Written By Ophelia
Sept. 11, 2016, 11:24 p.m.(7/19/1004 AR)
Dear Diary,
I know that I am so very-very bad at writing to you, but I get very caught up in the little things and I don't have that much time. Alas, I ripped the sole of my favorite pair of boots when scaling a very precarious set of stairs that may or may not of had the qualities of a tree outside of a window at the Velenosan Estate. While that and my twisted ankle mend, and since I am told that I can't run around barefoot, I will write.
Digging your toes into sand is wonderful. Luca and Deva shared this experience with me last night and I felt closer to them for it. Experiences oft color what we do with our futures, but stories can also inspire. I was disappointed that the hostess had to leave after the first story was done (and it was a great story with monsters and swords and killing), but Sir Silas made up for the fact brilliantly with an engaging one to follow about irate rabbits (the bane of bowless warriors), eight foot tall harrowing creatures who became first kills (Lord Zotikos informed me harrowing was a suitable word for ugly) and a vast quantity of angry rats who escaped mostly unharmed into the wilderness (the bane of cooks and scholars).
Princess Deva seemed troubled. If whiskey and drinks didn't immediately go to my head to produce the most cloud-like and distracting mental haze, I would have attended to her more and I need to do just that. Watching her laugh later though was wonderful. Perhaps she needs something to hunt to vent the tension or maybe someone took away her rights to shoot apples off people's heads also. That would make anyone morose. She did have the ingenious and experienced idea, though, that when books are exceptionally tedious (which they usually are), it is best to have someone read to you. I wonder if there's any who could do so while I hunt.
Yours Truly,
Ophelia
I know that I am so very-very bad at writing to you, but I get very caught up in the little things and I don't have that much time. Alas, I ripped the sole of my favorite pair of boots when scaling a very precarious set of stairs that may or may not of had the qualities of a tree outside of a window at the Velenosan Estate. While that and my twisted ankle mend, and since I am told that I can't run around barefoot, I will write.
Digging your toes into sand is wonderful. Luca and Deva shared this experience with me last night and I felt closer to them for it. Experiences oft color what we do with our futures, but stories can also inspire. I was disappointed that the hostess had to leave after the first story was done (and it was a great story with monsters and swords and killing), but Sir Silas made up for the fact brilliantly with an engaging one to follow about irate rabbits (the bane of bowless warriors), eight foot tall harrowing creatures who became first kills (Lord Zotikos informed me harrowing was a suitable word for ugly) and a vast quantity of angry rats who escaped mostly unharmed into the wilderness (the bane of cooks and scholars).
Princess Deva seemed troubled. If whiskey and drinks didn't immediately go to my head to produce the most cloud-like and distracting mental haze, I would have attended to her more and I need to do just that. Watching her laugh later though was wonderful. Perhaps she needs something to hunt to vent the tension or maybe someone took away her rights to shoot apples off people's heads also. That would make anyone morose. She did have the ingenious and experienced idea, though, that when books are exceptionally tedious (which they usually are), it is best to have someone read to you. I wonder if there's any who could do so while I hunt.
Yours Truly,
Ophelia
Written By Ophelia
Aug. 21, 2016, 1:56 a.m.(5/9/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
I am sure there are a hundred good things which Silas does for the grand city of Arx, protecting it and doing the things he does with wood in that shop. But I think the thing he does the very best is ensuring that dead things are dead with intent and determined focus. Not enough people understand what an endearing and necessary quality this is. It speaks volumes about being able to finish a job and get it done thoroughly! Or at least, it ensures that the pulverized snake won't slither ever again, which is probably just as important if you were almost bit by it.
Written By Ophelia
Aug. 21, 2016, 1:52 a.m.(5/9/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Deva
Whenever I think about going to kill things recently, I can't help but want to have Princess Deva by my side. She's a very-very wonderous shot with that bow and I think between the two of us, we could eradicate an entire flock of birds even if they sneakily crept out of their dark and cavernous, feather-flitting nests to prey upon the innocent. She's ever so lovely. I think, if I really-really had to throw my Prince Brother at someone with all my heart, I could throw him at her.
