Written By Amarantha
April 8, 2018, 10:57 a.m.(7/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Astraea
I rarely write in praise of my siblings. It's something that goes oft goes unsaid but appreciated.
Today I am feeling remarkably sappy. (No Scholar, I'm not Astraea trying to break into my whites again. Gods.)
My twin has come so far from the overexcited yet terribly shy child I remember--stalking the Valardin grounds where we fostered in search of a certain prince.
She's a true warrior now, devoted to the gods and willing to put her life on the line for Redrain's sake. Yet despite her skills, Raea remains as humble and sweet as ever.
I've been blessed to have her as my twin. Excuse me while I throw up now.
Affection is nauseating.
Today I am feeling remarkably sappy. (No Scholar, I'm not Astraea trying to break into my whites again. Gods.)
My twin has come so far from the overexcited yet terribly shy child I remember--stalking the Valardin grounds where we fostered in search of a certain prince.
She's a true warrior now, devoted to the gods and willing to put her life on the line for Redrain's sake. Yet despite her skills, Raea remains as humble and sweet as ever.
I've been blessed to have her as my twin. Excuse me while I throw up now.
Affection is nauseating.
Written By Amarantha
April 8, 2018, 10:50 a.m.(7/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Echo
Let it be known that I, Lady Amarantha Sanna owe Princess Echo Redrain one favor to be redeemed at any juncture she deems appropriate.
Don't waste it on something stupid, baby sister. Not like last time.
Don't waste it on something stupid, baby sister. Not like last time.
Written By Amarantha
April 5, 2018, 2:19 a.m.(6/28/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Astraea
I can't believe my twin lost in a drinking contest to the very same man, Master Jev, that I lost my last drinking contest to.
Written By Amarantha
April 1, 2018, 12:12 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Astraea
One. I hate animals and any form of affection.
Two. Fur babies is a word that I can live without seeing again in my entire lifetime.
Three. I am flattered that you so often pretend to be me, sister. But really, you need to work harder on being sullen and unfriendly.
Honestly, it amazes me that Echo still mixes us up! I'm a whole 3 seconds older than you. Or younger? I forget.
Two. Fur babies is a word that I can live without seeing again in my entire lifetime.
Three. I am flattered that you so often pretend to be me, sister. But really, you need to work harder on being sullen and unfriendly.
Honestly, it amazes me that Echo still mixes us up! I'm a whole 3 seconds older than you. Or younger? I forget.
Written By Amarantha
March 30, 2018, 7:16 p.m.(6/17/1008 AR)
As much as I enjoy tormenting my brother, Apollis? I fail to see why person after person are challenging him--especially for such absurd amounts of silver?
He just recently returned from a war. A war he graciously helped armor me for. I'd be hardpressed to imagine he has more than twenty five thousand silver in his bank, let alone a hundred thousand to burn on military writs for a Grayson House we have no affiliation with. And now he needs to spend even more providing a fancy dress for a ball?
(Note: My apologies to Duke Ashford if his knight was ordered and paid by someone else to issue this challenge. But since no name has been been given and the writs are for House Ashford, I can only assume.)
For fuck's sake, we just lost a close family member.
He just recently returned from a war. A war he graciously helped armor me for. I'd be hardpressed to imagine he has more than twenty five thousand silver in his bank, let alone a hundred thousand to burn on military writs for a Grayson House we have no affiliation with. And now he needs to spend even more providing a fancy dress for a ball?
(Note: My apologies to Duke Ashford if his knight was ordered and paid by someone else to issue this challenge. But since no name has been been given and the writs are for House Ashford, I can only assume.)
For fuck's sake, we just lost a close family member.
Written By Amarantha
March 25, 2018, 9:59 p.m.(6/6/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Gaston
Don't make me cancel the lovely dinner with Agatha, Mirari, and Fianna that we're planning.
Have a poem to calm that temper. It's from a play I'm working on.
