Written By Sydney
May 16, 2020, 3:52 p.m.(4/20/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
On respect, I can speak only for myself:
When you are treated by default as though you are wretched, filthy, and will pick someone's pocket or slit their throat if given a dark alleyway by a large majority of those in the wards above, it is difficult to muster the energy for mutual respect. It breeds resentment and a brittle temper at best - and at worst? You start to believe the misconception for yourself.
Your father has the right of it.
Your commentary, on the other hand, is puzzling, and I'm still trying to grasp what you mean in your statement about being 'alike'. Of course everyone in the peerage is alike. But trying to paint over divides in wealth, class, and status with a sentiment that broad is idealistic at best.
If a nobleman insults a beggar from the Lowers, he may well lose some esteem among his peers. If a beggar from the Lowers insults a nobleman, they may well lose their life. 'Accidents' have a way of happening with far greater frequency around those with the greater means to cause them, and the reach of coin far outstretches the reach of a beggar's shiv.
I think you've misconstrued the intent of your father's words, or fumbled in your delivery of your point.
Respectfully.
When you are treated by default as though you are wretched, filthy, and will pick someone's pocket or slit their throat if given a dark alleyway by a large majority of those in the wards above, it is difficult to muster the energy for mutual respect. It breeds resentment and a brittle temper at best - and at worst? You start to believe the misconception for yourself.
Your father has the right of it.
Your commentary, on the other hand, is puzzling, and I'm still trying to grasp what you mean in your statement about being 'alike'. Of course everyone in the peerage is alike. But trying to paint over divides in wealth, class, and status with a sentiment that broad is idealistic at best.
If a nobleman insults a beggar from the Lowers, he may well lose some esteem among his peers. If a beggar from the Lowers insults a nobleman, they may well lose their life. 'Accidents' have a way of happening with far greater frequency around those with the greater means to cause them, and the reach of coin far outstretches the reach of a beggar's shiv.
I think you've misconstrued the intent of your father's words, or fumbled in your delivery of your point.
Respectfully.
Written By Rymarr
April 1, 2020, 2:15 p.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
A suitable summary of my words. Another suitable summary of my previous writings would be that you're prepared to offer assurances to the other individual or group.
That no matter what, you're prepared to never give them up.
That no matter what, you're prepared to never give them up.
Written By Mirari
March 28, 2020, 1:25 p.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
I have asked this question many times, myself. As if I am cursed by Limerance to always be withheld his gaze. But, no. I have gone back and read through my own journals and I found I know the answer, at least for myself.
Love is a neutral force that can be both good and bad. Love is that moment when someone becomes a person to you. Rather than a non-entity in the backdrop of the dream that we live. I will share now a journal I wrote eight years ago, when many things were different. A journal about the now Marquessa Malespero, then Lady Pravus. If there is one person in Arvum that I love, it is Marquessa Malespro, for all that we rarely see or speak to each other these days. Indeed, love is the remembrance of a person:
"When I asked Lady Lianne about her definition of love, I did not expect to see so much of myself in her. Her eyes so curious and questioning. Striving to see and understand. I did not expect my heart to start beating the way it did. Was that love? The rush is gone now."
Love is a neutral force that can be both good and bad. Love is that moment when someone becomes a person to you. Rather than a non-entity in the backdrop of the dream that we live. I will share now a journal I wrote eight years ago, when many things were different. A journal about the now Marquessa Malespero, then Lady Pravus. If there is one person in Arvum that I love, it is Marquessa Malespro, for all that we rarely see or speak to each other these days. Indeed, love is the remembrance of a person:
"When I asked Lady Lianne about her definition of love, I did not expect to see so much of myself in her. Her eyes so curious and questioning. Striving to see and understand. I did not expect my heart to start beating the way it did. Was that love? The rush is gone now."
Written By Dycard
March 28, 2020, noon(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
RE: Love
You'll know it when you feel it, I'm told.
You'll know it when you feel it, I'm told.
Written By Iseulet
March 28, 2020, 11:15 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
Love is insanity.
Anyone that says anything else is just sugar coating it.
Not that I don't enjoy the sugar coating, or even the madness. It's the sweetest drug.
Anyone that says anything else is just sugar coating it.
Not that I don't enjoy the sugar coating, or even the madness. It's the sweetest drug.
Written By Lucene
March 28, 2020, 8:07 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
I think that's a question to have to find your own answer to, lass.
