Written By Tanith
Aug. 4, 2020, 8:11 p.m.(10/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Emara
Em,
So, today was weird. It started off alright, had to take care of Scarecrow, made sure he didn't sleep. Not for -those- reasons, but because of the accidental thump I gave him. I still don't know what happened- he says he doesn't remember, but gods he looks -so damn proud- about it, you'd have thought -he- was the one that accidentally knocked some powerful, seasoned, brilliant fighter unconscious.
He seemed better this morning, but by the time I was certain he could get himself about, we got a note that there was a woman giving birth in the Shrine. From -Evaristo- of all people. The last baby-catching endeavor, I wasn't yet a Harlequin. I am now, so I got to take point; do you know, it all came right back to me? Helping Mum and Dad with all those brothers ... I mean, most of them were already born, but I helped catch four of them. And then I've assisted with Raymesin now and then.
Still. Not how I expected my morning to go.
It went well! You saw the results, I was glad to help you with that, your flowers deserve better than my personal tending. Baby's healthy, mother's great, got everyone settled and resting, Harlequins checking in on her until she gets more help.
Came home, got cleaned up. Took a nap.
Then, promptly ushered out the door after dinner when Raymesin told me about a -boasting- contest, of all things. Tall tales! Unbelievable stories!
"Yer goin' ter that," he said, and he kissed me and put on his coat and his hat and went off to work. And me ... well. Fine then!
So I told a group of people, even a few that know the man, about how I, Raymesin Ulbran's wife, -not- a fighter, somehow manages to knock my husband out in a single blow. There were some great stories I was up against! One about some amazing feats of sailing, another about a golden duck!
Somehow ... I won? There was a money and a promise to immortalize the tale as some kind of tapestry! And then I was warned by Apollo that, "I can't be blamed if I draw him seventeen feet tall and depict you as a murderous cupcake, though."
Murderous cupcake. That's me.
Perhaps the title of one of my newest books?
Gods. What a strange, wonderful day.
How are you?
Love,
Tani
So, today was weird. It started off alright, had to take care of Scarecrow, made sure he didn't sleep. Not for -those- reasons, but because of the accidental thump I gave him. I still don't know what happened- he says he doesn't remember, but gods he looks -so damn proud- about it, you'd have thought -he- was the one that accidentally knocked some powerful, seasoned, brilliant fighter unconscious.
He seemed better this morning, but by the time I was certain he could get himself about, we got a note that there was a woman giving birth in the Shrine. From -Evaristo- of all people. The last baby-catching endeavor, I wasn't yet a Harlequin. I am now, so I got to take point; do you know, it all came right back to me? Helping Mum and Dad with all those brothers ... I mean, most of them were already born, but I helped catch four of them. And then I've assisted with Raymesin now and then.
Still. Not how I expected my morning to go.
It went well! You saw the results, I was glad to help you with that, your flowers deserve better than my personal tending. Baby's healthy, mother's great, got everyone settled and resting, Harlequins checking in on her until she gets more help.
Came home, got cleaned up. Took a nap.
Then, promptly ushered out the door after dinner when Raymesin told me about a -boasting- contest, of all things. Tall tales! Unbelievable stories!
"Yer goin' ter that," he said, and he kissed me and put on his coat and his hat and went off to work. And me ... well. Fine then!
So I told a group of people, even a few that know the man, about how I, Raymesin Ulbran's wife, -not- a fighter, somehow manages to knock my husband out in a single blow. There were some great stories I was up against! One about some amazing feats of sailing, another about a golden duck!
Somehow ... I won? There was a money and a promise to immortalize the tale as some kind of tapestry! And then I was warned by Apollo that, "I can't be blamed if I draw him seventeen feet tall and depict you as a murderous cupcake, though."
Murderous cupcake. That's me.
Perhaps the title of one of my newest books?
Gods. What a strange, wonderful day.
How are you?
Love,
Tani
Written By Tanith
Aug. 3, 2020, 3:46 p.m.(10/10/1013 AR)
I almost killed my husband today. He didn't deserve it and I am very sorry. I think I ought to invest in some less flattering armor, maybe, because honestly I have no idea what happened.
Written By Tanith
Aug. 3, 2020, 12:14 p.m.(10/10/1013 AR)
What have I gotten myself in to.
Written By Tanith
Aug. 2, 2020, 9:21 p.m.(10/8/1013 AR)
My axe is beautiful. It cuts sharper than any insult I could deliver, balanced and well made. An honor to wield, truly.
