Written By Isobella
May 15, 2019, 5:05 p.m.(2/10/1011 AR)
I'd wondered time and again whether Lenosia Red would maintain its allure once the embargo was lifted and it ran red through the routes of the Lyceum once more.
The answer is a resounding 'yes'. It is still every bit as sweet and powerful as the many creatures and comforts that hail from lovely Lenosia.
The answer is a resounding 'yes'. It is still every bit as sweet and powerful as the many creatures and comforts that hail from lovely Lenosia.
Written By Isobella
Jan. 26, 2019, 10:32 a.m.(6/16/1010 AR)
The only thing better than a new gown is a new surprise gown. In the midst of the turmoil and strife of late, it is an immeasurable pleasure to have something to truly laugh about. To the kind soul that commissioned the gown originally, thank you. The intent is almost as lovely as the gown itself. And of course to the gentle giant that ensured that I got the gift despite it all, you are a knight among knights - but surely you know this already. I should find someone to make a matching set of jewelry perhaps - a jeweler with a very good memory, of course.
Written By Isobella
Jan. 14, 2019, 4:34 p.m.(5/11/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Andry
I am a firm believer in the idea that boredom is a personal failing. To that end, it is imperative that one surround themselves with interesting people from varied walks of life, with worthwhile stories to tell, and purposes that intersect with your own in complementary ways without being entirely parallel. That having been said, I'm quite pleased to have met Sir Andry Bayweather. This disciple of Gild has an appreciation for commerce that rivals my own, while his travels have taken him down paths I shall never walk. As everyone knows, where trade and travel meet is where the magic happens - not the kind of magic that inspires fear and horror, but the kind that inspires growth and progress. It pleases me greatly to have Sir Andry accept my offer of patronage; may it profit us both.
Written By Isobella
Jan. 12, 2019, 7:47 p.m.(5/7/1010 AR)
Whose war is this? Whose feet can I lay this at, who can I shame?
These sentiments seem to swirl about the city like the chirping of so many locusts, a refrain of blame.
Within the Lyceum, amidst the silk and the flowers, one will find a notable number of mirrors in our designs, in our homes. Reflective jewelry, mirror-hilted blades, both ornamental and otherwise. So perhaps we see ourselves more often, more clearly. Ours is a pragmatism famed; it is interesting to note the things which make us who we are, and possibly how we are.
This is our war. These were our choices, these are our repercussions. Find the blame in a mirror, and face the problem head-on.
These sentiments seem to swirl about the city like the chirping of so many locusts, a refrain of blame.
Within the Lyceum, amidst the silk and the flowers, one will find a notable number of mirrors in our designs, in our homes. Reflective jewelry, mirror-hilted blades, both ornamental and otherwise. So perhaps we see ourselves more often, more clearly. Ours is a pragmatism famed; it is interesting to note the things which make us who we are, and possibly how we are.
This is our war. These were our choices, these are our repercussions. Find the blame in a mirror, and face the problem head-on.
Written By Isobella
Jan. 12, 2019, 7:36 p.m.(5/7/1010 AR)
At Princess Katarina's recent gathering, a discussion was had regarding the line between the privilege and the responsibility of power. There were many opinions expressed from those both with privilege and those under the thumb of power, those born with titles and those that came into them through tragedy and circumstance.
I find myself straddling the line, now. Surely I was born a Velenosa, which carries with it a modicum of power; those who wax philosophical and doubt the nature of a name have clearly never witnessed firsthand all that can come of a name's utterance even in the dark. But having now been appointed as a Voice, to speak with an authority that is no longer simply implied, I carry a weight that is not aptly described as responsibility but as expectation.
Will I thrive? Will I succeed? Will I succumb? And who will cheer or weep for me if I do?
I find myself straddling the line, now. Surely I was born a Velenosa, which carries with it a modicum of power; those who wax philosophical and doubt the nature of a name have clearly never witnessed firsthand all that can come of a name's utterance even in the dark. But having now been appointed as a Voice, to speak with an authority that is no longer simply implied, I carry a weight that is not aptly described as responsibility but as expectation.
Will I thrive? Will I succeed? Will I succumb? And who will cheer or weep for me if I do?
Written By Isobella
Jan. 5, 2019, 8:06 a.m.(4/20/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I picked up one of the copper pins everyone is raving about these days as the must-have fashion accessory in these perilous times. Of course, I was a bit shocked to see that they were offered without cost. While I'm of course impressed with the selflessness of such an act by a clearly talented smith (the piece is simple but exquisite) I should try to find out if there is a fund or charity of some sort set up to support the current efforts to bolster Arvum's hope and harmony.
Written By Isobella
Jan. 5, 2019, 7:46 a.m.(4/20/1010 AR)
I've dreamed a dream far-flung, but with no roads.
And no roads is a travesty. So with the harbor currently occupied by boats that don't paint the friendliest of pictures, it occurs to me that while trade over the southern seas is profitable and expedient, putting all of our eggs into one brine-laced basket isn't the best thing for the delicate balance of the market. I'll be seeking out those with a head for trade, travel, and thinking outside of the established lines, so to speak. Neither man nor monsters (nor great hulking behemoth ships) should ever stand in the way of trade, whatever road we may need to pave.
And no roads is a travesty. So with the harbor currently occupied by boats that don't paint the friendliest of pictures, it occurs to me that while trade over the southern seas is profitable and expedient, putting all of our eggs into one brine-laced basket isn't the best thing for the delicate balance of the market. I'll be seeking out those with a head for trade, travel, and thinking outside of the established lines, so to speak. Neither man nor monsters (nor great hulking behemoth ships) should ever stand in the way of trade, whatever road we may need to pave.
Written By Isobella
Dec. 30, 2018, 7:23 a.m.(4/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
Jaenelle was swift in her welcome upon my arrival in Arx, which was all the more impressive considering the sheer volume of goings-on in the city at the moment. We haven't had a chance to meet in person as yet, but I look forward to learning more of this Thrax-born Voice of Velenosa.
Written By Isobella
Dec. 30, 2018, 5:16 a.m.(4/8/1010 AR)
The question that dances behind many closed lips in response to the recent offer posed to the people of the Compact seems to be 'At what cost?' and for good reason. Others don't seem interested in joining the table for negotiations at all, instead taking the stance that the Compact must stand for itself with the passing of its protector. Personally, I'm curious as to what's in it for all parties involved, foreign and familiar. I'll continue speaking to others likewise curious or better informed than myself; it's clearly an interesting moment in time to have found myself in Arx once more.
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