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Written By Svana

Sept. 19, 2020, 11:44 p.m.(1/20/1014 AR)

I have fallen quite tired lately, learning how to leave my own mark on the things I make. I do not mean a 'maker's mark' in the traditional sense, such as initials sewn into a garment, but your own personal style that leaves a certain impression on the garments you create. I try to keep my clients' style in mind when I am working on commissions, but there is something of me in every little thing I create. This last time it was pewter daisy buttons. Perhaps my client is cursing me for making them button down boots rather than lace up boots, but I would like to think that fashion needs to have its unique flare now and again.

Business is good, and that makes me happy. But getting to have lovely talks over tea with people such as Lady Adalyn Clement and Seren Walker make me especially elated, particularly in winter when good company is assuredly something to be treasured. I am sometimes forced indoors by work or feeling a bit weak as of late, so I must take these opportunities when I can get them. Thank you for sitting with me. You are both a delight.

Written By Svana

Sept. 13, 2020, 11:12 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)

The babies and I have been watching the snow from the windows. I think they're still too young to take out and properly 'play' in it since they've just learned to crawl, but they do seem transfixed. Watching wonderment on their little faces is such a joy. Plus now I get to sew them cute little warm jumpers!

Written By Svana

Sept. 12, 2020, 10:50 a.m.(1/5/1014 AR)

Winter is the best time to cuddle up with your loved ones and drink spiced cider, tell stories by the fire, stay in and read books...

...or if you're like me, go outside and hold your tongue out, let snowflakes settle on it, make snow angels, have snowball fights.

There are many reasons to enjoy the winter. I'm sure that it helps I'm from the Bonespire, but pish posh I say. How do you all enjoy such oppressive heat?

Written By Svana

Sept. 10, 2020, 11:56 p.m.(1/3/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Jules

Goodbye.

Written By Svana

Sept. 9, 2020, 8:31 p.m.(12/28/1013 AR)

I wrote something in the Whites that was written out of anger and hurt, and for that I apologize.

Sometimes I let my emotions overtake me. I know that there are people who would regard this as a weakness. It is not about controlling emotions so much as it is about controlling one's words. My own issue is that I tend to keep things inside. Things that should be spoken to ears which should only hear them sometimes are the last to do just that, and it's my own stubborness which allows this to happen. It is something to work on in the future.

It is a night I wish I were home in the Bonespire again, watching the snowfall while I drink spiced mead and try to figure out what is in the stars for me. My heart aches for the Bonespire more and more. I wish to take the babes but they are still so little, and only used to our weather. I wonder how much of me runs in their bones.

Written By Svana

Sept. 8, 2020, 9:32 a.m.(12/25/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Anisha

I see, some people are to be celebrated on their own page while others have to share. Someday I shall be celebrated on my own page in someone's journal.

Written By Svana

Sept. 2, 2020, 6:10 p.m.(12/14/1013 AR)

I'm not sure other people see in me. At least not compared to the other people they've surrounded themselves with in the past, or even in the present. I shouldn't compare myself to others. This much I know, and I've been told so many times. But it's hard to live in the shadow of such talented, beautiful people - especially in matters of the heart.

Such is life.

Written By Svana

Aug. 31, 2020, 11:39 p.m.(12/10/1013 AR)

I love when I get paid from commissions.

I hate when I spend it all the same day on things I think I need. But I did get a new gown. It's ravishing! Thanks, Alexio, Alrigo, and all the rest of the Donattis!

Written By Svana

Aug. 30, 2020, 7:09 p.m.(12/8/1013 AR)

I stayed up all night sewing a lovely honeysilk gown. No matter what color you dye it, the thread in the fabric really does shimmer! I got to use beautiful mink fur to line the bottom of the gown. One of these days I'm going to have to get some sewing down for the shop, but sometimes I find that far less fun than creating just whatever I want to and dressing my models in it.

I slept in and then hauled the babies off for a walk. All was a peaceful, lovely day up until the City started to shake. Asher and I managed to get the little ones calm but my stomach took a good while before it calmed. We never had such events in the Bonespire. I hope this is the last one.

Written By Svana

Aug. 29, 2020, 2:41 p.m.(12/6/1013 AR)

I bought some honeysilk for Anisha - well, to dress Anisha in - at the market. God, I can't stop running my fingers over it! It is just so... lux. I really hope that Asher has some money saved, we're going to be broke soon between the new damask and the duskweave too. Plus I want to get my hands on some other things...

Patience, Svana, patience. I can only remind myself so many times.

