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Written By Poppy

July 11, 2022, 10:07 p.m.(12/27/1017 AR)

Tonight my cousin died.

It was not his time, nor was it kind. Thornweave is not known for it's kindness, nor is the maw.

But I promise, we will rise. We will conquer and grow stronger. We have been kept in the dark for far too long and it will not be the case anymore.

Written By Poppy

July 9, 2022, 4:26 a.m.(12/21/1017 AR)

I took my explorers this test this week. It took a lot of pushing by my friends to go do it. I did not believe I could ever pass something that requires being outside. I have never been someone who enjoys being up trees or hunting or hiking or running. Their support gave me the strength to try.

The prompt response from the pathfinder and the kindness of Caspian saw me follow through on going and pushed me to try my hardest. I am still not certain that the test was not made easier for me, or if some points were secretly added because I know how to stop bleeding, but I passed and it gives me hope that I will be better prepared for what is ahead.

Except if it involves running. I am certain that is a skill I will never master.

Written By Poppy

Oct. 11, 2020, 12:19 a.m.(3/7/1014 AR)

I am grateful for the invitation to visit with the Eswynd family and learn how some of their traditions mirror our own back home.

Next time I will listen to Lord Haakon when he says sip. I'm pretty positive this hangover may last the entire week.

Written By Poppy

Aug. 18, 2020, 3:30 a.m.(11/11/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Thea

Lady Thea introduced me to the gauntlet this week. Shut up scholar! Of course I didn't die. I can exercise. Stop it scholar! Don't laugh I did complete it.

OK, fine. I fell a few times and didn't get anywhere near over the wall. But I did get up the rope. I don't see what all the fuss is about. The rope was the easiest part.

What's that's scholar? Yes Lady Thea did the course. Shush scholar. It's not a competition.

Written By Poppy

Aug. 16, 2020, 6:21 a.m.(11/7/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Azova

I too cried when I saw the house of solace. It is meant to be a house of healing. One of Lagoma's love. In a way it feels like it has been violated and is wrong. I know it will be fixed and returned to it's state of healing, but it certainly feels like a gash that will take time to heal.

Written By Poppy

Aug. 15, 2020, 7:30 a.m.(11/5/1013 AR)

Scholar.

I have been neglecting you. I'm sorry. Stop that! Don't look so sad. I've been busy. See there has been a mass exodus of the house of solace. All patients removed and either tended to at home or at the hospital. It's been so busy. I saw one mercy carry an elderly man on her back. I myself have been running between people's homes to offer care. Shut up scholar! I can too run! Not well. But I can!

I did realize it was prudent I buy some pants.Chaffing is no laughing matter.

Shut up scholar. I just said it was no laughing matter.

Written By Poppy

July 17, 2020, 7:25 a.m.(9/3/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Cerys

I am grateful for the princess.

This is my first summer in the city and being so new to the heat and how to properly style oneself for it, she has been an asset while my dear patron just laughed at my misfortune. I was told oil in my hair would tame the curls that ended in a halo of frizz. Not being told what type or how much, I coated my head in some sort of oil I found around the house.

Well, scholar. I think it was actually some sort of fermented fish oil. It smelt dreadfully and didn't really work. It made my hair greasy, except the ends. The ends were still a frizzy mess. Thankfully the princess took pity on me and taught me how to style my hair appropriately and not expire in this heat.

Thank goodness for it, because a trip to the Lyceum may kill me if it's hotter than it is now.

Written By Poppy

June 24, 2020, 6:49 p.m.(7/14/1013 AR)

Scholar!

I had the most surreal night last night. The companions I was having tea with were suddenly called into the forest. We followed along, led by princess Sorrel's song and Master Apollo's beautiful light. It was almost like a party. That was, until it wasn't.

Well! A high Lord yelled at a bush and was thrown through the air before a terrible wolf... Well, I think it was a wolf, shredded his breast plate. I am glad I always carry a small parcel of bandages and such on me, but after last night I'm reconsidering if I should carry a whole pack.

Who knew tea could be so exciting?

Written By Poppy

June 21, 2020, 8:11 p.m.(7/8/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Rosalind

Scholar. Please make sure a copy of this is shoved under Lady Rosalind Ravenseye's nose.

I do too know /how/ to run. I just choose not to. Why would you want to run? You jiggle everywhere and then sweat gets in your eyes and makes your hair stick to your neck. Then you can barely breathe and everything aches. There's nothing pleasurable about running. Not at all. It's why running laps is used as a punishment.

Anyway. It's much more enjoyable to be carried places. Especially when you're short and hurt your neck to see the sky.

Written By Poppy

June 21, 2020, 4:45 a.m.(7/7/1013 AR)

Scholar. I need some help.

Now stop it. This is serious.

Scholar. I need to learn how to climb a ladder in a much more proficient manner. It does not look good if after three rungs you're out of breath and feel like every muscle is aching.

Stop laughing scholar. I am serious!

Shut up scholar. I could to run if my life depended on it.

Written By Poppy

June 10, 2020, 8 a.m.(6/13/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Sirius

Stout. Tall. Resilient.

You have so many things wrong about us northerners. Especially those from the far north. Our environment is not what shapes us as you'd like to believe.