Written By Corrigan
March 28, 2020, 6:49 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
-"Is that what love is? Stupidity?"-
I think your other advisers have answered that /far/ better than I could have, sweetheart.
I think your other advisers have answered that /far/ better than I could have, sweetheart.
Written By Vitalis
March 28, 2020, 2:59 a.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
Messere Mirari asked this question not long ago and my answer is the same:
Resonance. Sacrifice.
Resonance. Sacrifice.
Written By Miranda
March 27, 2020, 8:49 p.m.(1/4/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
I don't know if we've met Revell, but love...
Love is that moment when another enters the room and it changes your world.
Even if just for that moment.
It's the sound of a voice that comforts you in the dark.
The comfort of arms holding you tight when you cry.
The laughter shared, the kind, especially, that brings tears of joy to your eyes.
Love is grief so deep you can't stand it another day, but you must. To forget that love is to kill a part of yourself. To forget or ignore it is to cripple a part of your heart in a way that may never be mended properly.
Love is a horrible argument that leaves you in sobbing tears.
Love is quiet moments before a fire.
Love is supporting each other.
Love is complete acceptance.
Love is not fitting just one person in your heart.
Love can be many people.
Love doesn't care about what is right or wrong.
It just is.
Love lifts your heart so high you feel like you're soaring.
Love rips and tears at your heart when you least expect it.
Love is feeling. Love is feeling it all. The good. The bad. The sad. The happy. The fear. The courage.
Love is wrapping yourself up in everything it is, accepting it, pain and all.
Love just is.
Love is that moment when another enters the room and it changes your world.
Even if just for that moment.
It's the sound of a voice that comforts you in the dark.
The comfort of arms holding you tight when you cry.
The laughter shared, the kind, especially, that brings tears of joy to your eyes.
Love is grief so deep you can't stand it another day, but you must. To forget that love is to kill a part of yourself. To forget or ignore it is to cripple a part of your heart in a way that may never be mended properly.
Love is a horrible argument that leaves you in sobbing tears.
Love is quiet moments before a fire.
Love is supporting each other.
Love is complete acceptance.
Love is not fitting just one person in your heart.
Love can be many people.
Love doesn't care about what is right or wrong.
It just is.
Love lifts your heart so high you feel like you're soaring.
Love rips and tears at your heart when you least expect it.
Love is feeling. Love is feeling it all. The good. The bad. The sad. The happy. The fear. The courage.
Love is wrapping yourself up in everything it is, accepting it, pain and all.
Love just is.
Written By Rymarr
March 27, 2020, 2:12 p.m.(1/3/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
Love has rules and all involved must know them. Everyone involved must be fully committed to the love. Feelings should be freely expressed, supported by understanding.
Both parties should strive to always persist. Every opportunity should be taken to be reliable. Loyalty abounds when both parties never abandon the other. Love shouldn't result in tears. When tears inevitably happen, it should never end in a final farewell. It should always be built on a foundation of truth and care.
Infatuation is fleeting, but love takes time to build. Love shouldn't be timid, but bold. Don't hold back when there's an ache in your chest. All involved should know what the other is feeling and know what they're getting into. Feelings shouldn't need to be sought out, they should be plainly visible and freely provided.
Both parties should strive to always persist. Every opportunity should be taken to be reliable. Loyalty abounds when both parties never abandon the other. Love shouldn't result in tears. When tears inevitably happen, it should never end in a final farewell. It should always be built on a foundation of truth and care.
Infatuation is fleeting, but love takes time to build. Love shouldn't be timid, but bold. Don't hold back when there's an ache in your chest. All involved should know what the other is feeling and know what they're getting into. Feelings shouldn't need to be sought out, they should be plainly visible and freely provided.
Written By Dycard
March 21, 2020, 8:52 p.m.(12/20/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
It is with pride that I announce in my Whites that I have taken the florist Revell Crownsworn - or simply, Revell - under my wing as my Protege.
She may make missteps - as do we all. As her Patron I accept those missteps as my own, and ask that members of the peerage look kindly on them and her inexperience, both when interacting with Nobility and in general in terms of the cultural melting pot that is our Capital.
If Revell makes a mistake that does not outright breach a law of the Compact, I ask that my fellow Peers take it up with me where possible, although of course the right to correct a commoner is one that all Nobles have. She is an intelligent woman and a quick study, who I genuinely believe wishes to fit in in our city.
I look forward to the fruits of her labours benefiting both me and family, and hope that in return, my vouching for the calibre of her character carries some weight among my peers.
