Written By Dianara
Sept. 1, 2019, 11:35 a.m.(10/4/1011 AR)
A pleasant chat on the beach turned decidedly unpleasant. I am grateful that there were true heroes there to fight the beast and attend the wounded. I've never seen a shark anywhere but in books before, but I am quite convinced that they were never meant to be so large and angry.
Written By Dianara
July 1, 2019, 10:15 p.m.(5/20/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Gerald
You ever meet someone and just -know- they were a very naughty child growing up?
Written By Dianara
July 1, 2019, 10:13 p.m.(5/20/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyrus
The quickest way to forget one's own troubles is to consider another's instead.
Written By Dianara
June 2, 2019, 10:04 p.m.(3/18/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Emrys
When I was a young Apprentice Whisper, I was surrounded by some of the greatest beauties as fellow Apprentices. As is the case with many young girls, I was ever conscious of my appearance, desiring the beauty, attention, and acclaim of those around me. The moments not consumed with such thoughts were spent in study under the ever astute and watchful eye of Whisper Emrys, who undertook with great diligence the education of the lot of us.
During one such afternoon spent learning about the relationships between the Houses of the Oathlands with those of the Crownlands, I interrupted to ask, plaintively, "Emrys, do you think I'm as pretty as the other Apprentices?" To this day, I'm not quite sure what possessed me to ask such a question of Emrys of all people, for he was and is well-known for an adherence to giving honest criticism no matter how tender one's feelings might be.
I remember he closed the book he was reading from, narrowed his eyes, and grasped my chin in his hand. He turned my face to one side and then turned it to the other, scrutinizing my visage with his cool gaze. Finally, after what seemed an interminable amount of time, Emrys released my chin and said dismissively, "No, you are not, but you're clever and that will last a good deal longer."
During one such afternoon spent learning about the relationships between the Houses of the Oathlands with those of the Crownlands, I interrupted to ask, plaintively, "Emrys, do you think I'm as pretty as the other Apprentices?" To this day, I'm not quite sure what possessed me to ask such a question of Emrys of all people, for he was and is well-known for an adherence to giving honest criticism no matter how tender one's feelings might be.
I remember he closed the book he was reading from, narrowed his eyes, and grasped my chin in his hand. He turned my face to one side and then turned it to the other, scrutinizing my visage with his cool gaze. Finally, after what seemed an interminable amount of time, Emrys released my chin and said dismissively, "No, you are not, but you're clever and that will last a good deal longer."
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