Written By Tanith
Oct. 8, 2020, 4:10 p.m.(3/2/1014 AR)
Harlequin of the Mother and the Queen's Blade.
Beginnings and-
Well.
Sometimes.
Beginnings and-
Well.
Sometimes.
Written By Tanith
Oct. 8, 2020, 12:58 p.m.(3/2/1014 AR)
Everyone seems to be craving blackberry tarts! Is it the season or suggestion?
Written By Tanith
Oct. 3, 2020, 1:51 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Raymesin
It's been a year and yet it feels like longer, though only in the right way. I've known you my whole life but in the past year I've learned so, so much more. It is an honor to be your wife and a privilege to know you.
The heart in my chest beneath your palm loves you wholly. Your love empowers me, the strength in our bond and our experiences is glory.
You are my home.
Here's to one year and the beginning of many more.
The heart in my chest beneath your palm loves you wholly. Your love empowers me, the strength in our bond and our experiences is glory.
You are my home.
Here's to one year and the beginning of many more.
Written By Tanith
Sept. 25, 2020, 1:25 p.m.(2/4/1014 AR)
I'm starting to think Stormbird was right- the Murder couch -is- a throne worth of the Queen of Endings. Life, death, birth ... it's seen it all. I don't feel sorry for it anymore.
Written By Tanith
Sept. 17, 2020, 8:04 p.m.(1/16/1014 AR)
Mine is worth exactly, specifically two.
Written By Tanith
Sept. 16, 2020, 12:14 p.m.(1/14/1014 AR)
I had a conversation with Rukhnis some months back about joining the Physician's guild. We'd decided that since I wasn't ready to give me whole focus to improving my skills and attending to them that need it, I shouldn't join up; yet. Maybe when my life shifts into a later chapter, and my world doesn't have so many things in it to distract me. Maybe then.
Despite this, though, I find my focus arrested by some of the more physical aspects of being a Harlequin. I don't mind it, my mother finds it hilarious; I delivered her of several of my brothers and now this practical experience has led into something that's too involved to be a 'hobby' but not consistent enough to be considered a 'career'. Not that you need anything but a good track record to be pronounced a 'mid-wife', a good reputation under Death's Devoted isn't a bad thing either.
Despite this, though, I find my focus arrested by some of the more physical aspects of being a Harlequin. I don't mind it, my mother finds it hilarious; I delivered her of several of my brothers and now this practical experience has led into something that's too involved to be a 'hobby' but not consistent enough to be considered a 'career'. Not that you need anything but a good track record to be pronounced a 'mid-wife', a good reputation under Death's Devoted isn't a bad thing either.
Written By Tanith
Sept. 13, 2020, 12:37 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)
There's nothing like splitting a hot muffin and letting the butter melt inside it, until everything gets gooey and soft and delicious.
Especially when it's blueberry and a cold snowy morning.
Simple pleasures.
Especially when it's blueberry and a cold snowy morning.
Simple pleasures.
Written By Tanith
Sept. 13, 2020, 11:45 a.m.(1/7/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Raymesin
He does not like the cold.
At all.
Arms folded in he stalks
All edges
Brittle cuts with words
And eyes
Until he is warm again.
Heat and sleep combat
What's frozen.
He parts between bodies
Curls in
And he slowly softens
Grumbling low
At his lovers entangling him:
"I. Hate. Winter."
At all.
Arms folded in he stalks
All edges
Brittle cuts with words
And eyes
Until he is warm again.
Heat and sleep combat
What's frozen.
He parts between bodies
Curls in
And he slowly softens
Grumbling low
At his lovers entangling him:
"I. Hate. Winter."
Written By Tanith
Sept. 7, 2020, 6:02 p.m.(12/24/1013 AR)
There's a pile of fabric in my house and Raymesin won't stop pawing on it. Woke me up with the honeysilk in the most -unseemly- manner (I liked it, scholar, don't get me wrong) but hearing the man go on about how pretty it looked on my skin was something. What's a woman to do, when her man promises her -dresses- made of such beautiful stuff?
Well of -course- I said thank you, scholar. Here, let me draw you a picture-
Well of -course- I said thank you, scholar. Here, let me draw you a picture-
Written By Tanith
Sept. 3, 2020, 11:17 p.m.(12/16/1013 AR)
What a gift, unexpected.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Written By Tanith
Aug. 31, 2020, 12:27 a.m.(12/9/1013 AR)
I wonder if they make Duskweave ribbon.