She may make missteps - as do we all. As her Patron I accept those missteps as my own, and ask that members of the peerage look kindly on them and her inexperience, both when interacting with Nobility and in general in terms of the cultural melting pot that is our Capital.
If Revell makes a mistake that does not outright breach a law of the Compact, I ask that my fellow Peers take it up with me where possible, although of course the right to correct a commoner is one that all Nobles have. She is an intelligent woman and a quick study, who I genuinely believe wishes to fit in in our city.
I look forward to the fruits of her labours benefiting both me and family, and hope that in return, my vouching for the calibre of her character carries some weight among my peers.
Written By Esme
March 21, 2020, 3:12 p.m.(12/20/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
Well that just went badly.
I'm sorry. Truly
I'm sorry. Truly
Written By Sydney
March 14, 2020, 5:56 p.m.(12/6/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
Don't take it personally. Korka is incapable of this emotion called 'Like', so far as I can tell.
Written By Dycard
March 13, 2020, 3:18 p.m.(12/4/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
Revell, you have a big heart, and that's something I genuinely, from the bottom of mine, admire.
Unfortunately the messages from that heart seem to have a direct route to your mouth, without going via your head first.
Be careful, or it's going to get you hurt someday.
Unfortunately the messages from that heart seem to have a direct route to your mouth, without going via your head first.
Be careful, or it's going to get you hurt someday.
Written By Sydney
March 3, 2020, 12:18 p.m.(11/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
I assure you, only half of my confidence is an act. That's a rather high value, I'd say, by most measures.
Written By Dianna
Feb. 27, 2020, 5:04 p.m.(11/2/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
I am increasingly proud to have taken Revell as my protege - for, anyone can make mistakes (and we all do - sometimes, several times a day), but not everyone is brave enough to admit when they make them, nor strong enough to try to change.
This woman, though, is thoughtful - of herself, of others -- and of flowers.
First impressions aren't always correct; but, so far, I have not found mine to be wrong about Revell.
Perceptions are our own, we must remember, and not necessarily reflective of the truth. Seeking truth, however, is a constant meditation.
This woman, though, is thoughtful - of herself, of others -- and of flowers.
First impressions aren't always correct; but, so far, I have not found mine to be wrong about Revell.
Perceptions are our own, we must remember, and not necessarily reflective of the truth. Seeking truth, however, is a constant meditation.
Written By Dianna
Feb. 26, 2020, 7:44 p.m.(10/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
I am very proud to write in my journals that I have taken my very first protege, Revell.
She is very honest, very open with her thoughts and very innocent in her mistakes, having not meant in the least to offend any with her forthrightness. She has also accepted my offer of patronage as part of her penitence, that I may better teach her what she lacks in understanding of the Faith.
I shall hope that those who read her journals may come to some understanding and compassion regarding someone who truly means no harm to any - particularly to the gods. And I shall work that those who yet do not understand her may come to have compassion upon her, as it is not rare for many to misunderstand the workings and ways of the gods. For some, like my protege, the understanding comes slowly; and yet, her desire to learn is as true and earnest as is her every word.
She is very honest, very open with her thoughts and very innocent in her mistakes, having not meant in the least to offend any with her forthrightness. She has also accepted my offer of patronage as part of her penitence, that I may better teach her what she lacks in understanding of the Faith.
I shall hope that those who read her journals may come to some understanding and compassion regarding someone who truly means no harm to any - particularly to the gods. And I shall work that those who yet do not understand her may come to have compassion upon her, as it is not rare for many to misunderstand the workings and ways of the gods. For some, like my protege, the understanding comes slowly; and yet, her desire to learn is as true and earnest as is her every word.
Written By Valdemar
Feb. 26, 2020, 1:43 p.m.(10/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
Goodwoman Revell, it seems that you still misunderstand the purpose of the meditation that you attended. Whatever weakness or negative emotion someone may bring up during that ritual, that is the purpose of it, rather than the cause of said emotion. Too often, we hide those aspects of ourselves, enough that we will even lie to ourselves about their existence. By focusing on the cause, rather than the existence of those things within us, we risk false justification for the negative emotions that we may be prone to in general.
Take, for instance, the feeling that many were expressing at the ritual you attended: anger. Many words were used for it, but that is what it was. Now, say I was angry that day because of the weather. It was too warm, and being sweaty pisses me off. The next time I attend such a ritual, I am angry again, this time because my breakfast was late that morning. A third time, I am angry yet again, this time because a passing carriage ran through a puddle and splashed water on me. Does the problem here seem to be with the various causes of my anger, or something withing myself?
