Written By Kima
June 24, 2016, 2:02 a.m.(11/5/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Marian
When we first met, I could tell that the Sword of Sanctum saw little reason to think much of me. Now, normally, I couldn't care less what some other woman thought. But this was different. This was Marian Valardin. She's hardly much older than me, but in a way, it feels as if I grew up on tales of her. It may have taken knocking her around some on the sparring grounds, but I believe I've earned her respect. It was well worth it.
Written By Kima
June 20, 2016, 12:21 a.m.(10/21/1003 AR)
I think I might be imbibing too much alcohol of late - ale especially. I don't particularly like having to put extra effort when I'm out on the practice grounds, but if I don't, next thing I know I won't be able to wriggle into my pants. It's not funny, either. I'd rather fling myself off the nearest bridge. As if old age won't be bad enough. Thank goodness I don't have huge breasts. Once you start dropping brats they'll be at your knees.
Why am I rambling on about this?
Right, the ale. Between Piglet and Tropical Frown my pants are going to split. If I'm going to have any sort of torn clothing, I want it for Other Reasons. Still, the dancing last night surely helped. There's much more to it when you do it like the regular folk, as opposed to that stiff, formal stuff you'll find it court. I guess I can't blame them, though. When you spend four hours on hair and make up, then another three getting into a gown composed of silk and gems, you don't want to sweat in it.
Why am I rambling on about this?
Right, the ale. Between Piglet and Tropical Frown my pants are going to split. If I'm going to have any sort of torn clothing, I want it for Other Reasons. Still, the dancing last night surely helped. There's much more to it when you do it like the regular folk, as opposed to that stiff, formal stuff you'll find it court. I guess I can't blame them, though. When you spend four hours on hair and make up, then another three getting into a gown composed of silk and gems, you don't want to sweat in it.
Written By Kima
June 18, 2016, 1:57 a.m.(10/15/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
We've known one another since childhood, though few outside of Southport are aware of that fact. Oh, how I fondly recall the days when I was actually taller than a boy. Being a handful of years older than he, I even got to enjoy such a thing for a little bit longer than if we were of the same age. Then puberty hit, and with it all of my vertical advantage. They were halcyon days indeed. Who would have imagined he would end up Duke?
Written By Kima
June 18, 2016, 1:45 a.m.(10/15/1003 AR)
While taking my morning walk, I decided to venture to a part of the city I had not yet given the pleasure of my presence - the Seawatch, overlooking the Bay of Thrax. Imagine my surprise, and great pleasure, when I saw none other than Hadrian. Now I say Hadrian, but it is more appropriate to say Duke Malvici. Society dictates that knowing someone since before their voice broke doesn't excuse a person from following social rules and codes.
That aside, the last time we were together was very nearly three years ago, when he became Duke. Look at how a rise in station just completely puts a damper on fun. Even today, after all this time, what did we discuss? The king. It was depressingly serious. But I shan't wax on about that. No doubt we'll have the chance to get together again for wine and mischief.
My afternoon was filled out by another meeting with Victus - oh, am I being too informal again? I managed to get him to visit the Menagerie with me. Can you imagine, he'd never seen a lion before!
That aside, the last time we were together was very nearly three years ago, when he became Duke. Look at how a rise in station just completely puts a damper on fun. Even today, after all this time, what did we discuss? The king. It was depressingly serious. But I shan't wax on about that. No doubt we'll have the chance to get together again for wine and mischief.
My afternoon was filled out by another meeting with Victus - oh, am I being too informal again? I managed to get him to visit the Menagerie with me. Can you imagine, he'd never seen a lion before!
Written By Kima
June 16, 2016, 11:42 p.m.(10/12/1003 AR)
Without boring you with talk of my mundane morning routine yet again, I will instead waste some ink on one of my pupils. Of the several that I am currently teaching, none show any real potential, but at least they still put forth some effort. This one does not. It's a frustrating experience, one I feel is highly unworthy of a person of my talents. While the pay is nice, it would be nicer still if I had at least one student that was capable of more than mucking out stalls.
Written By Kima
June 15, 2016, 2:01 a.m.(10/6/1003 AR)
Another day and I am up before the sun. It is truly a wretched thing. Routine stretches and then a jog before breakfast. Yay, I chimed to the innkeep, porridge again. He, of course, remained motionless and without expression. The man is either extremely dense or an idiot savant. Time will surely tell.
I then spent time choosing what I would wear for the day, a most arduous task, and then I brushed my hair. After this, I happened to receive an invitation to lunch with Lord Victus Thrax. It was an hour or so well spent as it meant a meal of fine quality. The man is a truly adroit conversationalist. I simply cannot wait to enjoy high society and fine theatre with him.
