Written By Lora
April 24, 2020, 1:10 a.m.(3/3/1013 AR)
No, a series of parties. I've already set the wheels in motion, already chosen the color of the ink for the invitations. It is now just a matter of finding the right alchemist.
Written By Esme
April 24, 2020, 1:08 a.m.(3/3/1013 AR)
Just remember to be good to each other and to inspire a laugh or good feeling or two.
Written By Victus
April 24, 2020, 12:24 a.m.(3/3/1013 AR)
I am very hungover at the time of writing this, but I don't expect anything significant to change.
Written By Cambria
April 23, 2020, 8:22 p.m.(3/2/1013 AR)
No Scholar, I do not wish to make this one a Black Reflection. I want my sons to see why their mother does not indulge in sweets, and I must needs have a ready reminder for myself as to why I should feel guilty about it.
I do not, by the way, feel guilty about it.
Written By Tanith
April 23, 2020, 4:07 p.m.(3/2/1013 AR)
The recipes that were presented are all for sale at my bakery in the Commons' courts. I will bake for most events and sometimes even funerals.
Written By Cambria
April 23, 2020, 3:32 p.m.(3/2/1013 AR)
For having held another face first
Written By Stygia
April 23, 2020, 2:29 p.m.(3/1/1013 AR)
Written By Thea
April 23, 2020, 11:20 a.m.(3/1/1013 AR)
Written By Wren
April 23, 2020, 10:37 a.m.(3/1/1013 AR)
I'm confident there will be some opportunity to be had by this, and if anyone finds themselves struggling, merchants, that is, I am happy to lend what aid I may. We must look after one another at times, even if we compete at the best of those times.
Written By Poppy
April 23, 2020, 9:55 a.m.(3/1/1013 AR)
Well, it was a combined effort. Scout Rowenova and I won a cake walk. She ran and didn't eat the cake while I shouted encouragement. Yes well. She may of technically won it on her own accord. No scholars. Don't laugh. I can run if I need to! No scholars! I don't wibble and wobble. It's a run!
Anyway, while the cake was delicious, it was a vegetable cake. Who honestly puts carrots in cakes? Silly people. No wonder she was able to resist until the end.
I wonder why it's called a cake walk when no walking was involved?
Written By Strozza
April 23, 2020, 7:51 a.m.(3/1/1013 AR)
Written By Revell
April 23, 2020, 12:05 a.m.(2/28/1013 AR)
What kind words.
It is not something I concern myself with often - appearances that is - as romance and intimacy are not a focus in my life. I certainly don't consider myself ugly, but somebody recently said something to me that dug at an insecurity I rarely have to content with.
Scholar, do you think that I'm beautiful? Or do you also think that I am too skinny, that it is unacceptable? Am I too delicate and frail?
I know that my bones like to make their presence known underneath my skin. I know that my collarbones pop when I laugh, and that I can easily count my ribs when I breathe in. I do not have much in the way of curves, and the way my freckles cluster in chaotic patterns makes them look more like patches of dirt than the gorgeous, consistent starry pattern others have been blessed with. I know that my front teeth are a little too large, and that one of my dimples is more prominent than the other.
And you may not notice it until you're much too close to my face, Scholar, but there's a smattering of blue in my eyes. An uneven mess that makes the brown look cracked.
Despite all of this, is it still okay for me to believe that I am beautiful in my own, messy way? Even if I may not be desirable to many? I know that I could never compare to most classy women - their fashions, the way they move, the thing that they do with their eyes..
But could I still be pleasing to the eye, if only to my own?
Written By Vulpiano
April 22, 2020, 11:18 p.m.(2/28/1013 AR)
Written By Tyrus
April 22, 2020, 11:13 p.m.(2/28/1013 AR)
Unfortunately, the novelty faded long ago.
Written By Jules
April 22, 2020, 6:25 p.m.(2/28/1013 AR)
Written By Perronne
April 22, 2020, 4:36 p.m.(2/28/1013 AR)
I wasn't mad about the rain, because at least it washed away some of the winter snow and accumulated...stuff that gathers in a city during the winter. It's dreary, but manageable.
But now apparently my suppliers are telling me that they have to dock at harbors down the coast, and I have to hire wagons and riverboats to move everything, everything!, the hard way. Because of a whirlpool in the harbor. A whirlpool in the harbor. The harbormaster swears that it's just some artifact of the storm, and it will go away soon. I don't know much about the ocean, so maybe he's right. Either way, I'm donating to the Faith, praying extra hard for Mangata to take pity on us poor souls down here and...losing money. Luckily I don't deal much with staples, especially in the winter, but I'm going to have to pass these costs on to those of my clientele who can afford it.
Wagons! IN THE SNOW!
By Mangata's Merry Melons, this city gets weirder every year.
Written By Niklas
April 22, 2020, 10:53 a.m.(2/27/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Gianna
I find it funny, and definitely amusing, that despite having a great house pour down their calumnies on her she still comes through unburnt, with other great houses speaking their approval of what she does, along with some of the finest institutions in the Compact. If anything, she's more beloved than she was before.
Who knew Nightingales were fireproof? Gianna, the Tempered Whisper.
Written By Mabelle
April 22, 2020, 10:05 a.m.(2/27/1013 AR)
What a long week.
I dreamt of conflict. I experienced conflict. I survived it.
I owe my life to few and many.
The things I've seen refuse to leave my mind at night or at day.
I have not touched cake in three days.
Good thing it's that week in the city when they give out free rum.
Written By Azova
April 22, 2020, 9:48 a.m.(2/27/1013 AR)
Written By Lucita
April 22, 2020, 9:29 a.m.(2/27/1013 AR)
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