Written By Duarte
Jan. 11, 2024, 6:24 a.m.(7/14/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Ennettia
Journal
In the months leading up to my venture to Halfway House, I found myself fallen for the lady, Ennettia Igniseri, born to House Saik. I met her in the Velenosan Ward on a springtime day picnicing on a yellow blanket beneath the warm, cloudless sky. Her eyes were a brilliant hazel that seemed half asleep to the world for the strain of keeping them open would be much too efforty an endeavor. Her skin an olive compexion that reminded me of home. Her hair a deep, dark brown visible beneath the sun but in other settings it was a lovely black. But it wasn't her figure or form that was captivating. It was how she moved - or didn't move much. Her grace was defined by effortlessness, except hers was not a practiced perfection. It was effortlessness in its raw form - truly, no effort, whatsoever. I'm not being poetic.
Ennettia is the most honest person I have ever met, and I endlessly adored her for it. She was determined to revel in life's simplicities and anything just out of reach was a reach too far and she could skip it. She would not skimp on luxury. Her very being demanded service to her indolence. My gods was she charming.
She never walked, she drifted. She never sat, she lazed. She never laid down, she would sort of fall into the furniture and drape over it. I would toy with her languid proclivities. When we would drink together, I would place her cup just a finger's nail out of reach - knowing it would be too far. Or I would present it to her lips, to save her the strength of holding the glass herself.
She was not without depth. And her life was not easy as it seemed. I trust in her way she did work for the lifestyle she came to enjoy, and once attained with a sufficient degree of opulence, she was content to soak in it forever. And her life was not without its tragedy. Born of Saik, she married to Igniseri and bore a son. Though the marriage was political in its nature, like so many she grew a fondness for her husband and was tragically widowed. She was a kind and patient mother, but also knew there was a reason nannies and tutors were on hire and gladly let them to their work. Her mind was sharp. Her wit could cut a man to size with words carelessly offered to the wind without so much of a turn of the head lest her comfort be impacted. She enjoyed puzzles, and was great with numbers, and was studious. I suspect, anything she could do whilst reclined with a bowl of fruit nearby - or better yet - offered to her mouth by a servant - was a thing in which she excelled. And you always knew where you stood with Ennettia, for it would be just too much work to play pretend. But it would also be too much work to loathe - she seemed to get along with most. Like anyone, she had her limits and when I explored these her warnings would be sharp and I would relent, for I loved her.
She attained to herself a contentment and complacency that any might envy. Her joy in life once acquired was simple. She was easy to be around. A person who required only not to be bored, there was no need for masks or shadows or flamboyance. She liked to talk. And she liked her comforts. Ennettia was an end out of grasp. And if I had to do it again, I would sacrifice everything that came after to return to that comfort found in the luxury of languorous simplicity.
In the months leading up to my venture to Halfway House, I found myself fallen for the lady, Ennettia Igniseri, born to House Saik. I met her in the Velenosan Ward on a springtime day picnicing on a yellow blanket beneath the warm, cloudless sky. Her eyes were a brilliant hazel that seemed half asleep to the world for the strain of keeping them open would be much too efforty an endeavor. Her skin an olive compexion that reminded me of home. Her hair a deep, dark brown visible beneath the sun but in other settings it was a lovely black. But it wasn't her figure or form that was captivating. It was how she moved - or didn't move much. Her grace was defined by effortlessness, except hers was not a practiced perfection. It was effortlessness in its raw form - truly, no effort, whatsoever. I'm not being poetic.
Ennettia is the most honest person I have ever met, and I endlessly adored her for it. She was determined to revel in life's simplicities and anything just out of reach was a reach too far and she could skip it. She would not skimp on luxury. Her very being demanded service to her indolence. My gods was she charming.
She never walked, she drifted. She never sat, she lazed. She never laid down, she would sort of fall into the furniture and drape over it. I would toy with her languid proclivities. When we would drink together, I would place her cup just a finger's nail out of reach - knowing it would be too far. Or I would present it to her lips, to save her the strength of holding the glass herself.
