

Written By Mattheu

Nov. 20, 2022, 7:13 p.m.(11/25/1018 AR)

If I climb into a tree for you, why are you yelling at me?

Written By Mattheu

Nov. 15, 2022, 11:02 p.m.(11/16/1018 AR)

A mixed drink. Unbreakable eye contact.
A sound which pulls upon every piece of your being, to suffocate you with love and sweetness. A million smiles within 'Ima', my heart.
May I only fade upon shores unseen, and never before.
There's something pulling, tugging, seeking to grab upon and slowly find its way to spread through you until there's nothing left.
Seeking to drain every last being of you...
Not within darkness, nor to be hopeless. Simply an emptiness seeking to pull every slice of cheery color and sparkle from these dusty eyes.

To break free from these chains, to fight back and lift up limbs once tied back. No longer sinking willingly.
We must step back and see for what it is that we fight.
For it is love. A cool soft breeze upon a cloth hung, bells left to sing in every breath
For it is heart. As the waters slip under sail and curl to nuzzle upon us

Written By Mattheu

Nov. 12, 2022, 11:32 p.m.(11/10/1018 AR)

I've been told that the assistants are to help me. Though they are nearly family. We help each other. Doesn't matter who is paying them. All that matters is that I trust them and they trust me. The rest is simply the question of where the party is, or which way the wind is blowing. We can sort it out from there.

Written By Mattheu

Nov. 11, 2022, 8:52 p.m.(11/7/1018 AR)

I wear the wind, as she leads me within a path where I meet the most interesting of people. Time is never sated with what is taken from us, it is upon us to make the most of the days we have before us. It doesn't matter if a rainbow is worn, or a single muted color. All are of the wind, and she is the one to watch. To press a naked face within, hair and song found in every turn. A note from string lingers upon lips, while the body seeks movement.

Hearing bells play in every step to then find the quietest of them seeking out their own song. The smile which grows is the one that we should seek forever more. Less it is to dance and dip into waters unknown.

Written By Mattheu

Nov. 4, 2022, 8:16 a.m.(9/8/1018 AR)

A means in which to have a teachable moment turned to a strict negotiation remedied by chocolates, a first dance, and promise to play with shark plushie.

I also have a lovely new hat.
It was an afternoon worthy of the direction the wind sought for me.

Written By Mattheu

Oct. 24, 2022, 8:32 a.m.(8/14/1018 AR)

I can only hope that all are ready for what is coming.... The small glimpse that I have seen is not one that makes any sense to why any would bow to them.

Written By Mattheu

Oct. 12, 2022, 9:43 p.m.(7/19/1018 AR)

There's always something to be said, or not said within the dome of the small winged creatures. I know that I've been told they are butterflies, though we've known them as colorful dancers upon the wind's edge for ever long. If you get a chance, I highly recommend taking a stroll through the Menagerie's gardens.

Written By Mattheu

Sept. 2, 2022, 8:07 p.m.(4/23/1018 AR)

Scholar. I find myself with an over flowing garden. Many flowers have been planted over the years and I've been so good and watchful for each to keep them growing. They will find their end and I dry out their seeds to let them be planted and allow their children per say find the sun and warmth of a dance under the breeze with bells singing around them another season.

It's in these moments that we realize there's so much in this world that is of a beauty that we might never get to fully see and enjoy. We need to hold onto these moments, share them with who we can in that moment. They will never be repeated. No matter how much we seek to find them again, they won't be the same as they were.

Don't take it for granted that you woke up today. Grab everything to pull yourself out of the silks from under sail and go find someone to share a dance with. Give them a flower and don't worry about what it might mean or says about your feelings towards them. Sometimes a flower is simply a means to share beauty with another. To show them that you're thinking about them, and wish that they could be there for a dance or slip under sail.

Written By Mattheu

Aug. 25, 2022, 7:06 p.m.(4/7/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Keely

This shouldn't be a surprise.

Princess Keely, other than an amazing patron, also has a handle upon the Oathlander's dances akin to none other.

Written By Mattheu

Aug. 10, 2022, 4:32 p.m.(3/5/1018 AR)

When the note is correct she will sing out through the trees and over the winds with a voice that is clearer than any other she has used before.
Or that is the hopes... And before the concert would be perfect.

Written By Mattheu

July 29, 2022, 7:02 a.m.(2/8/1018 AR)

I wonder how many bells can be slung into the trees around the old walls in the city center...

