Written By Amaranth
Nov. 10, 2019, 12:55 a.m.(3/3/1012 AR)
Just as quickly as people come into our lives, they are gone. It's so dreadfully tragic, but I am happy to have met them at all. They will be missed.
In other news, I've begun work on a racetrack for small animals. Will the tortoise beat the hare? Are cats, dogs, or mice the most fleet of foot? Can your precious Snowflake best that bratty beast from that /other/ House?
I *am* in need of a good bookie, if anyone out there knows of one.
In other news, I've begun work on a racetrack for small animals. Will the tortoise beat the hare? Are cats, dogs, or mice the most fleet of foot? Can your precious Snowflake best that bratty beast from that /other/ House?
I *am* in need of a good bookie, if anyone out there knows of one.
Written By Amaranth
Nov. 3, 2019, 10:23 p.m.(2/19/1012 AR)
Who could have predicted that I prefer tea to wine? Certainly not me. Everyone else hates this particular brew, so my hopes of opening a shop are nil, but perhaps I'll find a kindred spirit with a similar taste for swamp-leaf. Oh, wouldn't that be lovely.
It's better than it sounds, I swear.
It's better than it sounds, I swear.
Written By Amaranth
Oct. 26, 2019, 11:32 p.m.(2/3/1012 AR)
What better anchorage for a woman adrift than the Ebb and Flow (or was it Eff and Blow?)? Charming company, though the wine leaves something to be desired.
I think there certainly must be something in the Ward of the Lyceum other than that dreadful inn, or that bore of a fox hole. I've visited most of the wards and found a tavern in each, some more charming than others, and hear rumors of some thrillingly awful hole in the wall among the lower boroughs called the Murder of Crows, or something equally morbid. Even the Valardins have a delightful little tea house in their quarter. It must not be said that the Thraxians, of all people, know better how to have a good time than us.
Memo to self: Explore future potential for utilization of Thraxian Whiskey as a potential incendiary weapon aboard Pravus vessels. If experiments fail, we can get hammered and party.
I think there certainly must be something in the Ward of the Lyceum other than that dreadful inn, or that bore of a fox hole. I've visited most of the wards and found a tavern in each, some more charming than others, and hear rumors of some thrillingly awful hole in the wall among the lower boroughs called the Murder of Crows, or something equally morbid. Even the Valardins have a delightful little tea house in their quarter. It must not be said that the Thraxians, of all people, know better how to have a good time than us.
Memo to self: Explore future potential for utilization of Thraxian Whiskey as a potential incendiary weapon aboard Pravus vessels. If experiments fail, we can get hammered and party.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.