Written By Svana

Aug. 28, 2020, 10:45 p.m.(12/4/1013 AR)

My children are teething and crawling. Gods, spirits, Reflections - what have you - help me.

Just as Asher and I have decided to expand the family.

Written By Svana

Aug. 25, 2020, 4:10 p.m.(11/26/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Asher

I am so excited right now I could burst! I will wait to do that, however. Asher always knows how to make me a happy girl. I'm always glad he took a chance on a younger woman without much experience who was in a not great situation. Thank you for taking a chance on me. Thank you for continuing to make me the happiest girl in the City.

Written By Svana

Aug. 22, 2020, 9:49 a.m.(11/19/1013 AR)

This is an unfortunately delayed journal entry due to my two little monsters having rashes and starting to grow teeth. Teeth! They are hungry now for barley and milk. A bit before bed seems to help them through the night with the teething pain.

My open house at The Silver Lining was what I would personally consider a huge success. I never once imagined that so many people would show up. I met so many new people who were interested in what I do. I especially appreciated getting to know Baroness Margerie and Lord Kastelon. Thank you to all of you who showed up for the event, and those who have purchased from me in the past - whether it was from the shop or personally. I do so appreciate each and every one of you.

Written By Svana

Aug. 14, 2020, 10:37 p.m.(11/4/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Jules

I don't think he will ever stop being my own personal demon, no matter how many things of his I burn or give away.

Written By Svana

Aug. 14, 2020, 5:03 p.m.(11/4/1013 AR)

I cannot compete with a good deal of people in the Compact. Even people who I've only heard stories about.

Great fighters who move like waterfalls when they strike.

Those who have special relationships with their Gods and Goddesses, who are blessed.

Nobility who could be heir to anything. Princesses with riches and armies at their disposal.

People with talents beyond measure.

Princesses with ribbons wrapped them going into legendary combat.

Scholars brilliant beyond their time.

I am none of those people. I am a daughter of the Bonespire, take it or leave it. Somedays I am barely a seamstress, leatherworker, or even a mother, it feels.

Written By Svana

Aug. 12, 2020, 10:24 p.m.(10/28/1013 AR)

Another argument today and one I did regret deeply. I hope I did not scare away a new friend... or leave lasting damage upon someone I love dearly.

Why am I like this? Is it in my nature to be argumentative, stubborn? Do I pressure people too much for things they can't give me?

I can't run away this time.

Written By Svana

Aug. 10, 2020, 7:39 a.m.(10/23/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Apollo

I'm glad to know that I make my most trusted confidantes proud. Apollo - if you're reading this - I love you. Thank you for letting me make you proud. Thank you for giving a girl who wanted a pair of boots a job. Thank you for everything.

One day, your heart shall burst from pride as to what I will do in the Dream awake, asleep, and in the worlds in between.

Written By Svana

Aug. 7, 2020, 3:31 p.m.(10/18/1013 AR)

Today I have started down a path that will be hard, but rewarding. I want to thank someone for putting my mind at ease (you know who you are) and talking me through what I've been experiencing. I could not do it without you. But I will have to at some point. I have so many things to learn and to prepare for, but I have never been so sure about anything. I do mean anything.

Written By Svana

Aug. 6, 2020, 10:35 p.m.(10/16/1013 AR)

I am less concerned with the things that ate my husband and the things that might want to eat me now, if what I think might be happening is happening with me.

I am also more confused than I was before. Go figure...

Written By Svana

Aug. 5, 2020, 8:27 p.m.(10/14/1013 AR)

If it wasn't for my children, sometimes I would feel so lonely. I don't want to be one of those smothers, y'know. The kinds of mothers that make sure their kids can't breath or eat or fart or anything without their express approval first or tucking a hanky into their tunic. Rowan is a bit of a mama's boy, but Elanne is feisty; she's quick to push me away when she's had enough, and then we make a game out of it which makes her laugh the most impish laugh to come out of a fat baby. It's wonderful.

People always ask why I do so many different kinds of crafting. To be honest, if I don't keep busy, my mind wanders. Mostly to places that it shouldn't. People talk about reflecting and opening your heart to reflections, but sometimes reflecting becomes ruminating.

With the recent howling of certain creatures in the city, my wind wanders tenaciously. We are still living at Asher's apartment in Stormwall's Haven, and I am frankly glad I was not home at the state in the Upper Burroughs when The Unkindness was... attacked? Set upon? I don't know anymore.

My nightmares only get worse. When I am awake, my mind goes to the darkest corners it has reached but not that it will reach. I feel eyes that aren't there watching me, and I feel an encroaching sense of doom with every moment that passes.

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