Written By Delilah
April 3, 2022, 9:42 p.m.(5/25/1017 AR)
I have been away from the city, mired in the endless demands of the Scholars, tracing the stars, following the reconstitution of Graypeak, whatever one cares to call the business of court and country. It causes me a sense of poignancy and, if I am honest, a touch of paralysis to stare at the familiar and wonder what has changed. A month away, a season away, and it might as well be a lifetime.
Correspondence remains to be sent, though I whittled down the stack of letters. So many lives and stories await to be heard, mysteries to unravel, dramas to watch. These are minor, trifling indulgences in a tapestry of wonders.
While Bastion remains an aching void in the heart, I reacquaint myself with the hopes and wonders of this city. Of its people.
And though I am a stranger, will it always be so?
Correspondence remains to be sent, though I whittled down the stack of letters. So many lives and stories await to be heard, mysteries to unravel, dramas to watch. These are minor, trifling indulgences in a tapestry of wonders.
While Bastion remains an aching void in the heart, I reacquaint myself with the hopes and wonders of this city. Of its people.
And though I am a stranger, will it always be so?
Written By Delilah
Feb. 22, 2021, 7:32 p.m.(12/27/1014 AR)
I have no words.
For what words contain the horror done?
What wretched impulse guides a wicked blade?
What cruelty informs a stunning fiat against order and kindness?
We could weep. Indeed, may we rage, seized by wrath.
The hour is not done. The tears, though falling, do not signal a hope dead, a dream spent.
It will not bring back my dearest friend. It will not send her winging on prayers and hopes and smiles into Death's sweet embrace any faster.
But I vow not revenge, but to live /well/.
For what words contain the horror done?
What wretched impulse guides a wicked blade?
What cruelty informs a stunning fiat against order and kindness?
We could weep. Indeed, may we rage, seized by wrath.
The hour is not done. The tears, though falling, do not signal a hope dead, a dream spent.
It will not bring back my dearest friend. It will not send her winging on prayers and hopes and smiles into Death's sweet embrace any faster.
But I vow not revenge, but to live /well/.
Written By Delilah
Jan. 29, 2021, 8:13 a.m.(11/4/1014 AR)
What days we live in, couched in the cold touch of winter.
Written By Delilah
Jan. 16, 2021, 11:08 p.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
When we're young, we feel immortal.
When the face of danger resolves itself, then what?
Life is precious, fight all the more for it.
When the face of danger resolves itself, then what?
Life is precious, fight all the more for it.
Written By Delilah
Jan. 5, 2021, 2:37 p.m.(9/12/1014 AR)
Is paradise something we seek or a state we create for ourselves?
Written By Delilah
Dec. 31, 2020, 2:03 p.m.(9/2/1014 AR)
I certainly feel as though I've swallowed the moon. Now the moon wants out.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 30, 2020, 10:09 p.m.(9/1/1014 AR)
I'm starting to wonder if feet are purely an optional matter.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 14, 2020, 5:07 p.m.(7/24/1014 AR)
I seem to have made someone's day most unexpectedly.
Who would have guessed?
Who would have guessed?
Written By Delilah
Dec. 14, 2020, 8:46 a.m.(7/24/1014 AR)
A fresh morning, and the city bubbles with activity. Carts trundling by, horses and labourers on foot, the docks no doubt busy with a thicket of ships. You could almost forget the bruises at the heart of the city, the cracked windowpanes and crooked lintels. Everywhere I look, I can see the marks of recent activity to repair these vestiges of damage.
Stone chips. Wood buckles. Glass cracks. We can plaster and sculpt, build and shape, and that will give us strength and purpose.
Stone chips. Wood buckles. Glass cracks. We can plaster and sculpt, build and shape, and that will give us strength and purpose.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 11, 2020, 6:51 p.m.(7/19/1014 AR)
I have cause to dream. ❤️
Written By Delilah
Dec. 11, 2020, 1:46 p.m.(7/18/1014 AR)
Seeing all the skulls offered at the memorial wall is humbling and reason for quiet contemplation.
