Written By Raya
March 29, 2020, 4:32 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
I was honored to be able to attend the re-opening of Gloria's shrine. But I'm not sure I will be able to get the smell of burning bear fur out of my clothes.
Written By Raya
March 27, 2020, 4:45 p.m.(1/4/1013 AR)
Back and forth to the Oathlands. It gives one whiplash.
I love the fresh snow in the morning, before it's been marred by the passing of people and animals. Like a fresh start.
I love the fresh snow in the morning, before it's been marred by the passing of people and animals. Like a fresh start.
Written By Raya
Feb. 2, 2020, 9:45 p.m.(9.174098875661375/10.749537037037037/1012.6811749063052 AR)
Relationship Note on Apollo
I had the distinct pleasure to visit Apollo's fine shop, the Leather Paean, recently, as I hunt for new boots to support me on a trip I'm planning back to the Oathlands. I must say, I found the wares on display at this place absolutely lovely. Style and utilty, and the proprietor was absolutely gracious with all my questions. I shall certainly visit again. I am often in need of good shoes and if they are as pretty as they are comfortable, that is a rare and precious thing.
Written By Raya
Jan. 5, 2020, 9:12 p.m.(7/5/1012 AR)
When I left Arx, I was little more than a girl, and had seen nothing of the world. I'd just taken my vows as a godsworn sister and had accepted a post at a seraphy in the Oathlands, to work and learn under the more experienced clergy there. The city I knew was one seen through a child's eyes, and I struggle to recognize it now. The faces all seem changed, the buildings and streets both smaller and more complex. So much of what I knew as a girl is gone, replaced or covered over by progress or simply change. And I can scarce remember that little girl that I was, as I look upon my own reflection. Everything is reoriented. I am dizzy for it. But I seek a path forward and a place here that shall allow me to grow and flourish, as Lagoma would wish.
Written By Raya
Jan. 3, 2020, 11:32 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
I came to the Archives to record an odd dream of mine for posterity. The strange song, a child’s rhythm twisted to the macabre. A dark tale of death and liars. The crows. My thoughts, even waking days later, are haunted by the crows.
It seems, as I read through the recent entries, I am far from the only one.
What does it mean, I wonder? I do not know, but I record this for Vellichor. And for Jayus, to whom I have always prayed on my dreams. There is power in them, even if we do not immediately understand them, and I shall think on this one much longer than a night.
It seems, as I read through the recent entries, I am far from the only one.
What does it mean, I wonder? I do not know, but I record this for Vellichor. And for Jayus, to whom I have always prayed on my dreams. There is power in them, even if we do not immediately understand them, and I shall think on this one much longer than a night.
Written By Raya
Dec. 29, 2019, 2:58 p.m.(6/18/1012 AR)
For posterity to Vellichor, I submit to the Whites that my journey to Arx has concluded without incident. Unless you count the dust and discomfort that comes with long days on wagons and afoot. It did provide an opportunity to take rest and shelter in the shrines and waystations along the roads, at least, and to spend some hours with keepers of the rural places of worship. The Solace continue to give all kindly aid to travelers, their fellows of the Faith and otherwise, and they have my thanks for making my journey a little more comfortable and escorting me here safely.
I am a child of the capital, but I've been so many years away it is taking me time to reacclimate to the steps and rhythm of the lovely, chaotic dance of its streets. The tempo in the Oathlands is more measured and ordered. I learned much in my time studying with the theologians there, including perhaps some temperance of my own, but I confess I have missed the intoxicating rush of this city. Such color, such life, such a mix of peoples all seeking the right path for themselves toward the gods' virtues. I hope I've learned enough to guide them wisely, and to better understand my own path.
I am a child of the capital, but I've been so many years away it is taking me time to reacclimate to the steps and rhythm of the lovely, chaotic dance of its streets. The tempo in the Oathlands is more measured and ordered. I learned much in my time studying with the theologians there, including perhaps some temperance of my own, but I confess I have missed the intoxicating rush of this city. Such color, such life, such a mix of peoples all seeking the right path for themselves toward the gods' virtues. I hope I've learned enough to guide them wisely, and to better understand my own path.
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