Written By Cufre
Jan. 25, 2024, 6 p.m.(8/15/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Claude
I pray to Death that you can't read this. I hope you've left here wholly and have found the peace of the Shining Lands entire. This here is for me.
It's for me because the first time I wrote about you, in my black journal, it was because I felt cheated by you. I thought you, in a way, had stolen from me. It was the other way 'round, too: you thought I was cheating you, asking you for payment anew on top of a payment made.
It's for me because that anger was strong enough for me to put it down with the Scholars, but the friendship that grew after we both spoke our way of seeing it, after we found the truth of it, that friendship and my thankfulness for it never made it to either journal before now.
I didn't write about our talks in your shop, talks about Skald and about the Queen of Endings. I didn't write about that brandy you gave me, that we shared in place of tea one day. I still have the bottle. I didn't write about your going to speak to the Abandoned on behalf of my family — I really should have written about that, how you came back with tales of the Yorn and of the Kous. I didn't write about you letting me sell your mystery toys in my shop so us Lowers folk had a local shop, a local chance to get them. And I didn't write about the one toy that never made it to a mystery box, the only one of its kind. I keep that one in my family's shop, on my work table. A surprise, an honor, and a reminder, that.
I didn't write about missing you these last few years, about writing to you even though I knew you left the city, about not hearing back.
I didn't write about seeing you, at last, at the camp near Harrow Hall, and how hard it was to say goodbye knowing it would be the last one.
I never got a chance to tell you about the threads of golden light She let me see. And though I can't see them in that way, anymore, I see them now in laughter shared. In hands held, in secret smiles. In discounts offered. In practice fights, in friendly boasts. In stories shared.
Though I can't see them in that way anymore, I know there was a single, bright golden thread that ran from me to Bastion. To you.
I will do my best to look after Lewis, to help him do right by your shop and justice to your training.
I will do better, I think, at looking after Echo. I've no shortage of homes for her to make her own.
If I survive what comes to Arx, I promise I will go to Old Oak and speak blessings for those who died in its fall.
But I dearly wish you were there to speak them beside me.
Written By Cufre
Jan. 12, 2024, 7:05 a.m.(7/16/1021 AR)
Written By Cufre
Nov. 3, 2023, 7:53 a.m.(2/16/1021 AR)
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Oct. 21, 2023, 12:09 p.m.(1/18/1021 AR)
Written By Cufre
Oct. 15, 2023, 10 a.m.(1/6/1021 AR)
There were shouts of war. There were knives and even a sword or two.
And up above us, curving just to over the docks, was this color. Swirling sort of. Slipping. Like iridescite when you you turn it in your hand.
I lost two purses.
But what I saw later, called to the Mother's work, tangles of fallen. What I heard, wails from the wounded. Those never made it to Crows Lane.
Written By Cufre
Oct. 1, 2023, 1:45 p.m.(8/20/1020 AR)
There's more to it, though. It's always been a down time in the workshop. If the shelves are full enough, there's no reason for me to light the forge or fire the kiln. But now that I've help enough that I don't need to keep to the till day and night, summer gives me more time for Harlequin work outside the Shrine. Sitting at bedsides for a chat. Helping where I can. I don't ever write much about that part of it here. It's someone else's life for the telling.
Written By Cufre
Aug. 27, 2023, 4:39 p.m.(6/7/1020 AR)
Relationship Note on Medeia
But our talk at the Queen's Shrine the other day keeps me thinking back to my patron. And how she shows that helping people isn't just things you speak about when other people are around to listen, then forget later. And how taking care of people doesn't have to be seen as taking something from yourself.
It took a day or two to come around to feeling grateful.
Written By Cufre
July 23, 2023, 9 p.m.(3/21/1020 AR)
Written By Cufre
July 9, 2023, 5:28 p.m.(2/21/1020 AR)
Written By Cufre
May 7, 2023, 8 a.m.(10/7/1019 AR)
This one ended quickly and left me feeling... itchy?
Bothered?
Unsettled.
Written By Cufre
Dec. 27, 2022, 7:35 p.m.(2/15/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Felicia
But she wouldn't have wanted that.
And She doesn't.
We will never be the same with her gone. But that should be the way of things when you've had the luck of being close to someone who aimed so directly for life's fullness. Fel's memorial skull reminded me of that, so I owe a thanks to the one who made it.
Written By Cufre
July 24, 2022, 10:07 p.m.(1/25/1018 AR)
Anyway, the work is slow-going. Working with costlier metals and stones is just like that, I guess.
Written By Cufre
May 8, 2022, 11:46 a.m.(8/10/1017 AR)
Maybe I'm feeling it now because this was one of my favorite times of the year. Too hot to run the kiln, hot enough that the lanes don't squish - well, not as much - when you walk them. Little things that were big things.
The shop was always slow around now, too, so I could put my mind to other things.
Written By Cufre
Nov. 14, 2021, 9:46 p.m.(7/25/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Zakhar
I doubt mine will ever taste as good as his. The butchering alone. He says it's better to do it yourself, but that'll have to be the first of a few compromises to my version of things.
Written By Cufre
Nov. 7, 2021, 6:38 p.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
Anyway, the fire. It was probably nothing: a cookfire not rightly tended or a bit of everyday mischief. Still, it got me thinking about things in the old house. Lax is there through the day, tending the shop, so I feel that's fine. It's night that has me worried. So I'll be staying there for a time. Maybe a long time. It's home, after all.
Written By Cufre
Oct. 24, 2021, 5:22 p.m.(6/11/1016 AR)
I find I don't like thinking about how I go about my business. It's easier just to let it be what it is.
I know this isn't making much sense. Maybe I should have given it a few more days before coming here. Maybe then my thoughts would be sorted.
Written By Cufre
Oct. 3, 2021, 6:56 p.m.(4/25/1016 AR)
Okay, I've never slept very well, but it was usually because of choices I made. This is different.
The new place is too quiet in some ways and too unquiet in others.
Written By Cufre
Sept. 26, 2021, 8:18 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
Written By Cufre
Sept. 19, 2021, 6:02 p.m.(3/25/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Felicia
Most of what I've heard is mixed, but it would be: wagging fingers because we never speak of our family's past, doubt that we have any ties to nobility, jokes about not forgetting our friends and neighbors in the Lowers when we're elevated, irritation, well-meaning and on our behalf, I suppose, about the path being made so difficult as to be impossible.
What I've heard is most clearly and consistently is pride, though. I've heard so many variations of Marquessa Mia Riven's words about Felicia that I feel I can draw out most of the truth of them. That my sister has done so much to help others that the Marquessa would give Fel her time and would speak in her favor...
Yes. Proud.
Written By Cufre
Sept. 5, 2021, 10:32 a.m.(2/24/1016 AR)
I tried making one. My first ever. I think it's beautiful. I gave it away.
It's far easier to give away new things.
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