Written By Morrighan
Dec. 23, 2016, 3:07 p.m.(6/18/1005 AR)
To say that Joscelin Arterius is a master of her craft doesn't do the woman justice. It's an extreme understatement. That woman must have the hands of Jayus, because everything she makes is absolutely divine. I received one part of my order today, and the pendant is absolutely stunning, words simply cannot express how marvelous it is.
She's simply the best jeweler in all of the world, hands down. Jos, you're amazing.
She's simply the best jeweler in all of the world, hands down. Jos, you're amazing.
Written By Morrighan
Dec. 18, 2016, 11:31 a.m.(6/3/1005 AR)
My fucking head feels like it's going to burst. I'm going to die this morning. It's all your Gods damned fault, Sigurd Nightgold. Fucking Abyss. It's only fair you're writhing in agony, too. That shit isn't fit to drink and shouldn't exist in this world. It's not normal. I'm a drinking professional - this has never happened before, that liquor is unholy. Burn it.
Written By Morrighan
Dec. 15, 2016, 11:23 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)
It isn't terribly often that I receive gifts from people - but when I do, they're treasured. These kinds of things are never expected, so on the rare occasion I'm given something, it's quite the surprise. Today I was gifted a single red rose - I've never been given flowers, before. It's incredibly fragrant and has such a lovely, vibrant color. I'll have to see about finding the best way to preserve it. Pressed, maybe?
Written By Morrighan
Dec. 15, 2016, 9:56 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)
To say that I'm shocked over the loss of Baron Eos Saik would be a great understatement. I had only met the man once, but it was a unique meeting I don't think most would encounter often. It isn't every day that you wander off towards the outskirts of the Gray Forest to find a deer leaping out of the brush with a giant lion chasing after it. It made a lasting impression, when the Baron came out along on his steed, and I had hoped to converse with him more than that brief encounter. He seemed a very interesting man, and I extend my condolences to his family and friends. Whatever or whoever the cause, I sincerely hope it's found - then destroyed, lest it happens to someone else. The Compact has had enough loss as it is.
Written By Morrighan
Dec. 9, 2016, 8:42 p.m.(5/5/1005 AR)
Today, two of our Princesses head off on an important task - down a path that I cannot follow. It makes me restless being unable to be at their side, ensuring their safety, keeping their backs watched and protected. They are both capable and fierce, and I know they'll do the House proud - but I'm still anxious. The most I can do is sit and pray to the Spirits that they'll come home unharmed. I'm going to need some whiskey, the coming days are going to be very, very long.
Written By Morrighan
Nov. 24, 2016, 7:36 a.m.(3/14/1005 AR)
Ah, hello my old friend. Welcome back. It's been a while since I hurt this bad. The bottles of whiskey I've drank kind of help, but it sure didn't help me with my spar with that damn Darkwater Count. (He has a very talented stormcrow though, I like how it opens bottles of liquor and says obscene things. I like this bird.) It seemed like a good idea at the time, though it proved to be mostly cathartic. Now I can focus on something else for a while. My body hurts, my face hurts - I think one swollen eye is getting black, and my nose better not be fucking broken. I'm probably going to have to go pester Benjamin. Needed to visit him anyway. I don't foresee myself easily being able to get out of bed in the morning. I need to get more whiskey.
Written By Morrighan
Nov. 24, 2016, 7:10 a.m.(3/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
He's a twat. Punches a lot harder than I thought he would have, but I got a few in, so I'm mostly pleased. One day it's going to be -me- beating the shit out of him. That day can't come fast enough.
Written By Morrighan
Nov. 24, 2016, 12:54 a.m.(3/14/1005 AR)
There's nothing more disappointing than being proved wrong with something you had a firm belief in. Something you were so sure about that maybe it created some elaborate, well-constructed illusion. Sometimes it takes a poignant slap in the face to be brought back to reality, to really see what's there, rather what you wish to. Maybe it's the naivety of my youth that's to blame, or maybe I'm just incredibly stupid. I don't really know what I'm doing, but I'm sure I'll figure it out once I've got a few bottles of whiskey in me. Alas, everyone makes mistakes, what's most important is that we learn from them, lest they happen again.
Written By Morrighan
Nov. 21, 2016, 9:53 p.m.(3/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Eos
He has a really big cat.
Written By Morrighan
Nov. 21, 2016, 12:42 p.m.(3/6/1005 AR)
Alas, I've done a bad thing. It seems someone is rankled - not all are appreciative of my free way of speaking, it seems. Well, continue your huffing and puffing. Threaten all you like; I'm not worried.
Written By Morrighan
Nov. 21, 2016, 9:07 a.m.(3/6/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
I've conversed at length with the newly arrived Prince a couple times, and I can see some notable similarities between Anze and his siblings - yet in other ways he's unlike them. Much like the others, he doesn't appear to mind the fact I speak my mind, or give blunt opinions or insights. I think we'll get along alright.
