Written By Delilah
April 24, 2019, 8:58 a.m.(12/23/1010 AR)
Be awareness.
Be aware of deception.
Be wary of assumptions.
Be aware of mysteries.
Be aware of life.
Dream.
Written By Delilah
April 19, 2019, 2:22 p.m.(12/14/1010 AR)
The spring is so far away, it may seem to never come.
Written By Delilah
April 16, 2019, 3:53 p.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
Though I cannot say how grateful I am for Rowenova acting quickly and Messire Ajax following suit.
Written By Delilah
April 16, 2019, 9:12 a.m.(12/7/1010 AR)
It's a beginning and a start to greater plans. The first chapter in long annals that I hope will outlast me, something that shall leave a quiet remark upon the landscape in the years to come. Everything begins like planting an acorn in the ground, a seed in the garden, and nurturing it to fruition. It won't grow overnight, but grow it shall.
That's certainly something to raise a glass to.
Written By Delilah
April 9, 2019, 10:51 a.m.(11/21/1010 AR)
Yet as thoughts go inward, it behooves us to reach out and link with other like or open minds, and speak, Ideas can grow in the harvest season, reaping great rewards.
Written By Delilah
April 4, 2019, 9:31 p.m.(11/12/1010 AR)
The pearly waves are laid;
Each one a new and pristine thing,
Which Mangata made.
Forth from a cauldron ever old,
They swell, forever young;
The softest, dreamy chords
Of the hymn the deep sea sung.
The surge echoes in whispers,
I listen endlessly;
Always, my soul shall resonate
With an aquatic melody.
1010
Written By Delilah
April 1, 2019, 10:39 p.m.(11/6/1010 AR)
But I look up: the stars write.
Unknowing I understand: I too am written, and at this very moment someone spells me out.
Mine is an invocation of starlight and moonfire.
Written By Delilah
March 28, 2019, 4:27 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
These teacups are utterly charming and I cannot help but feel a sense of accomplishment.
Not that work ever ceases to wait. But I have a warm heart to confront it with, and Gild bless all those who make the path a little easier.
Written By Delilah
March 21, 2019, 8:53 a.m.(10/11/1010 AR)
And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.
Written By Delilah
March 16, 2019, 7:09 p.m.(10/2/1010 AR)
Written By Delilah
March 15, 2019, 12:57 p.m.(9/28/1010 AR)
But not until first set by you,
Starlight, a celestial treasure rare,
Seek it, and weave enough for two.
Written By Delilah
March 6, 2019, 8:59 a.m.(9/9/1010 AR)
Perchance, next time I will arrange a few more social activities, though it pleases me to know the Halfshavs came out en masse, and not a small number of Mourning Islanders, too. Hearing the conversations 'round me, while trying to keep events moving swiftly, I am delighted to know there remains a degree of normalcy to society regardless of what hurdles we face or thrilling advances we enjoy.
If this is a sign of things to come, I best make sure I have more prizes for events. In both the Star Hunt and the celestial archery, we ended up having ties. A four-way tie for second place in something I thought might be dramatically one way -- successful -- or the other -- not at all. The teams turned out fantastically, though Sir Jeffeth has rightly earned himself a special category in nearly all my social soirees, which is the "Jeffeth Challenge" or thereabouts. It's on par with Princess Reese or Prince Luca in a martial combat. There are regular targets, and then this one over here meant to be a challenge even for them. Master Harlex falls into that camp as well. Nonetheless, after taking down the silk veils and sweeping up the glitter, rolling up the tapestry mural, and admitting myself bone-tired...
All went well as I could have hoped. I thank everyone who made the opening a memorable one, and the next events are likely to be closer to autumn's end with a mind for building and developing understanding.
Written By Delilah
March 4, 2019, 3:15 p.m.(9/6/1010 AR)
You blazon me with a jeweled rhapsody,
A blazing galaxy
Limns the waning hour. Yet
You set
A light wrapping me in folds
Of antique golds.
Written By Delilah
March 1, 2019, 10:10 a.m.(8/28/1010 AR)
I will not miss a single coin. It goes to something so much greater than I am.
Written By Delilah
Feb. 20, 2019, 9:12 a.m.(8/9/1010 AR)
Good thing my boots are ready to go.
Written By Delilah
Feb. 19, 2019, 9:41 a.m.(8/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evonleigh
Among the blossoms,
The lamplights above winking out
Day's perfume on the air.
I think of maps,
The shape of distant shores
Where we journey is unknown,
Courting a
Mystery, an antidote to standing still.
Beginnings are an exhilarating communion.
We walk these paths,
Tracing one another's steps
In a dance.
I embrace today with open arms
Direction found in
Your golden confidence and light.
The first step from a place
Familiar and unknown,
I will carry your light with me
Today beckons.
Written By Delilah
Feb. 15, 2019, 10:02 a.m.(7/28/1010 AR)
Written By Delilah
Feb. 13, 2019, 7:12 p.m.(7/24/1010 AR)
Her nose remains up, a mild hint of contempt. I have no notion what I did to earn that. Say the wrong thing in company? Neglect her response to reply to another, or contemplate a matter too long while she expected me to be at her beck and call?
Perhaps I shall never know. Some sins remain a mark against us without any proof whatsoever of their cause.
I know of one Oathlands feud that lasted five generations. None after the second recalled the reason even dimly. Blood and silver spent to continue its wrath long after the original parties perished to time. The malaise matters not, only the outcome. Consequences be damned, pay for the cutting remark or the failed act.
She will outlive us all and the descendents in a glittering city will be forced to contend with the ageless glare, discriminating perception turned on all our faults. I feel such sorrow for those short-lived creatures forced to fall beneath this weary judgment. No wonder the burden of ages is poorly settled on human shoulders. We should have learned.
Will it be remonstration for a failure to understand or irritation with my futile comprehension of weighty topics so far beyond my ken, a subject to which I am a mere initiate? Fumbling against the blind shadow weighing me down, I can only attempt to gain insight, scrambling with imperfect gestures and incomplete plans that fall to ashes at my feet when she reveals her utmost dismay for my imperfections.
Lilybelle must have taught her too well how to hold the Dream in disdain, and bend us to her will. And I have no choice but to heed her until I, too, finally leave this apprenticeship and fledge myself in a strange new world rife with talents heretofore unknown.
Abide by the will of the Pearl of Thrax.
Written By Delilah
Feb. 11, 2019, 4:19 p.m.(7/20/1010 AR)
Then a door opened in the forest for me, and led me home by way of a path I had barely known how to take.
Written By Delilah
Feb. 11, 2019, 12:33 a.m.(7/19/1010 AR)
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