Written By Fortunato
Jan. 12, 2020, 10:05 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Made a promise to try to honor Vellichor more often with public words, although I struggle to think of what to say, most of the time. I continue as a Whisper and as a disciple of Lagoma. Occasionally, I paint. Often, I look into the fire. I have recently received a gift of very stunning paints and it would be a shame not to spin a new masterpiece that people can actually see, rather than a masterpiece that is made, then left in my backroom forever. Ah, ah, what so to paint? Joscelin would be most disappointed with my lack of output.
Written By Jules
Jan. 12, 2020, 9:55 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
I met Lady Miranda today and found out that she knows Lady Mikani. She was already a delightful person but that just made her shine all the more!
Written By Khanne
Jan. 12, 2020, 9:41 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
It was good to catch up with the family the other day. My thanks to Brianna for bringing us all together once more, and for asking Cook to make us all tooooooo muuuuuuuch fooooooood. I hope the leftovers were distributed to those still hungry. I did enjoy all the apricot enhanced selections. My Bri Bri, she takes care of me.
Written By Korka
Jan. 12, 2020, 9:24 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Ras
Whoever thinks they're helping you they're not.
Written By Drake
Jan. 12, 2020, 9:21 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Returning to the House this week just to discover a mountain of responsibilities which I needed to handle. I wonder how Richard was managing this without me. I suppose he's getting along just fine with the ladies these days. The other tasks he has at hand may require someone of my skills, but I hope the possibilities to come won't make more trouble for me than they are worth.
Written By Valencia
Jan. 12, 2020, 8:58 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Zoey
It is beautiful to see families growing and flourishing in Arx.
And now, the Lady Zoe and Lord Ian of Kennex have welcomed a little girl into the world. How wonderful that must be.
I must admit in seeing such love and pride in other's eyes makes me wish for such blessings myself some days. But how odd that would be.
I am happy for those that have had such good fortune and send them wishes for much light, luck and love with hopes for a beautiful and fulsome life.
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And now, the Lady Zoe and Lord Ian of Kennex have welcomed a little girl into the world. How wonderful that must be.
I must admit in seeing such love and pride in other's eyes makes me wish for such blessings myself some days. But how odd that would be.
I am happy for those that have had such good fortune and send them wishes for much light, luck and love with hopes for a beautiful and fulsome life.
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Written By Katryn
Jan. 12, 2020, 8:54 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
The dreams continue, but there's new clarity to them. Should I be worried? Should I be overjoyed? It's like Winter has ended and my head fills with all the possibilities of Spring.
I hope to see what thaws out! Perhaps, as Master Preston leads me towards a second project, I will find the answers far abroad. Perhaps the answers lay within the city.
I hope to see what thaws out! Perhaps, as Master Preston leads me towards a second project, I will find the answers far abroad. Perhaps the answers lay within the city.
Written By Katryn
Jan. 12, 2020, 8:46 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Richard
I didn't know Lord Richard was a gardener!
I wasn't aware he engaged in such...
...Landscaping.
I wasn't aware he engaged in such...
...Landscaping.
Written By Valdemar
Jan. 12, 2020, 8:39 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Another evening spent in the Shrine of Tehom, another lesson learned. A man came in seeking assistance, and so I acted as his reflection, helping him to meditate on his passions so that he could gain clarity on how they might be getting in his way. What I was not expecting was just how closely his situation might mirror my own, how guiding him toward that clarity could bring it to me as well, how it might help me to see how I might be getting in my own way. I cannot, of course, go into detail about the matters discussed with him, but I am grateful for the opportunity that presented itself this evening.
Written By Katryn
Jan. 12, 2020, 8:23 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Bianca
When I joined her at the cottage, I did not know exactly the depths of her wisdom, nor did I know the shape of her smile.
The way her eyes shone as she told me my dreams weren't silly was something I've since failed to capture on paper. Is it my skill?
Or is it her eyes?
The way her eyes shone as she told me my dreams weren't silly was something I've since failed to capture on paper. Is it my skill?
Or is it her eyes?
Written By Strozza
Jan. 12, 2020, 8:11 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Allowing a little sunlight into a dark space, even for a few hours, makes the gloom recede considerably, even when plunged in shadow again.
Written By Bianca
Jan. 12, 2020, 8:07 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Richard's garden plot seems to be coming into its own rather well now, his unsteady start aside. It's pleasing in a way to see it flourish -- and it reminds me how much simply joy can be taken in the act of teaching others and imparting a piece of your experience to them.