Written By Ophelia
July 17, 2016, 9:31 p.m.(1/19/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
Squee! The whole city of Arx is charmed by Duchess Nadia Nightgold and who can blame them? From her gorgeous attire, to the way her presence lights up a room when she enters, it has even me near swooning from her company. In a very-very real and serious sense though, she's delightful, isn't she? She's quick with conversation, engaging, bounding with energy yet contrastingly demure and ladylike as its called for. She fulfills both the roles of a female's favorite friend and a man's strongest desire. Whatever competitions men may take for her hand are going to be intense and bloody. I can't wait!
Written By Ophelia
July 17, 2016, 1:32 a.m.(1/16/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
Prince Luca (my brother, by the way) is the most capable, entertaining, witty, handsome, and protectively delightful man in all of Arx. And his happiness means... well. Everything to me. There's never been anyone else who has quite cared and looked after my best interests as well as he has, nor indulged my fancies and hobbies without that judgmental scorn that some might possess. While some might say that he hasn't picked up his sword for awhile, it's obviously lost! What is a man to do? Pish. He might need a haircut and every tiny-tiny while a change of clothes, but he has all the makings at his disposal to be nothing but the very finest.
Written By Ophelia
July 17, 2016, 1:20 a.m.(1/16/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Ailith
What Seraph Ailith does not understand is that if I was not so very-very well aware of the Right of Sanctuary, any malignant or malevolent flocking of birds would have ceased long ago by my own capable hands. How could she possibly be so very-very-very, VERY mean to think that I could not know better? She threw fire and brimstone at me with such fervor it's a wonder that it didn't set my silks alight! Now, now, don't get me wrong. I love the Gods and I respect and admire the Faithful to a degree that would almost be unhealthy, if it wasn't definitely healthy. I only wanted to seek an amicable accord that would benefit all. All, except maybe the half dozen malignant or malevolent birds which needed to be put down. This is understandable, isn't it?
Written By Ophelia
July 17, 2016, 1:11 a.m.(1/16/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Gareth
It's almost as if Fate has Prince Gareth sitting at almost every single pew or couch that I'm near, as if it was intended to be so. From the time he valiantly came to my aid in regard to the very-very sober and fearful conundrum ongoing at the Shrine of Mangata (do ask me later) to the Gala of Ascension where he was always an arms length away (except for the times he wasn't), we are becoming swift friends that should never part. While he did not seem to enjoy the shine to the very-lovely-scented wound ointment that I tried to dab upon his face in the Salon, he sees through to the very core of me and inspires my obsessions to new heights! It's wonderful! My very-very fantastic plan is that he will assist me at some point with a menagerie of my own, and I, in turn, will keep his dancing feet from every tripping over a brazier again. Oh. I know he's cold and he likes to glare and he tortures people day in and day out without blinking one of those eyes that make other people shrivel. But to me, he's wonderful and I will hear nothing less.
Written By Ophelia
July 6, 2016, 5:32 p.m.(12/15/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
Oh! Talen is marvelous and ever-so-helpful. If he weren't so refined from his upbringing, I would squish him down into the clay shape of a house guard and request that he follow me around wherever I felt like going to see if he could keep up. He's ever-so-delicate on reminders instead of being brash and lecturing and he glides through social situations as if he was intended for each. He's like an effervescent cloud of... cloudliness... can we just forget that last line?
Written By Ophelia
July 6, 2016, 5:26 p.m.(12/15/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Princess Alarissa seems very proper and ladylike. I'd love to see her positively gush about something rather than being the iconic emblem of reservation, though I think she tries to do otherwise. It might be just the contrasting differences between her and my own Cousins. It isn't that we don't have a lot in common, but sometimes I wondered if what I was saying was heard by her at all. It felt like I had to rephrase over and over again. She's sweet though, as Princesses should be, with just enough dark sprinkles to make you want to strip back the drizzled layers of syrupy refinement and see what's inside.