I hope they're all well.
I hope they're all well.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 8, 2020, 4:09 p.m.(7/12/1014 AR)
On the off chance a letter reaches a distant and rarely observed correspondent, may it not be met with contempt or disinterest.
So many miles to travel and countless more to go, small gifts nonetheless might be found.
So many miles to travel and countless more to go, small gifts nonetheless might be found.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 7, 2020, 11:33 a.m.(7/10/1014 AR)
Here we are, tested again and anew. I do not think the mettle of our courage or inspiration will fail.
It will not be easy, and there are dark clouds driven before us. On this dark night, I cleave to hope.
It will not be easy, and there are dark clouds driven before us. On this dark night, I cleave to hope.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 4, 2020, 7:09 p.m.(7/5/1014 AR)
I am so utterly grateful for friends this week.
Dame Felicia does a service not only to the Scholars, but as a persistent, unshakeable source of strength and conviction.
Also, that SPIDER! I must have been caught admiring Bonehilda at least six times.
Dame Felicia does a service not only to the Scholars, but as a persistent, unshakeable source of strength and conviction.
Also, that SPIDER! I must have been caught admiring Bonehilda at least six times.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 3, 2020, 9:59 a.m.(7/2/1014 AR)
I shouldn't have an eye for such things, but I saw one of Mistress Aurora's gorgeous gowns the other day. Metal fashioned around the throat, long slit sleeves... the very thing of elegance and effortlessness. Commendable for such beautiful things to have a place on the brightest of souls, and that makes me so very happy.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 3, 2020, 9:48 a.m.(7/2/1014 AR)
Braumina has decided to eat my boots. Or try, anyway. How can something only a quarter their size inflict so much damage? Either way, it appears I'm off to the leather-worker's to find myself another good pair of such things.
Or more extravagantly, a bonanza of chew toys. These little clouds are a delight, I suppose -- having never grown up with so many pups about, I feel rather like a hawk or cat among a parliament of ravens. Still, these sweet little bundles of energy are far more exciting than croaking corvids, mostly because of the sheer furry intensity of them all.
Try watching a fat-bellied puppy climb over a mountain of its siblings to be the one to catch some passing bit of fluff, a dandelion's spark and you'll know what I mean.
Or more extravagantly, a bonanza of chew toys. These little clouds are a delight, I suppose -- having never grown up with so many pups about, I feel rather like a hawk or cat among a parliament of ravens. Still, these sweet little bundles of energy are far more exciting than croaking corvids, mostly because of the sheer furry intensity of them all.
Try watching a fat-bellied puppy climb over a mountain of its siblings to be the one to catch some passing bit of fluff, a dandelion's spark and you'll know what I mean.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 30, 2020, 11:44 a.m.(6/24/1014 AR)
Promises made, promises kept.
The voice crying out in the darkness will be answered.
The voice crying out in the darkness will be answered.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 30, 2020, 9:51 a.m.(6/24/1014 AR)
Nothing pleases me quite so much as shoving all these military matters off on the expert in the family. Anyone but me!
Not that I fail to appreciate the impact of inspiring armies or their needs, but unless it comes down to a broader understanding of historical impacts, this so isn't my strong suit. Let us all be grateful for the expertise brought by those around us.
Not that I fail to appreciate the impact of inspiring armies or their needs, but unless it comes down to a broader understanding of historical impacts, this so isn't my strong suit. Let us all be grateful for the expertise brought by those around us.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 21, 2020, 9:50 a.m.(6/6/1014 AR)
If you've been to Whitepeak, the Scholars and Explorers want to include your recollections in a journal. Do send word.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 1, 2020, 8:52 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
I cannot believe how quickly May will be upon us, and with it, the freedom once more to roam late into the evening with the balmy weather awaiting us. For all else the challenges in the world present, the smallest, singular moments induce such joy.
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