Written By Aeryn
Feb. 26, 2018, 4:30 a.m.(4/6/1008 AR)
Back off to Artshall I go to see my mother. She and I both miss each other very much, and I have yet to introduce her to Feodor. My description of him has only confused her. So! Maybe I'll be back soon, Arx. I'm glad I could help where I could in these troubling times.
Written By Aeryn
Feb. 23, 2018, 11:07 a.m.(4/1/1008 AR)
Spring has sprung! Change is in the air and the birds return, as well as the plants begin to awaken in the Botanical Gardens!
I think it might be time to try to find a husband now. And maybe write some poetry and song and be inspired. Oh, and to study of course!
I think it might be time to try to find a husband now. And maybe write some poetry and song and be inspired. Oh, and to study of course!
Written By Aeryn
Feb. 23, 2018, 4:37 a.m.(3/28/1008 AR)
I couldn't make it to First Bloom. (I'm very sad about this).
But! I have placed some white lilies in the forest in celebration.
It still counts a day later right?
But! I have placed some white lilies in the forest in celebration.
It still counts a day later right?
Written By Aeryn
Feb. 15, 2018, 11:15 a.m.(3/7/1008 AR)
First Bloom is coming! First Bloom is coming!
My most favorite of all holidays!
Archlector Roran is doing a thing for it! I can't wait!
My most favorite of all holidays!
Archlector Roran is doing a thing for it! I can't wait!
Written By Aeryn
Feb. 14, 2018, 6:52 a.m.(3/4/1008 AR)
The other night, I was on the Beaches, playing my lute and I half remembered a tune that I thought the lyrics to went something like this... I take absolutely no credit for the words here. It was merely half remembered. It was really popular in Artshall when I was a kid! Lets see...
No matter how hard I try
You keep pushing me aside
And I can't break through
There's no talking to you
It's so sad that you're leaving
It takes time to believe it
But after all is said and done
You're gonna be the lonely one
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
What am I supposed to do
Sit around and wait for you
Well I can't do that
And there's no turning back
I need time to move on
I need a love to feel strong
Cause I've got time to think it through
And maybe I'm too good for you
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
-- The rest is lost. Hmm. I'll have to think some more. Maybe later!
((OOC Yes I just Cher'd it up))
No matter how hard I try
You keep pushing me aside
And I can't break through
There's no talking to you
It's so sad that you're leaving
It takes time to believe it
But after all is said and done
You're gonna be the lonely one
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
What am I supposed to do
Sit around and wait for you
Well I can't do that
And there's no turning back
I need time to move on
I need a love to feel strong
Cause I've got time to think it through
And maybe I'm too good for you
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don't think you're strong enough
-- The rest is lost. Hmm. I'll have to think some more. Maybe later!
((OOC Yes I just Cher'd it up))
Written By Aeryn
Feb. 5, 2018, 1:48 a.m.(2/14/1008 AR)
So proud of my family and everyone that participated in the tournament right now.. I regret I couldnt make it!
Written By Aeryn
Jan. 29, 2018, 7:55 a.m.(1/21/1008 AR)
House Laurent is known for its ridiculously amazing, fabulously spectacular honey. Boy, do we love the stuff!
I /was/ going to have a bakesale, but after eating half and giving the other half away, I have decided maybe it's not the best idea... No one wants to go to an empty bakesale!
So I have written a cookbook! It contains 15 of House Laurent's most TREASURED (and some say secret) recipes - sure to many any meal one to remember.
I ask 5 Writs (Economic or Military) - and all proceeds go to funding House Laurent's war efforts.
Please send all inquiries to me, Aeryn Laurent, and I will see to it that you receive your book as quickly as possible!
It's a 3-Part set, and illustrated! ((OOC: I made it very pretty, and yes there are 15 REAL recipes in there)).
In other news - I'm also working on a 10-Part set on 'The Language of Flowers'. It will be slightly more expensive, but also as part of a campaign to help the House! More details forthcoming.
I /was/ going to have a bakesale, but after eating half and giving the other half away, I have decided maybe it's not the best idea... No one wants to go to an empty bakesale!
So I have written a cookbook! It contains 15 of House Laurent's most TREASURED (and some say secret) recipes - sure to many any meal one to remember.
I ask 5 Writs (Economic or Military) - and all proceeds go to funding House Laurent's war efforts.
Please send all inquiries to me, Aeryn Laurent, and I will see to it that you receive your book as quickly as possible!
It's a 3-Part set, and illustrated! ((OOC: I made it very pretty, and yes there are 15 REAL recipes in there)).
