Written By Willow
May 30, 2019, 7:47 a.m.(3/11/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Cahal
smiling giant
your heart and humor...
they shake me
I even forget
sometimes
to nurse the scars
I've borne since first love lost
yours is a warmth
I could luxuriate in
all the days of my life
Gods help me.
your heart and humor...
they shake me
I even forget
sometimes
to nurse the scars
I've borne since first love lost
yours is a warmth
I could luxuriate in
all the days of my life
Gods help me.
Written By Willow
May 30, 2019, 7:44 a.m.(3/11/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Azolla
I can't believe my favorite neice is dead. Before I ever got to see her perform for anyone outside the family.
Written By Willow
May 24, 2019, 2 a.m.(2/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
You are light and joy and victory
Determined and beautiful.
My soul soars when we are together,
You make me feel safe and loved.
I have never known anyone like you.
The blush of valor, shining hope.
You have been hurt so badly by those closest,
They are blinded to your radiance, undeserving of it.
I wish I could make you feel whole,
Take the sting from the scars
That the slings and arrows of life
Have left upon your heart.
You are a thundering of hooves
Shining knight on a white horse,
Unafraid to display your femininity
And yet the strongest person i know.
Determined and beautiful.
My soul soars when we are together,
You make me feel safe and loved.
I have never known anyone like you.
The blush of valor, shining hope.
You have been hurt so badly by those closest,
They are blinded to your radiance, undeserving of it.
I wish I could make you feel whole,
Take the sting from the scars
That the slings and arrows of life
Have left upon your heart.
You are a thundering of hooves
Shining knight on a white horse,
Unafraid to display your femininity
And yet the strongest person i know.
Written By Willow
May 24, 2019, 1:52 a.m.(2/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Azolla
So happy that my favorite neice is getting married. I hope the union is a joyful and prosperous one.
Written By Willow
May 24, 2019, 1:51 a.m.(2/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Cahal
I really want to get to know you better. I am so glad we met.
Written By Willow
May 18, 2019, 3:31 p.m.(2/16/1011 AR)
Go figure an elf visits the Spirits and I am not there to see it. i hope next time I am there. I have always wanted to meet an elf.
Written By Willow
May 18, 2019, 2:33 a.m.(2/15/1011 AR)
Some rare introspection set me to realize that, though there have been rare exceptions, the more I care about someone, the less likely I am to want to take them to bed. I think this spawns from my typically wanting to be pretty selfish about getting what I like and want, and feeling less into it when I am distracted by trying to please the other party. Things just happened and were wonderful, with the first man I was betrothed to.
I was to marry a prodigal war chief who was going to bring his people in as a march, until his brother's objection and their competing for leading resulted in the man being shot dead at my feet. He was old enough to be my father, with eyes like a winter storm, and stood six and a half feet tall. I don't know that I will ever be able to find such simple and complete love again as I grew to feel for that man on getting to know him.
Flirting is fun, even some fooling around, but so rarely do they overlap with genuinely caring. And when they have been, the situation has always been impossible. Part of me is glad for the fact that I have managed to make myself useful enough to my family that the likelihood of my being /allowed/ to marry out is less.
Though I do suppose marrying in general is problematic for me. So many of those available are teenaged and/or still think of marriage in terms of love rather than fidelity and the partnership that is created. I am not missing love or romance, of those I have excess, even if they do not often overlap. But I do envy those who have a life partner to work with toward mutual ends. It would be so lovely to have that.
I was to marry a prodigal war chief who was going to bring his people in as a march, until his brother's objection and their competing for leading resulted in the man being shot dead at my feet. He was old enough to be my father, with eyes like a winter storm, and stood six and a half feet tall. I don't know that I will ever be able to find such simple and complete love again as I grew to feel for that man on getting to know him.
Flirting is fun, even some fooling around, but so rarely do they overlap with genuinely caring. And when they have been, the situation has always been impossible. Part of me is glad for the fact that I have managed to make myself useful enough to my family that the likelihood of my being /allowed/ to marry out is less.
Though I do suppose marrying in general is problematic for me. So many of those available are teenaged and/or still think of marriage in terms of love rather than fidelity and the partnership that is created. I am not missing love or romance, of those I have excess, even if they do not often overlap. But I do envy those who have a life partner to work with toward mutual ends. It would be so lovely to have that.
Written By Willow
May 17, 2019, 12:19 a.m.(2/13/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
Congratulations on your contract old friend. We shall have to get together to talk silks again sometime, you truly are my most valued ally when discussing the details and philosophies of fashion and the merits of one silk or cut versus another.