In a way, I suppose, it is a rather selfish sense of satisfaction, in seeing another grow because of your efforts. But then most can be spun that way, can they not? If this is a selfish feeling, then I find myself content with that fact.
Sometimes it is more than fine, to be selfish. It is a fact I wish others would embrace more readily. But perhaps I have a tendency to worry and meddle, overmuch.
Perhaps I ought to check on the garden again...
In a way, I suppose, it is a rather selfish sense of satisfaction, in seeing another grow because of your efforts. But then most can be spun that way, can they not? If this is a selfish feeling, then I find myself content with that fact.
Sometimes it is more than fine, to be selfish. It is a fact I wish others would embrace more readily. But perhaps I have a tendency to worry and meddle, overmuch.
Perhaps I ought to check on the garden again...
Written By Valencia
Jan. 12, 2020, 7:28 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Last night I dreamed of Angus.
He came home -- bold, brash and larger than life -- with that roguish smile that always seemed to banish my ire and sorrows away despite my best effort.
He wasted no time to come to me. His strong arms sweeping me up to spin me around and kiss me deep. The warmth of him so present. His powerful frame to mine as he gathered me close. His clean, warm, welcoming scent. That brush of his beard against my skin. Gods, how I had missed him. How I had missed this.
I melted in that moment, lost in that beautiful warmth. My home away from home. My love. My life.
I asked him where he had been. He smiled down at me with that sparkle in his beautiful eyes; a large, strong calloused hand lifting to tenderly cup my face.
"I never left, my heart," he informed me with a smile, his calm, deep voice a comforting rumble in my ears as he leaned down to kiss me again, full and deep.
I smiled at that and lowered my eyes, and then looked up at him once more to smile upon his handsome face. But when my eyes lifted he was gone and to my surprise another had taken his place. The world swam and I opened my mouth to speak, but then he was gone, too, and I once more stood alone.
I woke soon after. My heart racing and aching.
I miss you, my beloved. My heart. My life.
I miss what was, and what might have been a beautiful life.
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He came home -- bold, brash and larger than life -- with that roguish smile that always seemed to banish my ire and sorrows away despite my best effort.
He wasted no time to come to me. His strong arms sweeping me up to spin me around and kiss me deep. The warmth of him so present. His powerful frame to mine as he gathered me close. His clean, warm, welcoming scent. That brush of his beard against my skin. Gods, how I had missed him. How I had missed this.
I melted in that moment, lost in that beautiful warmth. My home away from home. My love. My life.
I asked him where he had been. He smiled down at me with that sparkle in his beautiful eyes; a large, strong calloused hand lifting to tenderly cup my face.
"I never left, my heart," he informed me with a smile, his calm, deep voice a comforting rumble in my ears as he leaned down to kiss me again, full and deep.
I smiled at that and lowered my eyes, and then looked up at him once more to smile upon his handsome face. But when my eyes lifted he was gone and to my surprise another had taken his place. The world swam and I opened my mouth to speak, but then he was gone, too, and I once more stood alone.
I woke soon after. My heart racing and aching.
I miss you, my beloved. My heart. My life.
I miss what was, and what might have been a beautiful life.
~~~~~<~<@
Written By Drusila
Jan. 12, 2020, 6:54 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Tatienne
I can assure this Rivenshari merchant that House Pravus has no interest in those who believe that coin buys them exception to the rules that bring order to this world, neither are we in any need of charity.
For the curious eyes who may come across this journal. I am overseeing the development of a new port in the Saffron Chain, the first of its kind in this unfortunately underdeveloped part of the world and I invite those with ambition and vision to reserve their place in what I'm sure will become an extraordinarily busy dock.
Some short-sighted people appear to have confused this for a fund-raiser and I want to be absolutely clear it is not, the insinuation is frankly insulting. The fact of the matter is that as our influence over the Saffron Chain expands, trade with the isles will massively increase and I want to ensure we develop a relationship with the right kind of merchants to handle the task at hand. If that sounds like you curious reader, do send a messenger my way.
For the curious eyes who may come across this journal. I am overseeing the development of a new port in the Saffron Chain, the first of its kind in this unfortunately underdeveloped part of the world and I invite those with ambition and vision to reserve their place in what I'm sure will become an extraordinarily busy dock.
Some short-sighted people appear to have confused this for a fund-raiser and I want to be absolutely clear it is not, the insinuation is frankly insulting. The fact of the matter is that as our influence over the Saffron Chain expands, trade with the isles will massively increase and I want to ensure we develop a relationship with the right kind of merchants to handle the task at hand. If that sounds like you curious reader, do send a messenger my way.
