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Written By Aisha

Aug. 7, 2022, 12:07 p.m.(2/26/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Ilira

I confess that there are times when I feel adrift, when I wonder whether I am, truly, doing my best, or even whether it matters. I am certain that many people feel this sort of tumult at times, and for the most part, it always passes.

I say this, not to complain, but as a backdrop for last evening, when I entered the Queensrest Inn and renewed a most delightful acquaintance. Is there anything more exciting than to find someone who may know the same truths that you do, even if they might see them in a different way?

Tumult eases again into the calmer swell of deep waters. Much as shadows are all but banished by brilliant light.

Written By Aisha

July 24, 2022, 1:46 p.m.(1/24/1018 AR)

I dreamed of a wreath made of our hair. All different colored locks of it, woven together. I knew, in that strange way that you just know things in dreams, that someone had cut them off roughly with a knife. It was horrifying. I wanted to tear it down and hide it, but I didn't want to touch it, because everything was...sticky? I do not know if you actually feel things when you dream, or if you just think that you did, once you wake up, but everything 'felt' distinctly, unpleasantly sticky; I could feel it running down my arms, and I didn't want that...thing to be stuck forever to my hands.

Now I am awake, and I just feel foolish.

My dress, however, is perfect, and made it through in one piece.

Written By Aisha

July 19, 2022, 2:59 a.m.(1/13/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Mabelle

I have received a potent balm for my grief, and my sense of loss is assuaged.

I think I have just the set of bracelets to go with it, as well. I hope I will soon have occasion to demonstrate the therapeutic benefits of such a thoughtful remedy.

The world may be gripped by winter, but I have received a warm welcome back to the city, so far.

And my hair is so soft! And smells like honey. How would it do in a perfume, I wonder, if it has such staying power?

Written By Aisha

July 17, 2022, 5:50 p.m.(1/10/1018 AR)

Much has changed since I last walked within Arx's walls, but my sense of duty is ever the same. I do hope to be of service to both my House and my chosen vocation, in such tumultuous times. But first...a visit to a party. Surely it can't hurt.

Well, I assure you that it can. I do say sincerely, that Lady Mabelle Laurent's honey festival was an amazing experience. But I am -so sore-. I can't recall the last time I had to climb -anything-, but I have certainly made up for several occasions' worth, I feel. While I was washing all the honey off, I discovered that those pins had pricked me in more places than I realized, and I have the most enormous bruise on my left hip. I also, apparently, managed to body-check a Knight somehow. I don't even know where that came from, but I admit that once that guardsman started throwing jars of honey at me, everything is just a haze afterward. I confess I feel a bit proud of myself, amid the mortification. The good lord did assure me that he would recover, however.

I cannot say the same for my dress, alas. I think I will just consign this to the flames, for it is not worth the maid's time to try to wash such rags, and I fear that my ears would be singed off if I overheard her opinion about having to do it.

...Pride, alongside embarrassment. Snowfall upon beautiful flowers still in bloom. The pain of a bee-sting balanced against the sweetness of the honey. Such are the dualities upon which I can reflect.

I wonder how long I will smell like honey?!

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