I am not tall, far from it. It's an oddity for my family. My father, well, he was a giant in my eyes. He was tall most certainly, but in my young eyes he was bigger than life. His laugh could shake walls. His hand reached up could brush the sky and his heart could hold endless love for us. He called me pocket-size for my height and I loved snuggling into his furs and having him pretend I was tucked into his pocket when he carried me off to bed at night. My father was all you said. Stout. Tall. Resilient. What you missed was that he was kind. He was funny. He was brave and he sacrificed his life so I can be here. That I can be safe and happy and free. It is his laughter at how I would always get flour on my nose that I remember when I bake bread or how his coat would tickle my nose whenever a new fur pelt arrives.

The far north is dangerous most certainly. But the people are not. They are kind and brave and complex like any other person. Our resilence does not come from our environment, but from our compassion to see others survive and prosper where others would chose to forget life existed.

Written By Poppy

June 8, 2020, 6:38 a.m.(6/9/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Dycard

You went to Sungreet without warning me!

For that, I will certainly teach Mr Snuffles to aim for your boots next time he suffers from sea sickness.

Written By Poppy

June 2, 2020, 7:26 p.m.(5/26/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Azova

But they'll know! I'll get that squinty disapproving look. And the lecture! The, I'm not mad, just severely disappointed in you one.

I don't see why they were so upset. I mean, it's educational, right?

Written By Poppy

June 1, 2020, 11:10 p.m.(5/25/1013 AR)

Dear scholar.

This week I've learnt, if you want to Avoid "volunteering" for a month of night work and cleaning duties at Solace house, you should not sing songs about lancing boils and clearing rot around patients and certainly not when other members there can hear you.

Written By Poppy

May 31, 2020, 5:36 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)

Scholar.

Can you feel it? That stillness? The quiet?


Something is coming. I can feel it in the pit of my stomach.

Written By Poppy

May 26, 2020, 10:39 p.m.(5/13/1013 AR)

Scholar.

I have a question about honor. I made a new friend. One who signs their letters with honor holds. But, I caught them today in bold face lie. A lie over something little. Something that didn't need a lie. The truth came out and I'm hurt that I was betrayed.

Now I am question their honor. Are they still considered honorable even if caught in a lie? We're they honorable to start with? Is there any reason one should lie? At what point is a lie acceptable?

Written By Poppy

May 24, 2020, 6:02 p.m.(5/8/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Dagny

Hello Scholar. I want to tell you about the time Lady Dagny saved me from an almost very cranky caribou. What? Don't laugh. They get very cranky.

See. I had gone to gather some flowers and well, I decided to have a nap against this rock. But you see, it wasn't actually a rock. Shut up scholar! I had lots of fur on so didn't feel this one was warm or furry. The antlers? well, it was near the brambles so I assumed they were branches. Anyway!

There I was getting all snoozy and comfortable and all of a sudden Dagny, I mean, Lady Dagny jumped out of the bushes screaming and brandishing her sword, running straight towards me. Spirits! I thought she planned to kill me. But no! Instead, she stabbed my rock. It shuddered and groaned before collapsing even further.

Yes scholar. She was pleased with the kill, until she realized I wasn't strong enough to help her haul it back to Bonespire.

Written By Poppy

May 19, 2020, 6:39 a.m.(4/25/1013 AR)

I'm not afraid to admit I have known fear like those crowds scholar. I grew up in a tribe in the far north. I remember discussions on what would we do if our winter was bleaker than average. I remember the fear of choice. Who would be fed today and who would go to bed hungry. However, what I always focused on was hope.

Hope that food stores didn't get that low. Hope that there was enough food to go around. Hope that something would change. It is what kept me sane when I was young. Hope and work hard and maybe tomorrow will be better.

I won't lie, some of the decadence here throws me. The clothes people wear. How silver is so disposable. But I should not be surprised. The city is for all. The young and old, the poor and rich and on and on. Where there is decadence there is also poverty. Where I have seen great decadence and hedonism, I have also seen generousity beyond my belief and a kindness that renders me speechless.

So with that scholar, I end this rambling. I want to end like I have started. With hope. Hope that we can find a way forward that helps others. Hope that the people go to bed with less fear. Hope that, well, I guess just hope.

Written By Poppy

May 12, 2020, 8:58 p.m.(4/12/1013 AR)

Scholar.

My friend was recently injured.I was called to her estate and asked to aid her. What I faced was not what I expected. I expected to hear she had fallen out of a tree and broken a limb. Instead, I found a woman clinging to life. Her body mawled by a wolf. Her voice barely a whisper and even wiping the dried blood from her face hurt. It broke my heart. To see someone I care for so hurt, so broken. It took hours to clean and stich the wounds, and the aid of those better skilled than me to close most of the wounds. It was to my great relief that she survived.

However, while she should be staying in bed recovering, she's been out trying to run. Out drinking. Out moaning about having scars and her inability to do what she can normally do. It frustrates me to no end that these are her concerns, when multiple people worked tirelessly to mend her body. That their work, their concerns, their efforts are met with absolute disregard. She could of died, her family could of lost her. But her concern is scars and being bored.

It hurts my heart scholar.

Written By Poppy

May 10, 2020, 8:44 p.m.(4/8/1013 AR)

Scholar. I had an accident. wait, what do you mean another one? Are you calling me clumsy scholar? No scholar. I stumbled out of bed this morning and while readying myself for the the day, I accidentally trod on Mr Snuffles. No scholar! That's Not a code name for some lover. Mr Snuffles is my hedgehog that eased their slumber early.

Scholar! Do you know how much a spike to the foot hurts? It's dreadful. I informed a friend and they were so concerned about me hurting Mr Snuffles that they forgot to ask how my foot was.

Oh scholar shut up. It isn't that funny.

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