Written By Emara
May 21, 2022, 6:50 p.m.(9/9/1017 AR)
The roses are blooming. They have consumed almost all of my time and energy and thoughts, but they bloom and they are beautiful. I am not sure if I will ever have children, but I would imagine this feeling to be similar. The pleasure that comes from putting so much hard work into a something so fragile and then seeing it thrive. I'm still trying to find a rhythm here again. The roses helped with being able to put off seeing family and friends and getting back into the swing of my life in Arx. Luckily, I have curated the people in my life to be the sorts that understand and accept that I might lose myself for a month in babying roses into bloom.
Now that they are safely in the ground and filling my garden with color and scent, there are other matters to consider. Perhaps, I will play at the markets a little. I also brought a mystery back with me from Tor and am still working out the particulars of it. It itches against the inside of my skull and demands answers, but I am being very patient. I should probably go to Tanith and Raymesin's house for dinner sometime now that I'm not constantly reeking of manure and likely to ruin anyone's meal. My life is small and common, but it is beautiful and it belongs to me.
Now that they are safely in the ground and filling my garden with color and scent, there are other matters to consider. Perhaps, I will play at the markets a little. I also brought a mystery back with me from Tor and am still working out the particulars of it. It itches against the inside of my skull and demands answers, but I am being very patient. I should probably go to Tanith and Raymesin's house for dinner sometime now that I'm not constantly reeking of manure and likely to ruin anyone's meal. My life is small and common, but it is beautiful and it belongs to me.
Written By Emara
May 1, 2022, 3:25 p.m.(7/24/1017 AR)
Roses can be very difficult to cultivate from cuttings. On the journey back from Tor, I think my traveling companions must have thought me half-mad that I paid for an extra seat in the caravan for my cuttings that were carefully and lovingly crated to keep them safe. Thankfully, they all made it here intact and so begins the process of trying to see them take root.
According to my mentor in Tor, the best fertilizer for roses is fish, which has necessitated a couple of trips down to the fish market in the Lowers and means that my garden doesn't smell pleasant, just yet. I have planted mint around the storage containers in order to help with the stench at the advise of Mistress Amelia who sells some of the most lovely fish on the docks. It's not easy stuff to work with, but it does the job.
I also gave the library a thorough dusting and aired out my rooms. Tanith tells me that I have a couple more nieces and nephews to dote upon and a couple more to arrive. I imagine that my parents' house is chaos right now and that they will forgive me if I keep my distance for the most part. I need more quiet than anyone else in my family. Some part of me wonders if that is something I got from my mother along with the nose.
According to my mentor in Tor, the best fertilizer for roses is fish, which has necessitated a couple of trips down to the fish market in the Lowers and means that my garden doesn't smell pleasant, just yet. I have planted mint around the storage containers in order to help with the stench at the advise of Mistress Amelia who sells some of the most lovely fish on the docks. It's not easy stuff to work with, but it does the job.
I also gave the library a thorough dusting and aired out my rooms. Tanith tells me that I have a couple more nieces and nephews to dote upon and a couple more to arrive. I imagine that my parents' house is chaos right now and that they will forgive me if I keep my distance for the most part. I need more quiet than anyone else in my family. Some part of me wonders if that is something I got from my mother along with the nose.
Written By Emara
April 29, 2022, 9:33 a.m.(7/20/1017 AR)
I return to Arx and to the library after what was meant to be a Summer in the South that turned into a Summer, Autumn, Winter, and most of a Spring. I am sure that my mother and sister are furious, but perhaps seeing the samples I have returned with will restore me to their good graces once again. Tor roses and Lenosian wisteria and moon thistle from Iriscal. It's good to be back in the city. I stopped by my favorite bread shop (not Tanith's but don't tell her. Her cakes and pastries are divine, but a childhood in the Lowers has made me long for taste of sawdust in my morning roll) and took a stroll up from the docks to the Uppers and then into the Market District.
There are changes. New shops. New faces. Always new faces. And yet, the scents are the same. The people don't seem changed to me. The sun still slants off the roofs of the buildings in a way that feels as familiar as the songs that children still sing that I remember singing when I was their age. The familiarity is a boon when my senses have been drenched in the beauty of the Lycene seasons for nearly a year.
There is work here to be done. A garden run wild that needs a little discipline. Library books to re-shelve and new ones to acquire, I hope. I know eventually this settling into routine and the normality of city life will gnaw at me and I will long for adventure and travel once again, but, for now?
This is nice.
There are changes. New shops. New faces. Always new faces. And yet, the scents are the same. The people don't seem changed to me. The sun still slants off the roofs of the buildings in a way that feels as familiar as the songs that children still sing that I remember singing when I was their age. The familiarity is a boon when my senses have been drenched in the beauty of the Lycene seasons for nearly a year.
There is work here to be done. A garden run wild that needs a little discipline. Library books to re-shelve and new ones to acquire, I hope. I know eventually this settling into routine and the normality of city life will gnaw at me and I will long for adventure and travel once again, but, for now?
This is nice.
Written By Emara
April 14, 2020, 12:09 a.m.(2/10/1013 AR)
I've only been back for a couple of weeks and already I'm itching to go out and do something. Resisting that urge though, no matter how many ideas I get about wandering out on some sort of adventure.
Still. I said I was going to make an attempt to do this right and I will. It's weird sleeping in a building with a proper roof instead of canvas. Might a bit warmer, too. I suppose I'll get soft before long and it won't seem so strange after a while. I probably need to do something about hunting down a place of my own so I'm not squatting at Tani's since she is all proper married now. Besides, I need space to lay out my materials. As bad as this city smells, they need my help. Desperately.
Probably need to spend some coin on proper boots and a coat, too. I've been spending my winters down south where you don't need anything more than a sweater come winter. The winter flowers in the Lyceum are something to behold, specially at the point where Winter starts to fade Spring. It's like the entire world down there holds its breath and then releases it all at once. You go to bed without a single blossom in sight. The next morning, everything is covered with so much color that it hurts the eyes. But the scents! If I could find a way to bottle the scent of a Lycene Spring and carry it with me.
Someday. Someday, I will.
Still. I said I was going to make an attempt to do this right and I will. It's weird sleeping in a building with a proper roof instead of canvas. Might a bit warmer, too. I suppose I'll get soft before long and it won't seem so strange after a while. I probably need to do something about hunting down a place of my own so I'm not squatting at Tani's since she is all proper married now. Besides, I need space to lay out my materials. As bad as this city smells, they need my help. Desperately.
Probably need to spend some coin on proper boots and a coat, too. I've been spending my winters down south where you don't need anything more than a sweater come winter. The winter flowers in the Lyceum are something to behold, specially at the point where Winter starts to fade Spring. It's like the entire world down there holds its breath and then releases it all at once. You go to bed without a single blossom in sight. The next morning, everything is covered with so much color that it hurts the eyes. But the scents! If I could find a way to bottle the scent of a Lycene Spring and carry it with me.
Someday. Someday, I will.
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