Written By Lyiana
July 1, 2018, 4:57 p.m.(2/12/1009 AR)
Sometimes I think things happen for a reason. Sometimes I do not. As much as I try to stay positive, there are times when I just can't go that route and have to just sit and stare out a window.
Today was one of those times. I found myself plain glum and perhaps a little lazy, and spent half the day staring out of my window leading to the lovely view of the brick wall outside my shop. I had to redo an Aeterna piece because the material was so tricky I stitched it wrong and thus, a new gown was born. This one is a good piece, in my opinion, but I will not give away more, dears. You will have to wait and see.
Today was one of those times. I found myself plain glum and perhaps a little lazy, and spent half the day staring out of my window leading to the lovely view of the brick wall outside my shop. I had to redo an Aeterna piece because the material was so tricky I stitched it wrong and thus, a new gown was born. This one is a good piece, in my opinion, but I will not give away more, dears. You will have to wait and see.
Written By Lyiana
June 21, 2018, 7:43 p.m.(1/20/1009 AR)
The days are very cold now, and I am sitting in a warm room with a fire going dressed in wool. You'd think one would get hot and sweat out all their water, but it hasn't happened to me yet.
I met a man in the market who calls himself Snow. He is a sweet boy, quite gentle, and I also met one called Tempest. He wishes me to make garments for him, wool, plain, undyed.
I think I gave him a fair price. 1000 silver is a little less than I would charge someone if the clothing was dyed, but I can deal with undyed cloth. It may make my perfectionist rear her ugly head and ask why a dozen times over, but I will manage it.
I did better with the crowds today, though I willsay I did not notice them until I was finished with my business. When I do notice them, usually it is when I am busy with something else. They still make me jittery, though I am working on it. At least I am no longer painfully aware of every little detail of someone's step or talk. Progress is good, I expect.
I met a man in the market who calls himself Snow. He is a sweet boy, quite gentle, and I also met one called Tempest. He wishes me to make garments for him, wool, plain, undyed.
I think I gave him a fair price. 1000 silver is a little less than I would charge someone if the clothing was dyed, but I can deal with undyed cloth. It may make my perfectionist rear her ugly head and ask why a dozen times over, but I will manage it.
I did better with the crowds today, though I willsay I did not notice them until I was finished with my business. When I do notice them, usually it is when I am busy with something else. They still make me jittery, though I am working on it. At least I am no longer painfully aware of every little detail of someone's step or talk. Progress is good, I expect.
Written By Lyiana
June 17, 2018, 11:54 p.m.(1/13/1009 AR)
Today I was in the garden with a beautiful woman. It was cold as ever but we were sitting in the Grotto's warm garden. What is love, do you think? For me, it is a feeling, though for other's I do not know what it could be about. Perhaps for some, it is a feeling of warmth in the pit of one's stomach?
In all honesty I have not felt love in so long, at least not recipricated love, that I do not know what to call it. I have felt love, yes. I know the flutter of my stomach when someone I love walkes into a room, but there are different types of love, I think.
Perhaps this is just me being interspective and having a late night, but it is a thought. What is love to one person? What are the feelings one gets when confronting it?
In all honesty I have not felt love in so long, at least not recipricated love, that I do not know what to call it. I have felt love, yes. I know the flutter of my stomach when someone I love walkes into a room, but there are different types of love, I think.
Perhaps this is just me being interspective and having a late night, but it is a thought. What is love to one person? What are the feelings one gets when confronting it?
Written By Lyiana
June 17, 2018, 12:07 a.m.(1/11/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Simone
I had a dream of Simone the last time I saw her. I wanted her to be safe and I wanted her child to be safe. I hoped that she was going to get out of the city before the raids started and the silence took over. I miss her so much. She was the woman I would cry on or the one who I would protect till my dying breath. We are not lovers, you understand, no, we may be the best of friends, though our letters would consist of flowery words and lovely sintementt. I think she would see if I just wrote her, or perhaps if I just waited till she contacted me. Would she be angry? Would she be angry at me for being gone so long? I miss her. She gave me perfume. She was and is a kind woman. I wonder where she is or how she is doing? I know it has been two years, but I hope she is not too cross with me.
Written By Lyiana
June 14, 2018, 8:20 p.m.(12/26/1008 AR)
After two years, I have come back to the city. I have not written in this journal for that long, and thus, an explanation is needed. When I left the city, it was under siege; the silence as nearly defeated, though I did not know it then. I moved to a new town, adopted Fraiya the little street urchin who came to me for fruit and sundries, her Mother not giving a damn about her, and grew up. Moving to a new city will harden someone like me, at least it did until I wanted to show some emotion. I heard about the deaths, I heard about those who were lost and wept for them. Then, I picked myself up when I would have fallen, and went to work at doing my craft. I raised Fraiya as my own, I took no lovers. I did not have time for emotional attachment. I thought about Simone Greenmarch quite a bit though. Not receiving a letter from her as I often did, I resigned myself to the thought that perhaps she forgot me. I am easily forgotten. It is not hard to forget the sweet little tailor you knew once upon a time, but I did not begrudge her. I would never begrudge her. She is a kind woman, at least she is to me, and so I can honestly say that I hope her life has been eventful the last years I have been away. I taught Fraiya to read during those two years, sewed her dresses, became her Mother. She is still rambunctious, precocious, and thirsts for knowledge more than any child I've ever seen, and she's mine. She is my little love and I would do whatever it took to protect her. She is a good girl and now she speaks properly, not that gutter speech she learned from the streets. Two years flew by and I cannot remember what happened in those two years, though I do know that I thought about acquaintances often and did not let myself dwell on the past. It has been a hard road, yet a good one, for I am wiser than before I left, and harder when I came back. Though I am still kind, never doubt it, but I am not so trusting. I am a woman grown.