Speaking of, imagine my surprise when, later that evening, I received a second invitation out from none other than the priestess of the Thirteenth, Isolde. We walked her garden, which was a delightful indulgence in nostalgia for me. I'll be more than happy to take tea or wine with her in the future. She isn't the only noble personage I had the pleasure of meeting, however. Though brief, I shared a few words with prince Aurelian. The scholar was almost painfully polite, but what else can you expect?
I then spent time choosing what I would wear for the day, a most arduous task, and then I brushed my hair. After this, I happened to receive an invitation to lunch with Lord Victus Thrax. It was an hour or so well spent as it meant a meal of fine quality. The man is a truly adroit conversationalist. I simply cannot wait to enjoy high society and fine theatre with him.
Speaking of, imagine my surprise when, later that evening, I received a second invitation out from none other than the priestess of the Thirteenth, Isolde. We walked her garden, which was a delightful indulgence in nostalgia for me. I'll be more than happy to take tea or wine with her in the future. She isn't the only noble personage I had the pleasure of meeting, however. Though brief, I shared a few words with prince Aurelian. The scholar was almost painfully polite, but what else can you expect?
Written By Kima
June 15, 2016, 1:31 a.m.(10/6/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Isolde
A real charmer, this one, yet I have to wonder - was what I saw but a reflection of myself and all that I wished to see?
Written By Kima
June 15, 2016, 1:29 a.m.(10/6/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Brianna
An introduction that involves breaking your own man's nose is something I'm unlikely to forget. Does she have to be so tall, though? I mean, really, it's one thing to look up at a tall man, but quite another to have to crane the neck for another woman.
Written By Kima
June 15, 2016, 1:17 a.m.(10/6/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I'll never forget the moment I first saw him - hair glistening in the bright summer sun, spilling water all down his beard. And then he lifted his shirt. If that wasn't enough, he knows just what's required for a proper conversation: listening to me.
Written By Kima
June 10, 2016, 8:56 p.m.(9/22/1003 AR)
Today had promised to be frightfully boring to start. Woke up earlier than I'd like, stretched and performed some routine exercises even though I always say I hate doing it, then sat down to a bland breakfast. Do I look like a toothless granny? Who wants oats on a hot day like this, anyway? Where's the fruit? My chilled milk with honey? What's wrong with these people?
After that, I took a walk. A dog shat in the street and a preening noblewoman shoved her foot right in it, much to her horror. That was probably a loss of a couple hundred coins for that little slipper. But it was so last season, so she gets no sympathy from me. Then I approached a painter in the nearby park overlooking the promenade. Curious, I asked what he was painting, he told me it was his lady love seated nearby. He did not seem appreciative when I told him that it looked a lot more like the dog shite I'd just seen.
From there I have little to report. My student continues to disappoint with her sheer lack of skill or mental acuity. Things finally took a turn for the better when I found myself pleasantly distracted by a reasonably attractive Thraxian fellow. Oh, don't be that way, ladies look just as hungrily as do the lords. They just try to hide it. Neither here nor there. Next came a red head, who's name I missed. A shame, really. I'd like to get to know her better.
By the way, the Thraxian turned out to be Victus. You know the one. Got the better of me, too, the way he held out on it. Things progressed okay after that, though I don't suppose I really should have lead him into that Grayson tavern. Guy can really take things a bit too seriously. Had to punch a kid in the face in order to diffuse a situation, and now my hand hurts for my troubles.
After that, I took a walk. A dog shat in the street and a preening noblewoman shoved her foot right in it, much to her horror. That was probably a loss of a couple hundred coins for that little slipper. But it was so last season, so she gets no sympathy from me. Then I approached a painter in the nearby park overlooking the promenade. Curious, I asked what he was painting, he told me it was his lady love seated nearby. He did not seem appreciative when I told him that it looked a lot more like the dog shite I'd just seen.
From there I have little to report. My student continues to disappoint with her sheer lack of skill or mental acuity. Things finally took a turn for the better when I found myself pleasantly distracted by a reasonably attractive Thraxian fellow. Oh, don't be that way, ladies look just as hungrily as do the lords. They just try to hide it. Neither here nor there. Next came a red head, who's name I missed. A shame, really. I'd like to get to know her better.
By the way, the Thraxian turned out to be Victus. You know the one. Got the better of me, too, the way he held out on it. Things progressed okay after that, though I don't suppose I really should have lead him into that Grayson tavern. Guy can really take things a bit too seriously. Had to punch a kid in the face in order to diffuse a situation, and now my hand hurts for my troubles.
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