Written By Mattheu

July 25, 2022, 9:28 p.m.(1/27/1018 AR)

I know that I wasn't playing by the same rules that were stated, though Ilira Starling matched me step for step and the dance was exhilarating that to not award her with at least a diamond felt unworthy in the spirit of the challenge.

Then Sira Illuso, while the challenge felt a last moment's thought still made a face that I've never seen upon her in all of our friendly discussions of the color of the wind that it only felt similarly fitting to tie the diamond within the bow of velvet.

And while my brother might have questions, my patron did make it home in one piece. Safely, perhaps if any ask Violetta by way of over my shoulder at least until she found carriage.

Written By Mattheu

July 16, 2022, 12:48 a.m.(1/7/1018 AR)

Another set of dances taught and learned. As always each instructor did an amazing job and the dances shared were ones that I'll hold fast when seeking a moment with partner.

My own dance partner was amazing in his own. Even as I made the mistake of telling them they could kick me without fear of my anger.

Written By Mattheu

July 7, 2022, 10:03 a.m.(12/18/1017 AR)

There's a lot that one could get up to in those large vaulted ceilings. Too many guards though, would have to be extra quiet...

Interesting place. Never been before.

Written By Mattheu

June 17, 2022, 9:25 a.m.(11/6/1017 AR)

Relationship Note on Keely

I don't wish to give her cause to seek hiding within the walls, comfort to be found staying away from the center of direction. I will always pull her closer, be a shield for her if it is wished. A friend who I will seek within a crowd, a patron who has shown me nothing but kindness and has taught me much.

Princess Keely is a light which if you haven't had the pleasure to meet, there's much joy missing from your daily life. She runs as if in a blur, excited to see all. Kind and gentle, less she's seeking to make sure you've had a fill of tasting a cider. Then be ready to have multiple mugs within your hands. A laugh that will brighten any room. And helpful towards others. She does so very much, and sometimes has very little time to allow herself a moment of breath.

Written By Mattheu

June 17, 2022, 9:16 a.m.(11/6/1017 AR)

Watching the children at play along the edges of the creek, a friend suggested that a similar game be made for our friends to join in on at when coming to the expanse. Within the crowds of children, colorful family, and soft bells which I only know to be home. There we watched as Caspian Wild, with BOATIO made by Marquessa Cassiopeia Proscipi get the furthest of all the boats made. We danced and sung around the fires, a horde of children lead by my brother took to the kitchens and escaped with may cookies. A new dialect of Ravashari and Isles hodge-podge syllables and words has been mashed together while my nephews and their new Eswynd friends both refused to speak Avarni and started to communicate in their play.

So many friends with their bells upon small folded silk flowers as our mother used to make, she would hum lightly to me while my brothers and sister were off in their chores and duties when we were younger. I would find myself running along the river, and nothing could stop me if I had one of my mother's silk flowers upon me. Its bells specially chosen for the flower and the people it would be gifted to, a song just for those that are close to us, our truest of friends.

Lord Teague's small boat was a lovely design, and I encourage him in his endeavors to make more to play with in the future. Lady Catalana's soapy wash-boat was amazing to watch as it bubbled under the current. Lady Neve's colorful little boat had many of the children cheering for it for it looked as colorful as the wind. My brother, Chieftain, and Marquis entertained the horde following him with both song, dance, and little boat. Lady Kiera's while found itself in the reeds along with Athaur's was a lovely design and with good company, and graced by Whisper Calandra.

For all that were able to come, thank you. Truly, your friendship to my family means more than I can put into words. Possibly into notes upon my strings, or within soft chimes from a dance.

Written By Mattheu

June 8, 2022, 1:54 p.m.(10/16/1017 AR)

It's a lovely sight when not only your cousin shows up with their bells singing out towards the world, then those who you've gifted bells to also all find themselves gathered in a space for casual conversation about a lovely flower. A feeling of being at home, surrounded by the bells when far from the expanse and Riva. It filled my heart.

Written By Mattheu

June 3, 2022, 2:23 p.m.(10/6/1017 AR)

A small dance with only mismatched bells for music. This is probably the best dance once can ever have. Slow and steady, a wobble from foot to foot upon an open air balcony overlooking the city, and giving a view of beauty and warmth while the air cools itself in passing.

Conversations are light, whispered, chase.
A day of many to be happy to have had chance to share.

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