Written By Elloise
July 21, 2018, 10:03 p.m.(3/27/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Edward
So, on the twelfth day of being married, I've learned a few new life lessons. The first one is:
* Make your house a home. We're turning the place into a home now, although the excessive maritime-themed decor is so wonderfully strange that I've no urge to move any of it. Including the taxidermy fish specimens behind the bar. They're garishly painted and need new glass eyes. It's more than just a space that the two of us are just passing through. This means that I shouldn't drop my boots in the middle of the path that Edward walks while on the way toward the hearth. I've only done it the twice. Stopped after the second time because I tripped over it and knocked over a fuckton of rum. That also means that I need to consider better fire-safety precautions when I'm working alchemy because the rum ignited off a stray spark from the brazier. (The eyelashes on my right eye are are a little shorter now. It's unfortunate, but now it matches the right side eyebrow.)
* Make your house a home. We're turning the place into a home now, although the excessive maritime-themed decor is so wonderfully strange that I've no urge to move any of it. Including the taxidermy fish specimens behind the bar. They're garishly painted and need new glass eyes. It's more than just a space that the two of us are just passing through. This means that I shouldn't drop my boots in the middle of the path that Edward walks while on the way toward the hearth. I've only done it the twice. Stopped after the second time because I tripped over it and knocked over a fuckton of rum. That also means that I need to consider better fire-safety precautions when I'm working alchemy because the rum ignited off a stray spark from the brazier. (The eyelashes on my right eye are are a little shorter now. It's unfortunate, but now it matches the right side eyebrow.)
Written By Elloise
July 18, 2018, 5:14 p.m.(3/19/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Edward
Today was an interesting day in my third day of being married. Of being married and being a Baroness (I guess.) Of being married, and being a Baroness, and being with someone who I know. Just someone that I don't know WELL. Not yet. We're compatible. However, compatibility is not similarity. Too much sameness would make me YAWN because it would be so boring. It's also about learning how to deal with those differences. So, today, I did that. I needed to stress how important it was for me to be one of Death's Harlequins. So I put a copy of the doctrine on Edward's head when he woke up this morning. And - I left a copy next to the rum. And his boots. He'll keep finding them for _weeks_.
Also - I tied jester's bells to his bells with ribbon.
Jingle, jingle.
Also - I tied jester's bells to his bells with ribbon.
Jingle, jingle.
Written By Elloise
July 17, 2018, 11:03 a.m.(3/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Edward
A new name; the same old me. You're stuck now. Sorry, Cheese.
Written By Elloise
July 12, 2018, 10:24 p.m.(3/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Edward
OTTERS, okay?!
Written By Elloise
July 12, 2018, 1:03 p.m.(3/6/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Godric
The Scholar notes that Lady Elloise Leary said: "Write down and say that I will -- that'll be funny. Oh, no, Scholar. You can't write down the whole joke or it doesn't count!"
Written By Elloise
July 12, 2018, 12:25 p.m.(3/6/1009 AR)
The last time I wrote something this long was when I presented my treatise "Not My Fault: A Litany of Reasons Why Elloise Leary Should Be Allowed to Use Fire in her Experimentation" to Mom and Dad after I -- er, blew up that thing. How was I supposed to know that the distillation of that rock was going to go up unless I tried it first. Not my fault. The treatise is affectionately called, "Who Needs Eyebrows?"
Written By Elloise
July 11, 2018, 1:45 p.m.(3/5/1009 AR)
Are you SURE you got that Scholar? Scholar...? Oh. Sorry.
Written By Elloise
July 11, 2018, 1:27 p.m.(3/5/1009 AR)
Social politics of the peerage and that 'nobility obliges' thing are just SO weird, aren't they? The system's all composed of both social elements AND political elements and all those interactions between them get so sticky. It's like when you add the white stuff to sour wine and it all sort of fizzes up in your face. It makes a HUGE mess (and it's pretty fun.) I feel like asking where does governance come from or on what do we base governance on? Even if I'm pretty sure that our systems sit on top of our social systems. Like layers in rocks. Maybe, also like rocks - if you throw them into a body of still water there's gonna be ripples. WHEW.