Written By Ophelia
July 6, 2016, 5:18 p.m.(12/15/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Viviana
Lady-Cousin Viviana is so daring and adventurous. Although some might balk at her choice of clothing with her leathers and silks, I find it inspiring and bold. I missed her Rite to Gloria, but I heard she exhibits such speed in her swordplay that the metal almost seems to blur. At least, I think that's what the poet said. It might've been something that rhymed with that. She seems to have all the logistics of men-catching down to an artform which is so very much beyond me. I'd love to see the one who manages to catch her in turn, but I'm not sure if it's possible.
Written By Ophelia
July 6, 2016, 5:08 p.m.(12/15/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
Princess-Cousin Valencia is ever so-so lovely. Although the bears might've been fearsome and she's yet to understand the thrill involved in a hunt, she's a phenomenal woman when it comes to social graces and charm. She doesn't stray from proper etiquette, but the talk is juicy and engaging, her style sinful without being ribald, and she's been so helpful when it comes to things I wish to know, or do. I wanted to compare her to the best piece of pie in the Compact, since while I'm dictating this, I suddenly want pie, but she's really better than that.
Written By Ophelia
June 30, 2016, 4:21 a.m.(11/23/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Niccolo
Stealing into the library like the stealthiest of huntresses, I prowled up to my Duke-Uncle and he was so overcome with both being impressed and surprised, he declared me his favorite niece on the spot. Okay. I didn't quite prowl, I knocked, and I didn't quite surprise him, I curtsied. It does make for a better story the other way though, doesn't it? Although, he DID proclaim me as his favorite niece and even complimented my newly purchased ribbons as suiting me perfectly, to which I am so delightfully pleased. While it was much to his regret that it would be unlikely to arrange a hunting trip any time soon with situations are they are, he did mention the idea of perhaps joining me in one at a later date. I simply must find a new horse -immediately-.
Written By Ophelia
June 29, 2016, 4:07 p.m.(11/22/1003 AR)
Oh, this is fun. Let's see. How to begin: Dear Diary.
The Velenosa flower gardens are beautiful. I could get lost in them. I almost did, really, for a couple of hours, at least, but then I decided to make the very best use of my time. I set myself to the dedicated task of trying to shoot the bottom flower off each trailing strand and following those I hadn't shot, I expertly navigated through them. I lost several dozen arrows, but I simply have to befriend the grandest fletcher to fill my quiver once more.
Oh, I know I'm supposed to find some very great and important meaning here, but it's all such an adventure. Peeking through the barriers in the Menagerie only reminds one of how many things there are out there and I instantly walked, in a very lady-like fashion, towards the Shrine of Petrichor in hopes of being blessed to blissfully hunt them all down one by one.
And on top of that, my dear brother Luca is here. You've heard of him, right? I missed him terribly. I bet he's let his hair grow out once more. I did buy a brilliant new knife the other day, though I've yet to use it. I wonder if he'll let me cut it? Do people cut hair with knives? In that case, I'm off to buy a brilliant new pair of scissors. Yay.
Yours Truly,
Ophelia
The Velenosa flower gardens are beautiful. I could get lost in them. I almost did, really, for a couple of hours, at least, but then I decided to make the very best use of my time. I set myself to the dedicated task of trying to shoot the bottom flower off each trailing strand and following those I hadn't shot, I expertly navigated through them. I lost several dozen arrows, but I simply have to befriend the grandest fletcher to fill my quiver once more.
Oh, I know I'm supposed to find some very great and important meaning here, but it's all such an adventure. Peeking through the barriers in the Menagerie only reminds one of how many things there are out there and I instantly walked, in a very lady-like fashion, towards the Shrine of Petrichor in hopes of being blessed to blissfully hunt them all down one by one.
And on top of that, my dear brother Luca is here. You've heard of him, right? I missed him terribly. I bet he's let his hair grow out once more. I did buy a brilliant new knife the other day, though I've yet to use it. I wonder if he'll let me cut it? Do people cut hair with knives? In that case, I'm off to buy a brilliant new pair of scissors. Yay.
Yours Truly,
Ophelia
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