Written By Sudara
Jan. 12, 2020, 6:11 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Summer is truly here, as the Compact bestirs itself and stories spread of projects - both grand and subtle - getting underway. Certainly, it seems to be a season for change within the kingdom. I earnestly hope and pray that the outcomes are beneficial for us all.
Written By Cassandra
Jan. 12, 2020, 6:07 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
I was hoping to be one of the lucky few that managed to find themselves in possession of a new kitten from the litter Duke Bisland's cat had. Sadly, I was not one of those selected.
A personal shame. I have missed having a cat since my younger years. In another lifetime, I remember having a orange, black and white spotted cat who my father had gifted to me as a girl. She was, I hate to admit, my squire during the days where I play imaginary stories of being Gloria's personal knight. Dame Erika Sixtoes of the Order of Sharpclaw. Or just Erry as I would call her as we were personal friends. When I was home, Erry would usually be by my side, for better or for worse. Excellent mouser, she gave no quarter in battle.
Sixteen years she and I shared. Sixteen happy years, when my duties started to take my away from home, I would make sure to find time, even if simply scripture in my room. Until one day, after a few years of her slowing down, mousing less and sleeping more, she simply...never woke up. I still miss her. While I don't believe I would ever try to replace her, as she could never be replaced, I don't hide my fondness for cats. It would be nice to have another one.
A personal shame. I have missed having a cat since my younger years. In another lifetime, I remember having a orange, black and white spotted cat who my father had gifted to me as a girl. She was, I hate to admit, my squire during the days where I play imaginary stories of being Gloria's personal knight. Dame Erika Sixtoes of the Order of Sharpclaw. Or just Erry as I would call her as we were personal friends. When I was home, Erry would usually be by my side, for better or for worse. Excellent mouser, she gave no quarter in battle.
Sixteen years she and I shared. Sixteen happy years, when my duties started to take my away from home, I would make sure to find time, even if simply scripture in my room. Until one day, after a few years of her slowing down, mousing less and sleeping more, she simply...never woke up. I still miss her. While I don't believe I would ever try to replace her, as she could never be replaced, I don't hide my fondness for cats. It would be nice to have another one.
Written By Michael
Jan. 12, 2020, 5:49 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
The kittens have all found homes, except Tinsel. But Tinsel has a very specific home to go to, and he'll find his way there soon. Or hers, I haven't checked quite yet. The kitten is finicky about people looking at them there.
Beau went to Lady Tesha Telmar
Stompy went to Princess Gwenna Redrain, with a fine mix of ill and good wishes
Violet went to Merek
Domino went to Lady Brianna Halfshav
Beau went to Lady Tesha Telmar
Stompy went to Princess Gwenna Redrain, with a fine mix of ill and good wishes
Violet went to Merek
Domino went to Lady Brianna Halfshav
Written By Michael
Jan. 12, 2020, 5:43 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
I write of cows. Pridehall's cows. Highland steers and bovines of great tenderness in both demeanor and meat. You should consider them for your future livestock needs. Their hide tans well and takes to color even better. We have a small herd at the manor now, to tend to our overgrown grasses without forcing our gardener to scythe or anything. Feel free to come and see them.
Written By Valencia
Jan. 12, 2020, 4:38 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
My heart beats with excitement that is hard to contain! I have been invited to go north once more.
I am elated. Touched by such kindness. Overwhelmed with anticipation of such a thing. My heart often drifts there. I cannot wait to see it again. The people the land. So unlike anywhere else. I love it!
Thank you so much to the very kind and charming Missere Jules and Lady Mikani for inviting me.
You are right. I should try to leave my Hart more often to seek out more delights. I hope we depart soon.
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I am elated. Touched by such kindness. Overwhelmed with anticipation of such a thing. My heart often drifts there. I cannot wait to see it again. The people the land. So unlike anywhere else. I love it!
Thank you so much to the very kind and charming Missere Jules and Lady Mikani for inviting me.
You are right. I should try to leave my Hart more often to seek out more delights. I hope we depart soon.
~~~~<~<@
Written By Rymarr
Jan. 12, 2020, 4 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
There's a desk in my study that wasn't there before I left. There's also a very large goat sculpture in my bedchamber. That also wasn't there before I left. No one seems to know where they came from. Some practical joker, no doubt. But which one?
More than ever, one should exercise constant vigilance. I will get to the bottom of this.
More than ever, one should exercise constant vigilance. I will get to the bottom of this.
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