Written By Elloise
July 3, 2018, 1:24 p.m.(2/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Fairen
Oh, NO, cousin Fairen. I was making a list of tools that I needed for a properly stocked work-bench, I think. (Maybe.)
Written By Elloise
July 3, 2018, 1:23 p.m.(2/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Godric
Do you have a cold, Inquisitor Godric? Oh no, this is the WORST time of year for illnesses. The probability of getting so sickly and DYING -- wait, let me figure that out -- yes, yes. Very likely. Medium confidence that it's greater than nine in ten. (Is that right? I've been studying!) Or, or did you get something in your eyes? A splinter. That would be even WORSE.
Written By Elloise
July 2, 2018, 10:42 p.m.(2/15/1009 AR)
I know that I should - that I should write something terribly meaningful in my journal that will last years and be read by curious Scholars long after I've been returned to the Wheel and had a second (or third, or more - who knows? I need to buy those books because I'm a Harlequin now and I should know these things. Anyway.) But I don't know if I feel like writing down all of the things in my head because there's a lot. A lot - lot. No, I should. So I will!
* Cutters
* Files
* Mallets
* Pin Vices & Joint Tools
* Pliers
* Clamps
* Bench saws & Blades
* Scissors & Shears
* Scrapers & Burnishers
* Triblets & Ring Mandrels
* Vices
* Cutters
* Files
* Mallets
* Pin Vices & Joint Tools
* Pliers
* Clamps
* Bench saws & Blades
* Scissors & Shears
* Scrapers & Burnishers
* Triblets & Ring Mandrels
* Vices
Written By Elloise
June 29, 2018, 10:37 p.m.(2/9/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
Nirav doesn't talk too much. But he came by with a note - yes, he keeps an eye out for Journals that mention pockets for REASONS, okay? So don't worry, not all is woe-gotten. Pockets will be in route very soon. VERY SOON.
Written By Elloise
June 29, 2018, 10:07 p.m.(2/9/1009 AR)
I didn't know that someone could be so beautiful that it would hurt to look at them. It did. She was like a statue, with the night-sky in her hair (or her eyes -- I was too nervous to look) but there was little bird. I drew it. It sang and clicked and fluttered and ticked. It was even more beautiful than the lady, but it didn't hurt to look at. I wasn't nervous. I drew it. I think -- I think I know how to fix my Ferdinand now. He won't be the same. But, maybe I can learn.
Written By Elloise
June 29, 2018, 10:04 p.m.(2/9/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Oliver
To the super-smart tailor that made Dresses With Pockets -- thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank. You. Once I figure out a thing to make to properly show how happy I am, my thankfulness will need to do.
Written By Elloise
June 17, 2018, 4:17 p.m.(1/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Duarte
...huh. I don't get it. Bedside manner is a doctor's attitude toward a patient. So. Could someone explain the joke?
Written By Elloise
June 17, 2018, 4:08 p.m.(1/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Godric
I've heard that Inquisitor Godric doesn't have a very good bedside manner. I don't know if it really matters when you're examining remains, do you?
Written By Elloise
June 17, 2018, 3:42 p.m.(1/12/1009 AR)
1/12/1009
Dear Mom,
Again, you'll probably won't get _this_ letter. Just another version of it. The safer version. Really, I can't apologize enough for it, but it's really much better than telling you EVERYTHING in great detail and having you break out in hives because of it. Or complaining about how many white hairs we've given you. Or one of the many other assorted maladies that are caused when you worry. Like fainting. (I'm still sorry about that, by the way. I didn't think that the blue dye was terrible. It was better than no eyebrows - right? Right?) Wait. Let me do the ending part of my letter first so that when I do tell you what's I've been doing, you won't mind so much. --So, I hope you are well and I hope that you give Dad my love. If you've heard from Diego, please, tell him to write soon. Love, Elly.
There. Now, I can tell you the rest. Let's see. Recently, I joined the Harlequins - why? Well, you know why, Mom. I think it's going to be beneficial to be a Disciple if I am going to continue to pursue my interests in - you know - understanding Death. Understanding the process without learning about the religious component is like tea without cream. It's important. She's important. So, I asked to join, and I was accepted. (I think my puns helped. I urn-ed it. See what I did, right there?) Because of that, of the time commitment, I left my position in the Scholars as an associated teacher. (PLEASE, don't tell Dad yet - please.) But I'm going to try to get into the Physician's Guild (okay, now tell Dad) very soon because it will tie into my work and studies.