Written By Willow
May 16, 2019, 4:28 p.m.(2/12/1011 AR)
I sometimes wonder if people aren't supercharging AntiVellichor with much unnecessary power by being as secretive as they are. In truth that is part of why I favor blunt openness in my dealings and feelings, even if they are things others have distaste for. I will gladly not share the secrets of others because they aren't mine to share, but I prefer not to keep any of my own.
Written By Willow
May 15, 2019, 2:01 a.m.(2/9/1011 AR)
I touched base with someone I haven't spoken to or spent time with in earnest in months the other night.
Fate and nature have odd quirks of humor in the ways they toy with my recognition of patterns. Perhaps it is because I am a shaman that I am so conscious of the way smaller things too are Reflected and not just the gods. Perhaps it is my penchant to find a place between the dark and light reflections that brings so many to the fore of my notice.
A light horse. A dark horse. A team that exists in opposition and reflections as much as reality. And yet still, I find myself garbed in awe like robes to surround me.
Fate and nature have odd quirks of humor in the ways they toy with my recognition of patterns. Perhaps it is because I am a shaman that I am so conscious of the way smaller things too are Reflected and not just the gods. Perhaps it is my penchant to find a place between the dark and light reflections that brings so many to the fore of my notice.
A light horse. A dark horse. A team that exists in opposition and reflections as much as reality. And yet still, I find myself garbed in awe like robes to surround me.
Written By Willow
May 12, 2019, 11:28 p.m.(2/5/1011 AR)
Winter has been a relatively quiet time for me. I needed that.
Written By Willow
May 12, 2019, 11:27 p.m.(2/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Tescelina
Every time I see a new product of Lady Tescelina's mind, I wish I knew her better. She fascinates me endlessly.
Written By Willow
May 8, 2019, 9:14 a.m.(1/23/1011 AR)
The winter is truly my favorite time of year.
But not in the city.
In the city, the sea of aeterna coating the mundane world that is such a sight from the mountains is ground to dirty slush and black ice under foot traffic. The silence that blankets the perfect purity of the endless peaks is... Noise. The colde dampens the sound, but the perfect silence is nowhere to be found. Even the cold isn't as cold. See, the buildings and people trap the heat, dampen the winds.
Thank the Gods for the cliff face above the beaches. Now that is a beautiful sight when newly fallen powder clings like lichen to the endless ridges and divots in the stone. Each little gust and breath of wind stirs puffs of flakes like the fuzz from a dandelion.
But not in the city.
In the city, the sea of aeterna coating the mundane world that is such a sight from the mountains is ground to dirty slush and black ice under foot traffic. The silence that blankets the perfect purity of the endless peaks is... Noise. The colde dampens the sound, but the perfect silence is nowhere to be found. Even the cold isn't as cold. See, the buildings and people trap the heat, dampen the winds.
Thank the Gods for the cliff face above the beaches. Now that is a beautiful sight when newly fallen powder clings like lichen to the endless ridges and divots in the stone. Each little gust and breath of wind stirs puffs of flakes like the fuzz from a dandelion.
Written By Willow
May 5, 2019, 11:19 p.m.(1/18/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Sorrel
Marquessa Pudding is the best dog in the Compact and I adore her. I bet she looked so cute all covered in snow and crumbs.
Written By Willow
May 3, 2019, 11:52 p.m.(1/15/1011 AR)
I miss my grandmother of late. The Archlector of Petrichor reminds me of her in many ways. Such a strong backbone and such sharp humor. It is worthy of much admiration.
Written By Willow
May 3, 2019, 2:01 a.m.(1/13/1011 AR)
The promise of a new year is so often clad in white because existence itself is bidding us to remember that this year is new, and to wipe the slate clean in seeking to live it.
Written By Willow
April 28, 2019, 9:48 a.m.(1/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Talwyn
Sad to have missed out on Tor's fall festival, but lucky enough to meet Talwyn Valardin after. Meeting him involved an impromptu song and dance. Well met, my Prince. Well met.
Written By Willow
April 27, 2019, 2:50 p.m.(1/2/1011 AR)
Goals for this year:
Increase the duchy's income.
Increase serf pay.
Uncover seven previously unknown pieces of druidic lore.
Meet 100 new people.
Make 20 new friends.
Own a piece of dragonweep.
Increase the duchy's income.
Increase serf pay.
Uncover seven previously unknown pieces of druidic lore.
Meet 100 new people.
Make 20 new friends.
Own a piece of dragonweep.
Written By Willow
April 27, 2019, 2:48 p.m.(1/2/1011 AR)
My favorite time of year is only two and a half months off. The tail end of Winter before the first snowdrops blossom. When the world is a landscape of glittering white, but the cold has broken, and the promise of warmth is in the breeze.
Written By Willow
April 23, 2019, 4:45 a.m.(12/21/1010 AR)
I think I have found my life's purpose, or at least, the purpose of this portion of my life.
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