"Afeard of none!" His Fate's begun--
"No sprite or puck; no curst ol'luck!
Breeze in! Bob up! Hear, lassie wild?
You've not a storm to sink my smile!
Come! Hear it said--I dared it once.
Shall twice I date? I'd feel no worse!"
She breathed a whisper in his ear:
"Lassie wild has heard yer prayers!
Afeard of none? No sprite or puck?
What say ye 'bout a wash of salt?"
"No doubt appear with hope to fright!
With faith you'd steal the captain's eye?"
No dread, no awe--but have my word:
I'd damn you twice, an feel no worse!"
He fixed her with a steely eye, and
spitting, sealed his ship's demise.
Have a poem to calm that temper. It's from a play I'm working on.
"Afeard of none!" His Fate's begun--
"No sprite or puck; no curst ol'luck!
Breeze in! Bob up! Hear, lassie wild?
You've not a storm to sink my smile!
Come! Hear it said--I dared it once.
Shall twice I date? I'd feel no worse!"
She breathed a whisper in his ear:
"Lassie wild has heard yer prayers!
Afeard of none? No sprite or puck?
What say ye 'bout a wash of salt?"
"No doubt appear with hope to fright!
With faith you'd steal the captain's eye?"
No dread, no awe--but have my word:
I'd damn you twice, an feel no worse!"
He fixed her with a steely eye, and
spitting, sealed his ship's demise.
Written By Amarantha
March 25, 2018, 9:38 p.m.(6/6/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Gaston
Have you never looked in a mirror before, my lord? ...Though that would explain why you always look so disheveled.
Written By Amarantha
March 24, 2018, 5:28 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
Just for efficiency's sake, how about dinner at Sanna's manor with drinks?
And one very smelly, terribly mannered Marquis?
And one very smelly, terribly mannered Marquis?
Written By Amarantha
March 24, 2018, 4:50 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Gaston
I owe Mistress Mirari several drinks. A five course meal too. However I cannot and will not acknowledge that she might have been right.
Princess Agatha carried me home. I may have awoken and somewhat soberly gone out again.
Now I smell like dogs and Oathlander.
Someone kill me.
Princess Agatha carried me home. I may have awoken and somewhat soberly gone out again.
Now I smell like dogs and Oathlander.
Someone kill me.
Written By Amarantha
March 23, 2018, 2:07 a.m.(5/28/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Apollis
While normally I would insult and berate you for saying anything kind to my face--
I'll make an exception. Just this once. Only because we both could have died.
Gods, I need more wine to get that battle out of my head.
I'll make an exception. Just this once. Only because we both could have died.
Gods, I need more wine to get that battle out of my head.
Written By Amarantha
March 21, 2018, 2:19 p.m.(5/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cadenza
Your bravery was inspiring. In the face of those horrors we saw while scouting, you kept wanting to go back.
To find more information. To find those commanders.
I'm not a skilled scout, at least not outside of a city but I was proud to serve as a guard for you and my brother--while the pair of you forged ahead until we found what we sought.
I think, if Alfir was still alive, he'd be proud of me.
(Tears stain the bottom half of this journal entry, blurring what appears to be a few lines of text. The ink has run too much to make sense of the hastily scrawled words. )
To find more information. To find those commanders.
I'm not a skilled scout, at least not outside of a city but I was proud to serve as a guard for you and my brother--while the pair of you forged ahead until we found what we sought.
I think, if Alfir was still alive, he'd be proud of me.
(Tears stain the bottom half of this journal entry, blurring what appears to be a few lines of text. The ink has run too much to make sense of the hastily scrawled words. )
Written By Amarantha
March 6, 2018, 10:12 p.m.(4/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Astraea
As I have been thusly banned from publishing my poem on Renta by my beloved twin, I am tempted to challenge her to another duel.
I should have challenged her for not attending the debate on twins with me. And for forcing me to buy Renta another birthday peasant. She's what fifty now? How many presents does one woman need to hoard?