Written By Tanith
Aug. 2, 2020, 9:21 p.m.(10/8/1013 AR)
I met Lord Porter Kennex this week, and he came by the house today; he dropped by for dinner, a standing invitation he decided to cash in. It was a good night to do so, a decent spread on the table (it's amazing what you can preserving with canning, let me tell you) with even better conversation.
Written By Tanith
July 29, 2020, 6:59 p.m.(9/28/1013 AR)
If you are both the death of me, I'm alright with that.
Written By Tanith
July 29, 2020, 2:34 p.m.(9/28/1013 AR)
Well, my streak on shocking my parents has been ruined.
Told them I'd joined the Harlequins. Neither of them was surprised.
"After your gettin' hitched, -who- you were gettin' hitched to, your publishin', your Sungreet business, your bakery- ....you gettin' involved with Death makes sense, Tanny."
There were even hugs.
Ah, well. Was fun while it lasted.
Emara can still be pissed off, though; I gotta find her and swap her pots around or something. Maybe pick one of her flowers.
What, scholar? It's not right. I gotta tweak someone in my family. All this acceptance and love needs a balance.
Told them I'd joined the Harlequins. Neither of them was surprised.
"After your gettin' hitched, -who- you were gettin' hitched to, your publishin', your Sungreet business, your bakery- ....you gettin' involved with Death makes sense, Tanny."
There were even hugs.
Ah, well. Was fun while it lasted.
Emara can still be pissed off, though; I gotta find her and swap her pots around or something. Maybe pick one of her flowers.
What, scholar? It's not right. I gotta tweak someone in my family. All this acceptance and love needs a balance.
Written By Tanith
July 19, 2020, 7:49 p.m.(9/8/1013 AR)
Do you know how long it takes to make a giant barrel of chocolate pudding?
A really, really long time.
Seriously. Hours and hours.
A really, really long time.
Seriously. Hours and hours.
Written By Tanith
July 13, 2020, 2:20 p.m.(8/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Austen
New armor -and- a new weapon, all in the same week?
I'm spoiled.
And the weapon itself ... stunning. Exquisite. If it wasn't made by Dame Ida Ferron, I'd be worried it'd fall apart, it looks more like art than an ax.
It's beautiful, all the little details, balanced, it takes to my grip and hefts like it was made for me and only me (which it was, thank you). A thoughtful gift from someone much beloved.
I'm spoiled.
And the weapon itself ... stunning. Exquisite. If it wasn't made by Dame Ida Ferron, I'd be worried it'd fall apart, it looks more like art than an ax.
It's beautiful, all the little details, balanced, it takes to my grip and hefts like it was made for me and only me (which it was, thank you). A thoughtful gift from someone much beloved.
Written By Tanith
July 13, 2020, 2:16 p.m.(8/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Raymesin
New armor requires testing it, and gods, did I. I'm going to be feeling this for at least a week, I've got handprints and bruises in places I don't usually (and scholar, that's telling you something). But I held my own for a decent amount of time, I think the husband was about as proud of it as I was even though he was the victor in the end.
Apollo Oakwood does fine work, let me tell you. When Raymesin Ulbran says he's not worried about me, having tested the armor himself? That's a recommendation you can take to the bank.
Apollo Oakwood does fine work, let me tell you. When Raymesin Ulbran says he's not worried about me, having tested the armor himself? That's a recommendation you can take to the bank.
Written By Tanith
July 12, 2020, 7:36 p.m.(8/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Sydney
I have in my position a fantastic drawn likeness of one Sydney Waterfall.
I will treasure it always.
If you've a mind to be sketched, or your friend sketched, or your lover, or your enemy, or whatever, call on Samira Culler. Worth every bit, she is. Every single bit.
I will treasure it always.
If you've a mind to be sketched, or your friend sketched, or your lover, or your enemy, or whatever, call on Samira Culler. Worth every bit, she is. Every single bit.
Written By Tanith
July 6, 2020, 8:35 p.m.(8/10/1013 AR)
I have spent so much time pickling and preserving and cooking and -baking- ... my fingers are sore and my ovens, great big swelling hot things, I just can't look at them anymore.
The kitchens at the Murder were a good place to work when I couldn't get to the bakery, we received so many shipments of food that I had to split them between the bakery and the bar, but thankfully Ray and his kinfolk stepped in. I've never seen so many Ulbrans in one place in my life, and here I saw it in two. Unnerving for sure, but mostly in a good way.
With all that food there came a lot of work, but it wasn't just my hands that saw it all through. I managed a lot, sure, barked orders, yelled a lot, but it wasn't just me that got it done.
I'm proud of what we accomplished, me and mine, and doubly proud that were managed it so well.
If I ever see a damn pickling jar again, it'll be too soon.
Bonus life lesson: everything tastes better pickled in spices. Even okra.
