Written By Raja
July 25, 2022, 5:52 p.m.(1/26/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravna
He taught me so much. I admit that I miss him, but I hope the winds are treating him well in his travels.
Written By Sloane
Dec. 15, 2020, 8:34 a.m.(7/26/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravna
Who ARE you? I need a dozen more. A pantheon for the ages.
Written By Orick
Nov. 23, 2020, 8:25 a.m.(6/10/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravna
I daresay, you can't disappear yet... I still owe you that drink and we've so very much to discuss! Don't leave promised liquor to languish unimbibed and forgotten, that's practically abusive!
Written By Raja
July 26, 2020, 9:50 p.m.(9/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravna
He is my husband to be! He is the love of my life. He is responsible for dragging me away from my pit of despair and loneliness. Sure, I have family, but it isn't the same as having someone to hold me close and whisper beautiful things into my ear.
Written By Ida
May 27, 2020, 6:32 p.m.(5/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravna
Y'know, reading the whites lately and seeing your name popping up after not seeing it for a few years is... I'm trying to find the right word here, because 'delightful' seems too pansy to use and 'nice' might sound sarcastic. Nifty. That's a good word. It's pretty nifty.
Written By Eirene
May 26, 2020, 12:31 p.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravna
One of the few people I know who can curse as creatively as I can, if not better than me. We served together in a recent engagement and he's a crazy mother fucker; I have to admire that even if it will mean he ends up in my care often.
Written By Dianna
May 24, 2020, 1:11 a.m.(5/7/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravna
...Yes, you may scribe this for me; with my thanks.
I know you think he's mad, but he's not. He makes perfect sense, if one can slip away from the need to construct thoughts, sentences in the way one expects them to be constructed. ...Yes, I was, indeed, brought up to construct sentences in a specific and precise way; but it helps very little for others to understand my meanings, I have learned; and, perhaps, it is the fact that others find him mad that makes him more acceptable, palatable to others. You laugh, but that, alone, is better than raging - is it not? Better than crying over words you think you understand, that break your heart - only to come to find, at some point in the future, that you had mistaken their meaning, had tossed aside someone you loved?
I have, indeed, done both; and I have had both done to me. I prefer the mad glee of my beloved Culler, who loves me with such freedom, it is very likely mad; but I'd be a fool not to love him in return, and a greater fool, yet, if I was to discard him.
...Reputations are not everything, my dear. Reputations are but the ideas others have of us, and do not, necessarily, reflect Truths. Come, now; surely, in all your days and nights of listening to others spill their thoughts to you, in all of your many years of service to Vellichor, in all of the wild and wondrous things you read from days of yore, you know as well as I how this is true.
Why, reputations are like the dreams from which we wake, in which we think, are incredibly sure that we know - for instance - that a great and terrible battle has occurred, and we ~believe~ that this idea is entirely true, for we bear the marks of a great and terrible battle: bruises, broken bones, headaches and such.
But we know, too, that we cannot, must not believe everything our minds deign to allow us to see - nor to believe that what our minds deign for us to see is all that can be seen.
Some things, and often the greatest Truths of all, remain hidden from view, from knowing. At least for now.
Such is the nature of life. At least, for now; and likely, for all times - lest we fall into the temptation of believing we know all things, when we do not; lest we fall into the temptation of believing others know our thoughts, our hearts, when they see but fragments.
I know you think he's mad, but he's not. He makes perfect sense, if one can slip away from the need to construct thoughts, sentences in the way one expects them to be constructed. ...Yes, I was, indeed, brought up to construct sentences in a specific and precise way; but it helps very little for others to understand my meanings, I have learned; and, perhaps, it is the fact that others find him mad that makes him more acceptable, palatable to others. You laugh, but that, alone, is better than raging - is it not? Better than crying over words you think you understand, that break your heart - only to come to find, at some point in the future, that you had mistaken their meaning, had tossed aside someone you loved?
I have, indeed, done both; and I have had both done to me. I prefer the mad glee of my beloved Culler, who loves me with such freedom, it is very likely mad; but I'd be a fool not to love him in return, and a greater fool, yet, if I was to discard him.
...Reputations are not everything, my dear. Reputations are but the ideas others have of us, and do not, necessarily, reflect Truths. Come, now; surely, in all your days and nights of listening to others spill their thoughts to you, in all of your many years of service to Vellichor, in all of the wild and wondrous things you read from days of yore, you know as well as I how this is true.
Why, reputations are like the dreams from which we wake, in which we think, are incredibly sure that we know - for instance - that a great and terrible battle has occurred, and we ~believe~ that this idea is entirely true, for we bear the marks of a great and terrible battle: bruises, broken bones, headaches and such.
But we know, too, that we cannot, must not believe everything our minds deign to allow us to see - nor to believe that what our minds deign for us to see is all that can be seen.
Some things, and often the greatest Truths of all, remain hidden from view, from knowing. At least for now.
Such is the nature of life. At least, for now; and likely, for all times - lest we fall into the temptation of believing we know all things, when we do not; lest we fall into the temptation of believing others know our thoughts, our hearts, when they see but fragments.
Written By Raja
May 3, 2020, 10:32 p.m.(3/23/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravna
He is my brother. Well, not a real brother, but brother enough. We just happened to be watched after and 'raised' by the same Culler. We were both adopted. He's a bit crazy at times, but the one thing about Ravna is he is really good at making me change my perspective on things. I tend to be dark and forlorn, but not him. He is full of life and childish joy. I envy him.
Written By Acacia
June 6, 2016, 7:36 p.m.(9/10/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravna
Ravna? Tch. What did he do this time? Ravna has a certain aura which draws people in. It's the damndest thing, really. Perhaps with anyone else, some of his antics would get him killed early, and I'm not saying that won't happen at some point or another either. But generally speaking? People find it interesting, curious, even charming sometimes? He has a way with words and stories which are just outlandish enough to wonder if they're actually true or if he's merely mincing things around. But either way, he's a Culler, in some way or another, and that's the only true important thing, isn't it?
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