Written By Morrighan
Nov. 18, 2016, 7:37 p.m.(2/26/1005 AR)
I was introduced to this thing called a pastry. It had some spicy element to it, but was very sweet. Does not blend well with whiskey. Whiskey and coffee, however - well, that's a different story. That combination is marvelous. I was also asked if I ate whiskey in addition to drinking it. If only I could Joscelin, if only I could.
Written By Morrighan
Nov. 6, 2016, 8:58 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Darren
Put himself at risk to protect the Voice of Thrax. He better have had his guards with him, or even the bear. Gods help me, if he was careless I'm going to yell at him. Sherrod's children are going to give me gray hair before I'm thirty with how much they make me worry. (This means you, Darren.)
Written By Morrighan
Oct. 24, 2016, 2:53 a.m.(12/5/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Kieran
This one has quite the streak of mischief in him, always impish and ever smiling. I find that quality of his is refreshing in comparison to all the seriousness that some nobles have. Except when there's amphibians strewn about the carls' area of the villa. The Prince is rather fond of his pranks, but it keeps the environment lively, to say the least. He was one of the first of the family I met after I came to the city, and he's grown to be quite a good friend. I think Sherrod would be glad for that - my getting along with his family.
Written By Morrighan
Oct. 24, 2016, 2:43 a.m.(12/5/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
The Princess-Scout. I admit I haven't spent a great deal of time getting to know her, but the instances I have crossed ways, she's been amicable. She's a fierce Princess, as most Northern women tend to be, and from what I hear, she handles whiskey well. It's something to admire, which I do. Much like her brother, she speaks her mind from what I've observed, says things quite plainly without sugaring them. Yet another quality that I respect about her. One of these days I should prod at her about the ways of the Shaman - I find it terribly fascinating.
Written By Morrighan
Oct. 24, 2016, 2:38 a.m.(12/5/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
I wasn't sure in the beginning if getting along with this surly, grumpy man was possible - but as it turns out, he's not that bad. Quite frank, really, and doesn't mince words - which is something I can appreciate. (I wonder if this is where Freja gets it?) I think I'm beginning to understand the Prince a little bit, and we seem to be on good terms, now. I did make him rather exceptional garb, and he appeared quite happy with it. He's not someone I would want as an enemy, and it makes me thankful we're on the same side of things. Looks like this friendship thing is possible after all.
Written By Morrighan
Oct. 19, 2016, 6:28 a.m.(11/18/1004 AR)
There will be a day, sometime in the future, where I'll properly educate Joscelin on the importance of fine whiskey. (And work on her tolerance, girl needs it.) I should probably mention to her that if she needs to get rid of some fabulous spirits, I'll gladly take them. All of it. Don't let it go to waste spilled or dumped out - that will drive a woman to do things. Unspeakable things. Just give me the whiskey, lady.
Written By Morrighan
Oct. 8, 2016, 11:12 p.m.(10/15/1004 AR)
I should have started drinking a hell of a lot earlier before I went to the Fete - I don't know how the nobles manage that kind of stuff all the time. Typically I don't attend social events and the like, mostly for the simple fact I don't do well with large crowds of people. However, considering I missed the last gathering Lady Dawn hosted for us Crafters, I told myself I would go. It took a lot of telling myself to get my feet moving in that direction, but I managed. Truth be told, it wasn't as bad as I thought - I was sequestered away in my own space with at least one familiar person who I had the joy of picking at over a choking hazard. You know who you are, and you're not living that down for a while. I might consider attempting another gathering again - depending on what it is and who I can expect to be present. Lady Dawn really outdid herself, and it shows that she put great thought and care into the planning, she really is an admirable woman. I'm rather glad that I went, it was a lot of fun.
Written By Morrighan
Oct. 7, 2016, 5:30 p.m.(10/12/1004 AR)
So today I received a missive from Prince Fergus who offered to spar me in the training center. An opportunity to brawl? Count me in. Turns out I might regret that later - it all depends on how much I'm hurting tomorrow morning. To be certain, I learned much from the fight, and I think I'm going to take a page from Ida's book (I think it was Ida) and put a hiatus on learning how to work with different textiles. So, no seasilk for a while, but I'll get back to that, eventually. For now I think I'm going to rest up and go back to work on orders for the shop. I hope I can move, tomorrow. The Prince hits -hard-....and he whacked me on the back of the head. Going to pay him back for that. Maybe I'll put those flamboyant feathers in his hat, or on the ass of his pants. Remember who tailors your clothes, Ferg.
Written By Morrighan
Oct. 7, 2016, 5:21 p.m.(10/12/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
Bastard hits hard. I feel a little bit of sympathy for anyone who seriously tussles with Ferg. It makes me glad that we're on the same side, now if I can just get him to teach me to fight properly...
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