In other news - I'm also working on a 10-Part set on 'The Language of Flowers'. It will be slightly more expensive, but also as part of a campaign to help the House! More details forthcoming.
Written By Aeryn
Jan. 26, 2018, 5:35 p.m.(1/16/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Fairen
Of course men can be flowers!
What would you be?
What would you be?
Written By Aeryn
Jan. 26, 2018, 5:17 p.m.(1/16/1008 AR)
All this talk about flowers and symbols... Reminds me of another happy memory!
I know what flower I would be!
My father, when I was a child, went south to the Lyceum and brought back a rather withered, strange looking branch as a gift for me. I remember thinking, why would my father bring back a branch as a gift. It was confusing. I mean, I was only about 8 years old and it looked like a gray sausage. What on earth was he thinking? I asked him as much, and he laughed and told me it was still alive, all it needed was some water and sunlight.
So I put it in a vase and then placed it beside my bed. And quite honestly, I forgot about it.
About a month later though? The branch had sprouted roots and was getting green at the top with little buds that eventually turned into leaves once I planted it. As a matter of fact, I put it right outside of my room - it was actually the tree from which Littlefoot sang to me every morning - but I'm getting a little off topic!
I told my father, "Look! It's growing just as you said!"
"They'll be beautiful flowers next year - just wait." I only wondered what was so great about it, and let it slip my mind, but I weathered an entire year. The curiosity didn't exactly eat me alive. Actually I forgot about it until one night in my room, as spring was turning into summer, I smelled the most beautiful fragrance -- ever. I asked my nanny if she was wearing a new perfume.
She said no, but she smelled it too, and in the morning we would go look for it.
In the morning it was a bit less fragrant, but still hung in the air. That's when we discovered the little branch had grown these long leaves and bunches of these small five-petaled flowers that were white, with a yellow center, and the lightest dusting of pinky-orange at their tips.
I plucked one, and ran to my father who was in his study and I put myself in his lap and said, "Look! They blossomed! And they smell great!" Or something like that. And he began to tell me what the flower, called a Plumeria, meant.
I had no ideas flowers could have emotional or social meanings up until that point - but apparently where he took it from, some island further south, they ascribed to it the meaning of positivity. And on special occasions, the young men and women of the tribe would wear one in their hair. If they wore it at the right ear, it meant that they were single - above the left, they were courting or not looking.
From this, it became a symbol of devotion. In their religion it became a symbol of the gods because of the way the petals interlock and how the tree branches will keep blooming and growing after its been broken off, or if the tree is uprooted - and they will live hundreds of years!
Their healers also use the oils from the petals as a warming oil that is said to sooth the broken heart, or fears - and when their warriors come back from battles, their spouses boil the oil to release the fragrance into the air so they can get a good night's sleep. For babies, its said to get rid of nightmares, if used in the same way.
Oh, how I miss that tree!
--No scribe, I don't think I missed the point!
I know what flower I would be!
My father, when I was a child, went south to the Lyceum and brought back a rather withered, strange looking branch as a gift for me. I remember thinking, why would my father bring back a branch as a gift. It was confusing. I mean, I was only about 8 years old and it looked like a gray sausage. What on earth was he thinking? I asked him as much, and he laughed and told me it was still alive, all it needed was some water and sunlight.
So I put it in a vase and then placed it beside my bed. And quite honestly, I forgot about it.
About a month later though? The branch had sprouted roots and was getting green at the top with little buds that eventually turned into leaves once I planted it. As a matter of fact, I put it right outside of my room - it was actually the tree from which Littlefoot sang to me every morning - but I'm getting a little off topic!
I told my father, "Look! It's growing just as you said!"
"They'll be beautiful flowers next year - just wait." I only wondered what was so great about it, and let it slip my mind, but I weathered an entire year. The curiosity didn't exactly eat me alive. Actually I forgot about it until one night in my room, as spring was turning into summer, I smelled the most beautiful fragrance -- ever. I asked my nanny if she was wearing a new perfume.
She said no, but she smelled it too, and in the morning we would go look for it.
In the morning it was a bit less fragrant, but still hung in the air. That's when we discovered the little branch had grown these long leaves and bunches of these small five-petaled flowers that were white, with a yellow center, and the lightest dusting of pinky-orange at their tips.
I plucked one, and ran to my father who was in his study and I put myself in his lap and said, "Look! They blossomed! And they smell great!" Or something like that. And he began to tell me what the flower, called a Plumeria, meant.
