Written By Orland
Dec. 20, 2020, 5:43 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Thoughts of a Friend;
I can set aside his leaving me behind in the woods, since he got me back to the villa after I apparently passed out at a recent party.
The drifter who drifts in certain directions is welcome to drift my way again.
I can set aside his leaving me behind in the woods, since he got me back to the villa after I apparently passed out at a recent party.
The drifter who drifts in certain directions is welcome to drift my way again.
Written By Orland
Dec. 5, 2020, 11:56 a.m.(7/6/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Fredrik
Thoughts of a Friend and Student:
Who comes to a tavern and brings work with them? Someone who obviously isn't looking to do work. The conversation we got into about economics has had me thinking on it for days afterward. I can't say I'm as skilled as this man is with his numbers, I barely got through the third test he flung at me, and I'm certain there was more waiting. I think I spent the rest of the afternoon, quite puzzled about it all. I need more of his time, if he's willing, to consider me a friend and student both.
Is it terrible that I'm learning to smile more.
Who comes to a tavern and brings work with them? Someone who obviously isn't looking to do work. The conversation we got into about economics has had me thinking on it for days afterward. I can't say I'm as skilled as this man is with his numbers, I barely got through the third test he flung at me, and I'm certain there was more waiting. I think I spent the rest of the afternoon, quite puzzled about it all. I need more of his time, if he's willing, to consider me a friend and student both.
Is it terrible that I'm learning to smile more.
Written By Orland
Dec. 1, 2020, 2:15 a.m.(6/25/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Lasha
Thoughts of a Friend, Patron, and ....
A sudden clash found us at odds. But then, we're not, not now. It took long conversations to devise a way to get around the unfortunate first impressions. We talked. Of family. I was abandoned in a different way than he, but my life, could have been his, and his could have been mine. The way we are is how we were spat out by the Wheel. Still, I will never know what it is to have experiences of a mother or father, so I can't relate to many stories he's told. Not understanding that I can't understand, has lead to some interesting nights.
Truthfully, he reminded me I abandoned the other type of family as much as I was abandoned, myself. It was hard to accept, harder to hear, but upon running into Culler's who didn't like my silks (but what do they know of fashion), it was easier to accept what I did and then I understood. I made decisions, for me. I got myself where I am. I made the Choices. What of those that abandoned me? Where they forced to make Choices, for their own survival? Would they be out there wondering what had befallen me?
No, I tell myself, that is a fantasy.
Lasha allowed me to live it for a few moments in that fantasy, before the haze wore off and I made him my protege.
A sudden clash found us at odds. But then, we're not, not now. It took long conversations to devise a way to get around the unfortunate first impressions. We talked. Of family. I was abandoned in a different way than he, but my life, could have been his, and his could have been mine. The way we are is how we were spat out by the Wheel. Still, I will never know what it is to have experiences of a mother or father, so I can't relate to many stories he's told. Not understanding that I can't understand, has lead to some interesting nights.
Truthfully, he reminded me I abandoned the other type of family as much as I was abandoned, myself. It was hard to accept, harder to hear, but upon running into Culler's who didn't like my silks (but what do they know of fashion), it was easier to accept what I did and then I understood. I made decisions, for me. I got myself where I am. I made the Choices. What of those that abandoned me? Where they forced to make Choices, for their own survival? Would they be out there wondering what had befallen me?
No, I tell myself, that is a fantasy.
Lasha allowed me to live it for a few moments in that fantasy, before the haze wore off and I made him my protege.
Written By Orland
Dec. 1, 2020, 1:54 a.m.(6/25/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Calla
Thoughts of a Friend:
She came to me first, at a birthday party. That was the choice she made, to approach me, introduce herself, but when the party was over, she made efforts to continue. Efforts that I will appreciate. Efforts that did not mirror in others. It was a kindness, that I later learned, which was mutual. We both understand the position of the other is in and find it easy to share conversation, evasive as she is with her answers. Though I can't blame her for that. I have stumbled and made a snap decision early on, but, she didn't hold that against me. I am relieved. I feel a little bit more like myself around her too, after the card games. I find I'm a lot less than what I'm to be and more of who I was, still, an odd combination of both. It is a comfort to know, that there can be things such a friends. I have another to thank for opening me up to that realm of possibility.
But I still wonder, can people, exist, without an agenda? Is it in our nature to have a relationship without their desires guiding them...
Desire...
A strong word.
