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Written By Lasha

Feb. 7, 2021, 2:19 a.m.(11/21/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Zakhar

there's something to be said for an autumn sky and a beach to stand upon; when you gave me your keepsake and I gave you my answer. How young I feel when I see it. It cracks the shell of this old muscle, and reveals its shiny pearl. Not of white, or black or brown, not of silver hue. It reveals a precious blue; one of a kind, colored like the sky. It whispers of the sea. It whispers there is a child here still, and tells me you still have managed to find something unique. So I give my answer, and you suffer for it gratefully. Like the waves give their rumbles as they meet the shore, my answer will continue to be always yes. You've found your pearl of blue; a one of a kind. It continues to be yours until the sea becomes a mirror for the sun, and the waves no longer rise within their boundaries.

Written By Lasha

Nov. 21, 2020, 7:50 p.m.(6/7/1014 AR)

I made a mistake today, and I've found it's the best one I could've ever made. The question is, will it hurt an old man like me later on, and will I keep my calm when it ends. I set the standard low, so that I'll be pleasantly surprised.

Written By Lasha

Nov. 20, 2020, 12:58 a.m.(6/3/1014 AR)

Have you ever gotten to a point where you wanted something so bad, that when you are offered it you eat too much and sicken yourself and the enjoyment of it? I have found myself doing this today, though it wasn't food or anything similar. Instead, it was an idea, an action. In future, I'll use my head, instead of throwing out wits because it seems like limitless things are good for me.

Written By Lasha

Nov. 18, 2020, 10:58 p.m.(5/28/1014 AR)

There’s a deepness that every old man feels, that every old woman knows, and that the young never feel until they’ve lived: A deep chasm that an old man can look out over and see the years of his life spread out in front of him. He sees how deep and wide it is, how many moments makes up its walls, and for that old man, it brings peace and contentment.

But, it is a thing of sorrow when a young man is forced to see that chasm before his time, to see how much or how little his life matters to the things surrounding it. And, I swear, as I looked into a lordlings eyes today, I knew that he had looked into that chasm and what he saw was a vast divide full of nothing; no green valley, no rivers of happy times, or sadness, or broad floodplains of peace and tranquility before rapids of strife. It was an empty void that if not careful he’d throw himself into before praying for his early death. If there is one thing I do before I die in war, or drowning at sea, or expiring from old age, it will be to show that lordling that family is more than parentage, blood and the privilege of the purse. It is a life well lived full of experiences, tied together with others to form a great deepness filled with a beautiful landscape made of moments.

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