I had no ideas flowers could have emotional or social meanings up until that point - but apparently where he took it from, some island further south, they ascribed to it the meaning of positivity. And on special occasions, the young men and women of the tribe would wear one in their hair. If they wore it at the right ear, it meant that they were single - above the left, they were courting or not looking.
From this, it became a symbol of devotion. In their religion it became a symbol of the gods because of the way the petals interlock and how the tree branches will keep blooming and growing after its been broken off, or if the tree is uprooted - and they will live hundreds of years!
Their healers also use the oils from the petals as a warming oil that is said to sooth the broken heart, or fears - and when their warriors come back from battles, their spouses boil the oil to release the fragrance into the air so they can get a good night's sleep. For babies, its said to get rid of nightmares, if used in the same way.
Oh, how I miss that tree!
--No scribe, I don't think I missed the point!
Written By Aeryn
Jan. 25, 2018, 5:13 a.m.(1/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Margerie
Wait... Whats this I hear?!
Written By Aeryn
Jan. 25, 2018, 3:08 a.m.(1/13/1008 AR)
It's a boy!
May I introduce to the wonderful people of Arx, Sir Feodor the Bellringer, Prince of my Heart and Uncrowned King of Laurent Gardens.
May I introduce to the wonderful people of Arx, Sir Feodor the Bellringer, Prince of my Heart and Uncrowned King of Laurent Gardens.
Written By Aeryn
Jan. 24, 2018, 4 a.m.(1/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thorley
Well met at the Menagerie! I hope you had fun at the free for all and I am very sad I couldn't be there to cheer you on! Feel free to visit any time!
Written By Aeryn
Jan. 24, 2018, 3:56 a.m.(1/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Gawain
It was lovely to meet you today at the shrine. I'm so sorry I had to leave so suddenly! If you wanted to continue our chat I think I will be there again in the coming days.
On another note, Arx, I think he wears more horses than I do bees!
On another note, Arx, I think he wears more horses than I do bees!
Written By Aeryn
Jan. 24, 2018, 3:30 a.m.(1/11/1008 AR)
((Normally elegant writing is a mess of excited scribbles and could evoke the notion that if spoken it would all be in the language known as 'squee')).
The Duke Laurent and Count Keaton conspired against me!
Together they arranged the Best Gift Ever!!!
I cant wait to introduce you all to him! Her?!
It needs a name!
Oh its a beet dyed silkie chicken!!! Absolutely fabulous little fluffball!! Im going to train it to deliver my messages!
The Duke Laurent and Count Keaton conspired against me!
Together they arranged the Best Gift Ever!!!
I cant wait to introduce you all to him! Her?!
It needs a name!
Oh its a beet dyed silkie chicken!!! Absolutely fabulous little fluffball!! Im going to train it to deliver my messages!
Written By Aeryn
Jan. 23, 2018, 8:16 a.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
Lady Khanne asked for happy memories - I'm full of them! I have so many. But recently, this one had come to mind.
In the spring of 1004, my father was starting to fall a little ill and I was turning 14. When my birthday came around, he gifted me the most handsome little canary you ever did see. He was just a hatchling at that stage - naked and tiny, with big closed eyes and a wide, grumpy looking mouth.
The man in my house that was an expert on the subject said that when the little thing grew up he'd sing the most beautiful songs. I couldn't wait! All day and all night I nursed him and it kept me distracted as my father grew weaker and weaker.
Meanwhile the little bird got stronger and stronger. He grew to be vibrant and yellow and I adored him. I kept him in a big cage and gave him silk for his nesting material and spoiled him with toys - not that he ever played with them. He did try to build a nest with the silk, but a thread of it got tangled around his toes and, well, he got hurt - he lost most of his toes but it didn't seem to slow him down much. That's how he got his name, Littlefoot.
The next year, my 15th birthday was arriving but my father got sicker and sicker. And Littlefoot never sang. And he never played with his toys. And he never seemed happy. His once bright little eyes were always cast out of the window of my room. I guess I knew deep down what he really wanted (freedom!) but I never wanted to let go. He was precious and beautiful to look at and I loved to care for his every need, and remained devoted to him.
My father died the day before my 15th birthday. I was heartbroken.
The day of my birthday, I got up and looked at my sad little canary, and thought about my father. I took him out, I gave him one last little kiss goodbye and placed him on my windowsill. Along with a little bowl of birdseed. When I opened my window, he looked around in shock a bit and finally, after about an hour took his first flight.
That night I checked the seed bowl - it had gone untouched. Same as the second, and the third night.