She was not without depth. And her life was not easy as it seemed. I trust in her way she did work for the lifestyle she came to enjoy, and once attained with a sufficient degree of opulence, she was content to soak in it forever. And her life was not without its tragedy. Born of Saik, she married to Igniseri and bore a son. Though the marriage was political in its nature, like so many she grew a fondness for her husband and was tragically widowed. She was a kind and patient mother, but also knew there was a reason nannies and tutors were on hire and gladly let them to their work. Her mind was sharp. Her wit could cut a man to size with words carelessly offered to the wind without so much of a turn of the head lest her comfort be impacted. She enjoyed puzzles, and was great with numbers, and was studious. I suspect, anything she could do whilst reclined with a bowl of fruit nearby - or better yet - offered to her mouth by a servant - was a thing in which she excelled. And you always knew where you stood with Ennettia, for it would be just too much work to play pretend. But it would also be too much work to loathe - she seemed to get along with most. Like anyone, she had her limits and when I explored these her warnings would be sharp and I would relent, for I loved her.
She attained to herself a contentment and complacency that any might envy. Her joy in life once acquired was simple. She was easy to be around. A person who required only not to be bored, there was no need for masks or shadows or flamboyance. She liked to talk. And she liked her comforts. Ennettia was an end out of grasp. And if I had to do it again, I would sacrifice everything that came after to return to that comfort found in the luxury of languorous simplicity.
Written By Duarte
Sept. 3, 2018, 3:40 a.m.(7/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ennettia
Though months have passed since we last spoke it felt as normal as the rising sun to sit and speak with her again. I could not be happier that Lady Ennettia has returned from her trip abroad.
Written By Mirari
May 13, 2018, 1:08 p.m.(9/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ennettia
I have met this fine Lady on several occasions and she has become, very quickly, one of my favorite people. I hope to learn her quiet way of lounging on any horizontal surface. No matter how many lessons, I have a feeling I'll never be quite as languid as she is.
Written By Emily
March 25, 2018, 7:07 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ennettia
Drink thief!
Granted I am not overly upset by this action though I find it all together amusing. The Lady Ennettia is a rather singular personality and I find her to be something of eclectic soul. I am certain there is likely more but I will need to spend a great deal more time getting to know her. An endeavor that I will likely enjoy and not find a chore in the slightest.
Next time she wants to drink, she has only to ask but then that would take away the joy of thieving.
Granted I am not overly upset by this action though I find it all together amusing. The Lady Ennettia is a rather singular personality and I find her to be something of eclectic soul. I am certain there is likely more but I will need to spend a great deal more time getting to know her. An endeavor that I will likely enjoy and not find a chore in the slightest.
Next time she wants to drink, she has only to ask but then that would take away the joy of thieving.
Written By Joscelin
March 22, 2018, 1:22 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ennettia
We are bound together by the bonds of 'shine. I have your humbler moments preserved in pristine condition in my mind. I will pull out the memory and shake it out now and then and lay it before you to make you laugh. Feel free to do the same with some of my more awkward moments last evening.
Valery has some amazing hang-over cure. I'll send you some.
Valery has some amazing hang-over cure. I'll send you some.
Written By Jasper
March 16, 2018, 7:12 p.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ennettia
It seems your words have been recorded by a Scholar of Vellichor against your word. At least, for all observable purposes. If this has offended you, please allow me to urge you to report the scribe's name to the Archscholar Bianca Wyrmguard so that proper punishment may be dealt, whatever that may be.
Written By Orazio
March 16, 2018, 3:44 p.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ennettia
An old friend from the South warn--informed me that one of my relations was visiting the city. And when I look into the matter, it seems that is the dear Ennettia, and she is joining the Inquisition. I dearly wish that I could capture the sound of my laughter, for then I could send a letter to Prince Laric containing nothing but.
Welcome to Arx, Lady Ennettia. We should have dinner at some point.
Welcome to Arx, Lady Ennettia. We should have dinner at some point.
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