Because I am petty, I will offer a snippet of my now discarded poem.
My hands ache, longing as I do to carve
her story into stone!--for she is beauty
and horror, at ease in this imperfect form:
a face divine; a body lost to damnation.
I should have challenged her for not attending the debate on twins with me. And for forcing me to buy Renta another birthday peasant. She's what fifty now? How many presents does one woman need to hoard?
Because I am petty, I will offer a snippet of my now discarded poem.
My hands ache, longing as I do to carve
her story into stone!--for she is beauty
and horror, at ease in this imperfect form:
a face divine; a body lost to damnation.
Written By Amarantha
March 6, 2018, 10:01 p.m.(4/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Astraea
Since everyone's writing wills,
If I die all my clothes, jewelry, and Tragedy--don't you dare call him creepy--go to you Astraea.
Everything actually. Just take it all. We're the same person so it makes sense.
If I die all my clothes, jewelry, and Tragedy--don't you dare call him creepy--go to you Astraea.
Everything actually. Just take it all. We're the same person so it makes sense.
Written By Amarantha
March 6, 2018, 9:57 p.m.(4/24/1008 AR)
That night was my becoming.
I drank from the depths of truth.
"What comes, what goes--
it's seldom known. If silent,
girl, you're good as bones!"
All I'd ever been was silence,
yet never, never had my heart
so longed to down as then--
suspended in sleep. Breathless
in the dark waters! Infinite,
eternal in my ignorance of days!
I--a child, anchored by origin;
a footstep on the sands of time.
The ocean's scribe.
I drank from the depths of truth.
"What comes, what goes--
it's seldom known. If silent,
girl, you're good as bones!"
All I'd ever been was silence,
yet never, never had my heart
so longed to down as then--
suspended in sleep. Breathless
in the dark waters! Infinite,
eternal in my ignorance of days!
I--a child, anchored by origin;
a footstep on the sands of time.
The ocean's scribe.
Written By Amarantha
Jan. 26, 2018, 8:04 p.m.(1/16/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Astraea
No, no. You misunderstood. We match in that we're both hydrangea, both twins.
The hatred bit was a general comment. A joke, even.
The hatred bit was a general comment. A joke, even.
Written By Amarantha
Jan. 26, 2018, 7:35 p.m.(1/16/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Echo
A white hydrangea. To match Astraea in a way.
I also like how it means hatred, I suppose.
I also like how it means hatred, I suppose.
Written By Amarantha
Jan. 26, 2018, 7:30 p.m.(1/16/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Apollis
I have copied all of your diaries and written them into Black Journals to be released upon my death.
I hope for your sake that I live a very, very long time.
I hope for your sake that I live a very, very long time.
Written By Amarantha
Jan. 26, 2018, 7:24 p.m.(1/16/1008 AR)
Astraea is a pink hydrangea. Because when isn't she blushing?
Echo is baby's breath. Tiny, white-haired, and adorable.
Avaline is a daylily. The only flower I never managed to kill in mother's garden.
Apollis is a weed.
Echo is baby's breath. Tiny, white-haired, and adorable.
Avaline is a daylily. The only flower I never managed to kill in mother's garden.
Apollis is a weed.
Written By Amarantha
Jan. 21, 2018, 11:38 p.m.(1/6/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Apollis
He bought me a puppy for my birthday.
For once, I cannot complain.
For once, I cannot complain.
Written By Amarantha
Jan. 21, 2018, 8:52 p.m.(1/6/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Avaline
My older sister returns to the city.
It brings back memories of her playing commander and all of us being tiny, toddler soldiers.
I still remember how hard Apollis cried when I punched him with the hilt of my wooden sword.
It brings back memories of her playing commander and all of us being tiny, toddler soldiers.
I still remember how hard Apollis cried when I punched him with the hilt of my wooden sword.
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