The kitchens at the Murder were a good place to work when I couldn't get to the bakery, we received so many shipments of food that I had to split them between the bakery and the bar, but thankfully Ray and his kinfolk stepped in. I've never seen so many Ulbrans in one place in my life, and here I saw it in two. Unnerving for sure, but mostly in a good way.
With all that food there came a lot of work, but it wasn't just my hands that saw it all through. I managed a lot, sure, barked orders, yelled a lot, but it wasn't just me that got it done.
I'm proud of what we accomplished, me and mine, and doubly proud that were managed it so well.
If I ever see a damn pickling jar again, it'll be too soon.
Bonus life lesson: everything tastes better pickled in spices. Even okra.
Written By Tanith
July 3, 2020, 9:33 p.m.(8/4/1013 AR)
Well ... shit.
To all that voted... Thank you.
To all that voted... Thank you.
Written By Tanith
June 27, 2020, 2:45 p.m.(7/20/1013 AR)
There's nothing that makes my heart warm and my face smile quite like Raymesin whistling in our kitchen while he washes dishes, our lover sitting at the table offering quiet commentary.
Married life really is quite the best.
Married life really is quite the best.
Written By Tanith
June 9, 2020, 9:43 p.m.(6/12/1013 AR)
"I'm used to fighting with my fists, Lord Commander. My weapon of choice is a barstool flung at close-range."
Written By Tanith
June 9, 2020, 12:05 a.m.(6/11/1013 AR)
I risk death coming up here. I know if I die with this bit of scrap in my hand though it will get to where it needs to be. But. I can't. I just can't sleep anywhere else.
I hope the boys understand-
Ha! World is exploding and I'm fussing the most about two men that can handle themselves just fine and have proved it time and again. My world is still small. As if I needed the reassurance; I'm pretty selfish that way sometimes.
The stars are out and it's cool up here. Summer means it isn't likely to rain. Last time I felt like this, sleeping under the sky set me straight after a few days.
The press of bodies and the smell of fear sticks everywhere. A hundred baths don't feel like enough. There's no comfort to give either, nothing to make it go away. There's never enough air. Hope is huddled around like a candle in a blizzard, too scared to feed it, too afraid to let it die.
A few days. I'll be fine then.
I hope the boys understand-
Ha! World is exploding and I'm fussing the most about two men that can handle themselves just fine and have proved it time and again. My world is still small. As if I needed the reassurance; I'm pretty selfish that way sometimes.
The stars are out and it's cool up here. Summer means it isn't likely to rain. Last time I felt like this, sleeping under the sky set me straight after a few days.
The press of bodies and the smell of fear sticks everywhere. A hundred baths don't feel like enough. There's no comfort to give either, nothing to make it go away. There's never enough air. Hope is huddled around like a candle in a blizzard, too scared to feed it, too afraid to let it die.
A few days. I'll be fine then.
Written By Tanith
June 7, 2020, 11:48 p.m.(6/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Swift
I've only just heard. You just had to die doing something brave and stupid, didn't you? Asshole.
Queen keep you, see you in the next turn, cousin.
Queen keep you, see you in the next turn, cousin.
Written By Tanith
June 1, 2020, 12:27 p.m.(5/24/1013 AR)
You hold the bleeding bits of your friend under your hands for an eternity, your mind blank as you work and hold her together. You don't know which god to beseech only that you're hoping one of them is listening. Mercy, forgiveness, begging, it cycles up in a wave that hangs impossibly high, waiting, drawing out everything you have, for hours, days, -weeks-.
And then it crashes and it drowns you. There's no time to tumble across the rocky bottom, it's just dark and you sleep.
And then it crashes and it drowns you. There's no time to tumble across the rocky bottom, it's just dark and you sleep.
Written By Tanith
May 27, 2020, 11:25 a.m.(5/14/1013 AR)
I found out today my father read my books.
He made a joke about them making fantastic propaganda material.
Not going back to my parents' house for a while. His pride was completely unnerving.
He made a joke about them making fantastic propaganda material.
Not going back to my parents' house for a while. His pride was completely unnerving.
Written By Tanith
May 26, 2020, 3:27 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
A strange day.
A -wonderful- day. But a strange day nonetheless.
Yes, scholar; that was the King's messenger. No, I'm not going to stand up, my knees are still untrustworthy; that was -not- what I was expecting the letter to say.
What a very, very strange day.
A -wonderful- day. But a strange day nonetheless.
Yes, scholar; that was the King's messenger. No, I'm not going to stand up, my knees are still untrustworthy; that was -not- what I was expecting the letter to say.
What a very, very strange day.
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