She came to me first, at a birthday party. That was the choice she made, to approach me, introduce herself, but when the party was over, she made efforts to continue. Efforts that I will appreciate. Efforts that did not mirror in others. It was a kindness, that I later learned, which was mutual. We both understand the position of the other is in and find it easy to share conversation, evasive as she is with her answers. Though I can't blame her for that. I have stumbled and made a snap decision early on, but, she didn't hold that against me. I am relieved. I feel a little bit more like myself around her too, after the card games. I find I'm a lot less than what I'm to be and more of who I was, still, an odd combination of both. It is a comfort to know, that there can be things such a friends. I have another to thank for opening me up to that realm of possibility.
But I still wonder, can people, exist, without an agenda? Is it in our nature to have a relationship without their desires guiding them...
Desire...
A strong word.
Written By Orland
Nov. 19, 2020, 11:04 a.m.(6/1/1014 AR)
Thoughts of a student:
The concept of the Wheel is an interesting one. The announcements of a great person passing was in turn spoken with, reverence about him returning to the Wheel. While our physical forms may die a thousand different ways, the concept seems to express that something not physical about us, returns to this Wheel. What is the Wheel? Why does something non-physical about us, return to this Wheel? What is the purpose of returning to the Wheel? Does that mean, some part of us, never dies? How does this non-physical part of ourselves get off the Wheel? And what happens if the Wheel stops turning? Is that possible. What if the Wheel is broken? Is the Wheel then our enslaver? Does going back to the Wheel mean we can never truly die, forced to come back time and time again? Is that not a cruelty? Does that not take away our Choice? Or do we Choose to come off the Wheel? Then if the Wheel exists, then Elysia and the Abyss do not?
A mentor might be needed.
The concept of the Wheel is an interesting one. The announcements of a great person passing was in turn spoken with, reverence about him returning to the Wheel. While our physical forms may die a thousand different ways, the concept seems to express that something not physical about us, returns to this Wheel. What is the Wheel? Why does something non-physical about us, return to this Wheel? What is the purpose of returning to the Wheel? Does that mean, some part of us, never dies? How does this non-physical part of ourselves get off the Wheel? And what happens if the Wheel stops turning? Is that possible. What if the Wheel is broken? Is the Wheel then our enslaver? Does going back to the Wheel mean we can never truly die, forced to come back time and time again? Is that not a cruelty? Does that not take away our Choice? Or do we Choose to come off the Wheel? Then if the Wheel exists, then Elysia and the Abyss do not?
A mentor might be needed.
Written By Orland
Nov. 17, 2020, 2:43 p.m.(5/26/1014 AR)
Thoughts of a student:
There are contingency plans in place in our society, that when a great person falls, another person is eager to fill their boots, and leads. It might be a shock, the change, but change is constant. Besides, there are titles that pass generations for no other reason than blood ties or wars. So why fear? Why get angry? Why? There will always be someone leading the rest. There will always be someone with a greater agenda. There will always be someone contesting that agenda.
Losing a crown, losing power, losing a life? Someone else will always come after these great changes. The world will always shift and change and fold. The only thing to fear would be, not sewing the right seed to grow after yours is withered and dried. Maybe that's the difference. Tyranny and peace, from the histories I've read this week, are in a constant cycle.
If people stopped trying, if they stopped doing whatever it is they do to obtain power, money, wealth, fame, glory, health, survival, legacy... I wonder what the world would be like then. I can't seem to find a time in history, not that I've looked all that hard yet, when all great things stopped. Where all breath held. Where no one did anything. No man nor beast moved.
Would that be Elysia?
There are contingency plans in place in our society, that when a great person falls, another person is eager to fill their boots, and leads. It might be a shock, the change, but change is constant. Besides, there are titles that pass generations for no other reason than blood ties or wars. So why fear? Why get angry? Why? There will always be someone leading the rest. There will always be someone with a greater agenda. There will always be someone contesting that agenda.
Losing a crown, losing power, losing a life? Someone else will always come after these great changes. The world will always shift and change and fold. The only thing to fear would be, not sewing the right seed to grow after yours is withered and dried. Maybe that's the difference. Tyranny and peace, from the histories I've read this week, are in a constant cycle.
If people stopped trying, if they stopped doing whatever it is they do to obtain power, money, wealth, fame, glory, health, survival, legacy... I wonder what the world would be like then. I can't seem to find a time in history, not that I've looked all that hard yet, when all great things stopped. Where all breath held. Where no one did anything. No man nor beast moved.
Would that be Elysia?
Written By Orland
Nov. 10, 2020, 3:53 p.m.(5/12/1014 AR)
I had the opportunity to attend Princess Graziella's birthday party. I came away with a fancy prize, one that will sit on my table as a center piece. Her party was amusing to say the least and lasted to the sun came up. I think I'll have Nostalgic dreams for at least the better part of the new day.
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