It felt like I had lost two of my best friends - my Father and Littlefoot.
But the morning of the 4th day, I awoke to a strange sound outside of my window. The most magical little bird-song I'd ever heard.
Littlefoot had returned, and built a nest right outside of my window and had devoured the birdseed that I left him. From that moment on, I knew I had done the right thing by letting go. Actually, I learned a lot of lessons from Littlefoot about appreciating someone else's happiness and life.
He did that every morning until the day I left Artshall just weeks ago. Don't worry, I asked someone to go ahead and leave out the birdseed for him every morning while I'm gone. Well, at least in the Spring and Summer. In the Autumn and Winter he goes somewhere warmer...
I hear he has found himself a girlfriend now. I fully expect that when I go back to Artshall the trees outside of my old room will be just full of a happy little family, singing for their breakfast.
In the spring of 1004, my father was starting to fall a little ill and I was turning 14. When my birthday came around, he gifted me the most handsome little canary you ever did see. He was just a hatchling at that stage - naked and tiny, with big closed eyes and a wide, grumpy looking mouth.
The man in my house that was an expert on the subject said that when the little thing grew up he'd sing the most beautiful songs. I couldn't wait! All day and all night I nursed him and it kept me distracted as my father grew weaker and weaker.
Meanwhile the little bird got stronger and stronger. He grew to be vibrant and yellow and I adored him. I kept him in a big cage and gave him silk for his nesting material and spoiled him with toys - not that he ever played with them. He did try to build a nest with the silk, but a thread of it got tangled around his toes and, well, he got hurt - he lost most of his toes but it didn't seem to slow him down much. That's how he got his name, Littlefoot.
The next year, my 15th birthday was arriving but my father got sicker and sicker. And Littlefoot never sang. And he never played with his toys. And he never seemed happy. His once bright little eyes were always cast out of the window of my room. I guess I knew deep down what he really wanted (freedom!) but I never wanted to let go. He was precious and beautiful to look at and I loved to care for his every need, and remained devoted to him.
My father died the day before my 15th birthday. I was heartbroken.
The day of my birthday, I got up and looked at my sad little canary, and thought about my father. I took him out, I gave him one last little kiss goodbye and placed him on my windowsill. Along with a little bowl of birdseed. When I opened my window, he looked around in shock a bit and finally, after about an hour took his first flight.
That night I checked the seed bowl - it had gone untouched. Same as the second, and the third night.
It felt like I had lost two of my best friends - my Father and Littlefoot.
But the morning of the 4th day, I awoke to a strange sound outside of my window. The most magical little bird-song I'd ever heard.
Littlefoot had returned, and built a nest right outside of my window and had devoured the birdseed that I left him. From that moment on, I knew I had done the right thing by letting go. Actually, I learned a lot of lessons from Littlefoot about appreciating someone else's happiness and life.
He did that every morning until the day I left Artshall just weeks ago. Don't worry, I asked someone to go ahead and leave out the birdseed for him every morning while I'm gone. Well, at least in the Spring and Summer. In the Autumn and Winter he goes somewhere warmer...
I hear he has found himself a girlfriend now. I fully expect that when I go back to Artshall the trees outside of my old room will be just full of a happy little family, singing for their breakfast.
Written By Aeryn
Jan. 22, 2018, 1:30 p.m.(1/7/1008 AR)
Oh - that reminds me!
Duchess Tyde and I have met, and I've joined the Observers.
Aiden also helped me get into the Physicians as a caretaker of animals, working from his Menagerie.
I'm so happy!
Duchess Tyde and I have met, and I've joined the Observers.
Aiden also helped me get into the Physicians as a caretaker of animals, working from his Menagerie.
I'm so happy!
Written By Aeryn
Jan. 22, 2018, 1:30 p.m.(1/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
I couldn't have asked for a better person to take me under their wing! Thank you Prince Aiden.
Written By Aeryn
Jan. 22, 2018, 10:01 a.m.(1/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Theron
Well I guess you were right about one thing!
Written By Aeryn
Jan. 21, 2018, 4:40 a.m.(1/5/1008 AR)
I know my family might give me weird looks for this, but today... I have decided to dye my hair pink. The process took several hours, but I can say was entirely successful.
Written By Aeryn
Jan. 20, 2018, 10:34 p.m.(1/4/1008 AR)
The Gala refreshed my spirits. I've never been to such a wonderful event. I have no words to describe it.
But the dancing. The dancing was the best.
But the dancing. The dancing was the best.
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