Written By Tanith
Aug. 28, 2020, 7:24 p.m.(12/4/1013 AR)
Had a small heart attack yesterday; caught Atli munching on something in the kitchen, thought it was a spider.
Well, it was, but it was the big red plushy one from the Harlequins.
I don't know which alarmed me more; the idea of a spider that big or Atli -eating- one.
Well, it was, but it was the big red plushy one from the Harlequins.
I don't know which alarmed me more; the idea of a spider that big or Atli -eating- one.
Written By Tanith
Aug. 28, 2020, 7:22 p.m.(12/4/1013 AR)
A fortnight on the road, under the stars with a bunch of 'kin'. Went well enough, learning new ways to eat picked everything, even got a few new recipes on spiced preserves. Also, I had no idea you could make peppers into jam and jellies. I brought some back, and on my sourdough toast with fresh butter? -Fantastic-.
Good to be home, though. Feels better when the house is full, dog and all, kitchen smelling like tea and good food.
But I'm feeling worn thin lately. Tired, like sleep just isn't hitting deep enough. Putting a lot of me in the work I've been doing, it's getting harder to find ways of getting that back, regrowing, rebuilding what I've given to others.
Listen to me, I sound like Emara, talking about one of her bushes.
"Some things need shit to grow, Tani, and some things just need to be left alone."
I don't know which I am. I need something, though.
Good to be home, though. Feels better when the house is full, dog and all, kitchen smelling like tea and good food.
But I'm feeling worn thin lately. Tired, like sleep just isn't hitting deep enough. Putting a lot of me in the work I've been doing, it's getting harder to find ways of getting that back, regrowing, rebuilding what I've given to others.
Listen to me, I sound like Emara, talking about one of her bushes.
"Some things need shit to grow, Tani, and some things just need to be left alone."
I don't know which I am. I need something, though.
Written By Tanith
Aug. 25, 2020, 3:21 p.m.(11/26/1013 AR)
I leave for a little less than a fortnight and there's marriages and arguments and declarations of all kinds. Oaths, promises, vows; what a reassuring thing to see. Change. People can change, much as the seasons are now. Leaves are turning, wind is blowing. Think I saw snow while I was on the road.
My mother tells me change is the only thing constant, and my Dad would tell me he wish it would slow down a little, notably when he's staring at his grandchildren.
"Some things change, and some things never do."
My mother tells me change is the only thing constant, and my Dad would tell me he wish it would slow down a little, notably when he's staring at his grandchildren.
"Some things change, and some things never do."
Written By Tanith
Aug. 22, 2020, 1:39 a.m.(11/19/1013 AR)
If anything happens to me, my dog Atli goes to my sister, Emara.
He's nice, Em; he doesn't even hurt spiders.
Might go after your turnips, though.
He's nice, Em; he doesn't even hurt spiders.
Might go after your turnips, though.
Written By Tanith
Aug. 17, 2020, 3:31 p.m.(11/10/1013 AR)
I pull one all-nighter and come back to violence and confusion and missing friends.
What happened?
What happened?
Written By Tanith
Aug. 15, 2020, 1:53 a.m.(11/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Sydney
Note to self:
Send Sydney maple-iced biscuits.
With bacon.
Send Sydney maple-iced biscuits.
With bacon.
Written By Tanith
Aug. 13, 2020, 5:25 p.m.(11/2/1013 AR)
'You are not Dust
But you are addicting.
You aren't my kin
But you are my home.
You are not the sun
But you brighten my life.'
[Written at the bottom of the page in small letters:]
Tanith, you are such a sap.
But you are addicting.
You aren't my kin
But you are my home.
You are not the sun
But you brighten my life.'
[Written at the bottom of the page in small letters:]
Tanith, you are such a sap.
Written By Tanith
Aug. 8, 2020, 8:09 p.m.(10/20/1013 AR)
I've seen some insane, stupid things in my life, foolish endeavors, last minute attempts to save face or save lives or save food. But still, not the most dangerous thing. Oh no. The most dangerous thing I've ever witnessed, scholar, was at that surprise party:
An archlector got between a woman and her cake.
I know, scholar. I know.
An archlector got between a woman and her cake.
I know, scholar. I know.
Written By Tanith
Aug. 8, 2020, 12:18 a.m.(10/19/1013 AR)
All that planning, terribly, wonderfully worth it. Even this hangover I'm nursing two days later.
I'll never throw another birthday party, though; can't out do something so perfect.
I'll never throw another birthday party, though; can't out do something so perfect.
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