NO, it hasn't been all about work and study. There's been some SECRET experiments I'm working on. And I'm RESEARCHING. There's Ferdinand that I'm almost finished with. (SO many fiddly parts) and I went out. To a party with Cady. I didn't dance, so, that means that toes are safe. And vases. And noses. Oh, and potted plants. (I REALLY didn't think that my wooden floor polish was going to work as great as it did. Sorry for bringing that back up.) It was very beautiful and we saw the inside of the Whisper House (woooow, so much ballroom) and we ate and drank. Oh. When you can, Mom, can you send a gown for Arcadia? She needs one for parties. Maybe something that matches this really neat sash she won for fire-waaa-- no. Nevermind. I'll let her tell that story.
Still There's more. I'll tell you that in the safe letter, okay? I could really use some advice.
Love always,
Elly
Dear Mom,
Again, you'll probably won't get _this_ letter. Just another version of it. The safer version. Really, I can't apologize enough for it, but it's really much better than telling you EVERYTHING in great detail and having you break out in hives because of it. Or complaining about how many white hairs we've given you. Or one of the many other assorted maladies that are caused when you worry. Like fainting. (I'm still sorry about that, by the way. I didn't think that the blue dye was terrible. It was better than no eyebrows - right? Right?) Wait. Let me do the ending part of my letter first so that when I do tell you what's I've been doing, you won't mind so much. --So, I hope you are well and I hope that you give Dad my love. If you've heard from Diego, please, tell him to write soon. Love, Elly.
There. Now, I can tell you the rest. Let's see. Recently, I joined the Harlequins - why? Well, you know why, Mom. I think it's going to be beneficial to be a Disciple if I am going to continue to pursue my interests in - you know - understanding Death. Understanding the process without learning about the religious component is like tea without cream. It's important. She's important. So, I asked to join, and I was accepted. (I think my puns helped. I urn-ed it. See what I did, right there?) Because of that, of the time commitment, I left my position in the Scholars as an associated teacher. (PLEASE, don't tell Dad yet - please.) But I'm going to try to get into the Physician's Guild (okay, now tell Dad) very soon because it will tie into my work and studies.
NO, it hasn't been all about work and study. There's been some SECRET experiments I'm working on. And I'm RESEARCHING. There's Ferdinand that I'm almost finished with. (SO many fiddly parts) and I went out. To a party with Cady. I didn't dance, so, that means that toes are safe. And vases. And noses. Oh, and potted plants. (I REALLY didn't think that my wooden floor polish was going to work as great as it did. Sorry for bringing that back up.) It was very beautiful and we saw the inside of the Whisper House (woooow, so much ballroom) and we ate and drank. Oh. When you can, Mom, can you send a gown for Arcadia? She needs one for parties. Maybe something that matches this really neat sash she won for fire-waaa-- no. Nevermind. I'll let her tell that story.
Still There's more. I'll tell you that in the safe letter, okay? I could really use some advice.
Love always,
Elly
Written By Elloise
June 6, 2018, 11:22 p.m.(12/6/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
If you could learn blacksmithing, Cady, that would be indescribably helpful. I need an extra set of hands to swing a hammer for this little what-happens-if project I'm working on.
Written By Elloise
June 5, 2018, 2:27 p.m.(12/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
I barely even got the chance to learn more about those mysteries you mentioned. Now, you're gone. I don't know if I really believe what the rumors are suggesting. It doesn't seem -- although maybe it is -- plausible. Just because I didn't see it doesn't mean that it still didn't happen. I guess that's what faith is, right?
Wherever you wind up, Blessed, may it be a balanced place.
Wherever you wind up, Blessed, may it be a balanced place.
Written By Elloise
June 5, 2018, 1:12 p.m.(12/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Scholar's Note: The young lady known as Lady Elloise Leary ran in making quite the strange noise, calling it "a squeal of the purest delight" before she suddenly fell over after stubbing her toe.
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