Take, for instance, the feeling that many were expressing at the ritual you attended: anger. Many words were used for it, but that is what it was. Now, say I was angry that day because of the weather. It was too warm, and being sweaty pisses me off. The next time I attend such a ritual, I am angry again, this time because my breakfast was late that morning. A third time, I am angry yet again, this time because a passing carriage ran through a puddle and splashed water on me. Does the problem here seem to be with the various causes of my anger, or something withing myself?
Written By Dycard
Feb. 24, 2020, 12:12 p.m.(10/23/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
You are a curious woman, Revell.
At first glance, I took you to be no more than a 'flower girl' - a stereotype that typically summarises not only a profession, but a personality, an ethos. Shame on me for making such a judgement.
Instead, you are clearly more than that. You're outspoken, but that doesn't do the idea justice - you speak your mind without reservation (albeit with a great deal of post-speech nerves), you actively despise duplicity and self-suppression. You drag lies, doubt and hesitation kicking and screaming into the light, and that is a rare quality.
It does make you a potentially problematic friend to have around as you drag -my- hesitation and subtlety into the light (with the gentle touch of a rum-soaked Thraxian in a chinashop), but perhaps that is good for me, in the long run.
What made you this way, one has to wonder? Perhaps in time, -that- will be dragged out and revealed.
At first glance, I took you to be no more than a 'flower girl' - a stereotype that typically summarises not only a profession, but a personality, an ethos. Shame on me for making such a judgement.
Instead, you are clearly more than that. You're outspoken, but that doesn't do the idea justice - you speak your mind without reservation (albeit with a great deal of post-speech nerves), you actively despise duplicity and self-suppression. You drag lies, doubt and hesitation kicking and screaming into the light, and that is a rare quality.
It does make you a potentially problematic friend to have around as you drag -my- hesitation and subtlety into the light (with the gentle touch of a rum-soaked Thraxian in a chinashop), but perhaps that is good for me, in the long run.
What made you this way, one has to wonder? Perhaps in time, -that- will be dragged out and revealed.
Written By Dianna
Feb. 23, 2020, 8:37 p.m.(10/22/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
Gods know I wish I could be as honest and open as is this young maiden whom I met, who loves and professes to speak the language of flowers. It is very likely that she does, as well; with all I've known and seen, such a gift would hardly surprise me.
She's lovely company; so very refreshing to hear someone who thinks nothing of uttering her every thought, who keeps neither secrets from herself nor others.
We are all ourselves, though, as I keep reminding myself. Truths are truths; and concessions must be made.
White Journals, regrettably, cannot bear the weight of all things, of all events and thoughts and words - nor, truly, all feelings; and so, there are Black Journals, places where we hide ourselves, our truths - in some ineffable sense of protection for ourselves and those we love.
I hate them, though. I will write it here and now for all to know: I hate the necessity of writing in a Black Journal.
Perhaps it is a strange thing for a Third Reflection to feel, to write, to give freely; but I loathe the fact that I must keep secrets at all.
And yet, I keep them, will continue keeping them, guilt-ridden both in the keeping and in the desire to reveal.
I'm quite sure that there is nothing worse than being pulled in such a way by two sides of an argument. And yet, it is my task and my way - as Third Reflection to Tehom, a Mirrormask with eternity bouncing back-and-forth within my head.
At least, I can see and revel in the innocence and purity in her.
She's lovely company; so very refreshing to hear someone who thinks nothing of uttering her every thought, who keeps neither secrets from herself nor others.
We are all ourselves, though, as I keep reminding myself. Truths are truths; and concessions must be made.
White Journals, regrettably, cannot bear the weight of all things, of all events and thoughts and words - nor, truly, all feelings; and so, there are Black Journals, places where we hide ourselves, our truths - in some ineffable sense of protection for ourselves and those we love.
I hate them, though. I will write it here and now for all to know: I hate the necessity of writing in a Black Journal.
Perhaps it is a strange thing for a Third Reflection to feel, to write, to give freely; but I loathe the fact that I must keep secrets at all.
And yet, I keep them, will continue keeping them, guilt-ridden both in the keeping and in the desire to reveal.
I'm quite sure that there is nothing worse than being pulled in such a way by two sides of an argument. And yet, it is my task and my way - as Third Reflection to Tehom, a Mirrormask with eternity bouncing back-and-forth within my head.
At least, I can see and revel in the innocence and purity in her.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.