Written By Zakhar
March 13, 2021, 12:32 p.m.(2/9/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Lasha
It might be time to follow the next leg of this journey. Much to Lasha's glee, gods scholar, I can see his smile beaming from ear to ear when I say this out loud.
Thank you to the medics and doctors over the last couple of months. I'm sorry to have caused everyone worry.
Lassies Clarissies (Lady Clarisse Charon), Lady Kalani Seliki, Lady Mabessells (Mabelle) Laurent, Docteries Lassies (Lady Medeia Eswynd), Lady Ivy Blackram, and countless others that have worked on keeping me on this side of the veil.
Thank you to the medics and doctors over the last couple of months. I'm sorry to have caused everyone worry.
Lassies Clarissies (Lady Clarisse Charon), Lady Kalani Seliki, Lady Mabessells (Mabelle) Laurent, Docteries Lassies (Lady Medeia Eswynd), Lady Ivy Blackram, and countless others that have worked on keeping me on this side of the veil.
Written By Zakhar
March 10, 2021, 10:17 p.m.(2/4/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Lasha
I may have found another direction to run within. Only time will tell. Know that you're coming with me in this direction, and if we prosper. Then I can shower you in all of the jewelry of my carvings.
Written By Zakhar
March 7, 2021, 2:47 a.m.(1/24/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Lasha
In the briefest of moments a vision of the horizon was one mixed with both beauty and danger.
The seas set ablaze by ships clustered too close together in the heat of the battle that was raging on.
Both reds and oranges set atop of a pitch billowing black filling the view.
A spray of red, not from the sea, but from the decks upon which I stood.
Watching sailors dive for cover, believing safety to be found in the waters below versus to stay upon the upper panels and surrender.
A sharp pain brought me back to the moment.
The noises flooding back in, mistaking a scream for laughter...
or maybe that was me...
My strength to continue will never falter. Despite those around me that love and care for me.
I'm never in the right state of mind. My stubbornness..
Watching the horizon today, I was reminded of the beauty that is always around us.
From my view, a painting of deep dark blues lashing with white capped spray so strong that it was both felt and smelled from meters away. Washing away the scent of death merely inches away. Bodies lain atop another, the living diving for safety only to be greeted by another lashing. One of a bright and intense heat bringing colors only seen upon the best sunsets, or during war.
Today I was reminded of my love of this moment. The one that has kept me in this position for as long as I have been here. As I keep getting up. I keep coming back.
And I will fight to come back each time.
The seas set ablaze by ships clustered too close together in the heat of the battle that was raging on.
Both reds and oranges set atop of a pitch billowing black filling the view.
A spray of red, not from the sea, but from the decks upon which I stood.
Watching sailors dive for cover, believing safety to be found in the waters below versus to stay upon the upper panels and surrender.
A sharp pain brought me back to the moment.
The noises flooding back in, mistaking a scream for laughter...
or maybe that was me...
My strength to continue will never falter. Despite those around me that love and care for me.
I'm never in the right state of mind. My stubbornness..
Watching the horizon today, I was reminded of the beauty that is always around us.
From my view, a painting of deep dark blues lashing with white capped spray so strong that it was both felt and smelled from meters away. Washing away the scent of death merely inches away. Bodies lain atop another, the living diving for safety only to be greeted by another lashing. One of a bright and intense heat bringing colors only seen upon the best sunsets, or during war.
Today I was reminded of my love of this moment. The one that has kept me in this position for as long as I have been here. As I keep getting up. I keep coming back.
And I will fight to come back each time.
Written By Zakhar
Feb. 6, 2021, 2:29 a.m.(11/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Lasha
I may be an idiot, but I'm your idiot.
Written By Zakhar
Jan. 26, 2021, 2:48 p.m.(10/26/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Lasha
Tree. Stoic. Generous.
Written By Orland
Dec. 1, 2020, 2:15 a.m.(6/25/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Lasha
Thoughts of a Friend, Patron, and ....
A sudden clash found us at odds. But then, we're not, not now. It took long conversations to devise a way to get around the unfortunate first impressions. We talked. Of family. I was abandoned in a different way than he, but my life, could have been his, and his could have been mine. The way we are is how we were spat out by the Wheel. Still, I will never know what it is to have experiences of a mother or father, so I can't relate to many stories he's told. Not understanding that I can't understand, has lead to some interesting nights.
Truthfully, he reminded me I abandoned the other type of family as much as I was abandoned, myself. It was hard to accept, harder to hear, but upon running into Culler's who didn't like my silks (but what do they know of fashion), it was easier to accept what I did and then I understood. I made decisions, for me. I got myself where I am. I made the Choices. What of those that abandoned me? Where they forced to make Choices, for their own survival? Would they be out there wondering what had befallen me?
No, I tell myself, that is a fantasy.
Lasha allowed me to live it for a few moments in that fantasy, before the haze wore off and I made him my protege.
A sudden clash found us at odds. But then, we're not, not now. It took long conversations to devise a way to get around the unfortunate first impressions. We talked. Of family. I was abandoned in a different way than he, but my life, could have been his, and his could have been mine. The way we are is how we were spat out by the Wheel. Still, I will never know what it is to have experiences of a mother or father, so I can't relate to many stories he's told. Not understanding that I can't understand, has lead to some interesting nights.
Truthfully, he reminded me I abandoned the other type of family as much as I was abandoned, myself. It was hard to accept, harder to hear, but upon running into Culler's who didn't like my silks (but what do they know of fashion), it was easier to accept what I did and then I understood. I made decisions, for me. I got myself where I am. I made the Choices. What of those that abandoned me? Where they forced to make Choices, for their own survival? Would they be out there wondering what had befallen me?
No, I tell myself, that is a fantasy.
Lasha allowed me to live it for a few moments in that fantasy, before the haze wore off and I made him my protege.
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