Written By Lyiana
March 31, 2017, 9:14 a.m.(3/9/1006 AR)
Today I saw bravery. Yesterday I saw death. I saw men die in front of me and I stood by whilst their blood dripped on my floor. Yesterday I saw people who were desperate try to rob me of my money. Today, I saw heros.
I still have dreams of some good in the world. Indeed I do, but war is hard and men are desperate and all we can do is try to help them. Oh Gods, help them. I need to clean my floor in my shop, but I cannot go in there yet. I have my orders to stay inside, for which I will do gladly until such time as I am needed.
I still have dreams of some good in the world. Indeed I do, but war is hard and men are desperate and all we can do is try to help them. Oh Gods, help them. I need to clean my floor in my shop, but I cannot go in there yet. I have my orders to stay inside, for which I will do gladly until such time as I am needed.
Written By Lyiana
March 11, 2017, 12:17 a.m.(1/25/1006 AR)
The days go by so slowly, like the passing of ships that never seem to want to stop and help those who are in need on the other vessel. They creep and they crawl and one cannot imagine the torture that the people are experiencing, yet there are still parties going on, still nobles to tailor for. It is forever spinning, the days go by, and still...
The winter snows are hard and unyielding today and it was hard to dream of even going to my shop to open, but I did. I always do. I am scared, afraid of things to come, yet also confident, at least as much as I can be. It is a strange thing that being around friends makes me come out of hiding. I was always the shy girl, the unnoticed girl. Sometimes I prefer it that way so I don't have to see the world as it is, wonder what people want from me. But it is not all bad. I have my dearest friends close and I appreciate each and every one of them, more than they perhaps know.
Cherish those you have. Cherish them and show them the love that you can and perhaps one day, you will be rewarded for your goodness and kindness. I'd like to think that, anyway. I should probably stop writing just now, though. It is cold and I still have things to do.
Lyi
The winter snows are hard and unyielding today and it was hard to dream of even going to my shop to open, but I did. I always do. I am scared, afraid of things to come, yet also confident, at least as much as I can be. It is a strange thing that being around friends makes me come out of hiding. I was always the shy girl, the unnoticed girl. Sometimes I prefer it that way so I don't have to see the world as it is, wonder what people want from me. But it is not all bad. I have my dearest friends close and I appreciate each and every one of them, more than they perhaps know.
Cherish those you have. Cherish them and show them the love that you can and perhaps one day, you will be rewarded for your goodness and kindness. I'd like to think that, anyway. I should probably stop writing just now, though. It is cold and I still have things to do.
Lyi
Written By Lyiana
Feb. 21, 2017, 6:02 p.m.(12/18/1005 AR)
(penmenship is neat and spelling perfect) It has been a long few days, but I finally managed to get the outfit I wanted to accomplish. It was a thrill to be able to do the work, even though I was cursing inside my head sometimes and trying not to scream the rest, though it was a good and wonderful experience.
Written By Lyiana
Feb. 13, 2017, 8:10 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
It is strange. I wake up in the morning and smile so much, and then when I walk into my shop, I hum. This is a silly thing, it is more like I am happy. This is strange and yet enlightening. Everything is calm and I am caught up in the mailstrum that is my life, yet I can smile through it all and sing. The day has not gone to the night yet in sometime, but as long as I wear my necklace and think ahead, at least as much as I can, it will all be all right. I have to hope this. I went to a gathering the other day and sat there for a while people watching. I admit I drank too much rum, but I had a pretty good time overall. As for the rest of my life, nothing of that much importance has happened, except for the fact of me having this overwhelming need to be happy. I enjoy such things. Clothing has been a steady business. I wonder if I'll ever hear from my Mother and Father? I miss them.
Written By Lyiana
Feb. 1, 2017, 5:57 p.m.(10/26/1005 AR)
Today I think I shall relax, at least until I need to do some more work. Getting an outfit done for a lord, and then two clothing bags are probably just what I needed to do to get my mind off things. As it stands so far, I overworked myself yesterday and nearly fell asleep at my worktable. Odd how being tired can pull apart your understanding of things.
Written By Lyiana
Jan. 30, 2017, 11:31 a.m.(10/19/1005 AR)
I am sometimes afraid for what may lie ahead for the next day. The turning of the sun is like a spinning wheel and you never know what will happen the next day, how one would survive upon the coming storm of doubt and discord. For now, I will do my best. I am nervous about the unrest though in the city, though perhaps it is just my imagination. Or perhaps not. Until then, I shall make my pretty colors, live in the world of fabric I have built for myself, and stay out of the way. I tend to do this often because I do not know what to say or do. It is strange being awkward in social situations, especially if you are used to being overlooked. Now, I am not overlooked or put aside and it feels strange. I have my shop and I am content to do right by the world as it stands.
Written By Lyiana
Jan. 29, 2017, 2:33 p.m.(10/17/1005 AR)
I have been working on a gown which is sure to be a beautiful success. Now if I could only get it to the proper customer, it should be a sparkling find. The smell of cut cloth and the shimmer of glass beads makes me happy. It has always done so, and for some reason I cannot fathom why. Perhaps it is because of the different textures? The texture of seasilk brings to mind a soft woman's hair, while the texture of cotton is a thicker contrast, unyielding and tougher. Silk is often quite expensive though, so I can imagine why the Nobility like it used to make their gowns and clothing. Ah, speaking of nobles, I had one in my shop today. He is a very nice eligant lord of some repute, and his servant boy is a gentle soul. I hope to work with him more in the future. He has asked me to do some sketches and send them off to him. In other news, for I know others will read this and thus am not going to say much more, I have finished the dark blue silk gown and hope to give it to its proper owner when the time comes.
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