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Written By Icelyn

May 4, 2023, 11:07 a.m.(10/1/1019 AR)

One thing I've come to realize is that I will never feel at home as a peer if I don't take strides to fit into the world they inhabit. I don't think it will ever be the best fit, but I must take strives to be what I am called to be. I've been praying at Lagoma's shrine and expecting something to happen. But the real change, the real movement, will not be from society changing around me, or even the gods coming down to personally answer my prayer. It will be from me changing to better fit society.

So I took steps on my way home. I commissioned a couple of dresses. I put out a search for a Patron.

The gods give us aid, but we still have to take the first steps.

Written By Icelyn

June 13, 2020, 11:39 a.m.(6/20/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Tescelina

News of Tescelina Wyrmguard's passing caught up to my party on the way south, the day before Arx came into sight on the distant horizon. I remember the tiny, countless pinpricks of starlight in the sky overhead as the sun sank. We had talked once about those bright, clear stars in the north, seen from the height of Aviaron's Peak, but we never did make that journey together to see them. It's so common to promise journeys and delights to others, and never manage to bring them to fruition. I regret that now.

I didn't know her well enough to mourn. But I pray for her family's peace, and smile to think that she has found her own.

Written By Icelyn

Nov. 29, 2019, 11:41 a.m.(4/14/1012 AR)

It's good to see Aviaron's Peak prospering. The bazaar has anchored us into the life and needs of the Compact, and it lightens my heart to know my family is of service to the Silver Order as well

Written By Icelyn

Oct. 27, 2019, 12:43 p.m.(2/4/1012 AR)

Research is difficult and trying in all the ways that archery was, when I first learned to string and shoot. My days are in the stacks, staining my fingers with ink, until I can hear the rustle of turned pages in my sleep. I have been reminding myself that I didn't learn to shoot or fight in a day, but the longer my questions go unanswered, the more restless I am.

The gods always choose to answer in their time. When I forget, they remind me.

Written By Icelyn

Oct. 11, 2019, 11:07 p.m.(1/1/1012 AR)

I feel close to the gods every day of my life. I do not always feel close to people.

Today, less so. I thank the gods for those who not only listen, but also understand.

Written By Icelyn

Oct. 7, 2019, 11:15 a.m.(12/20/1011 AR)

I taste the ghost of the mountain air in Arx. But here the smells are chimney smoke and rotting leaves, no pine - no snow - no brittle shelves of ice.

I feel the need to go - somewhere. To do - something. To wake myself up while the rest of nature begins to fall asleep.

Written By Icelyn

Sept. 8, 2019, 11:33 p.m.(10/19/1011 AR)

Autumn is here. I can feel the tickle of winter in the air. It's in the brisk wind, the hard steel-cold scent of morning air, the sharpening edges of sounds that ring off buildings and cobbled streets.

It's been a long time since I saw a winter in Arx. I hope it will be one worth remembering.

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