Written By Serena
Oct. 31, 2020, 2:30 p.m.(4/20/1014 AR)
Every time I return to my rooms in Whisper House I am reminded that I need to find my way to a tailor. I have seasilk gifted from a wonderful person and I need to ensure I dazzle them with what it has become. Luckily I have an idea in mind and just need to get the proper artisan to make the pieces. And with the weather warming, it will even be easier to wear.
Written By Serena
Oct. 25, 2020, 7:28 p.m.(4/8/1014 AR)
Spring has home. That always makes a Lycene happy when living in Arx. The snow should melt away, the mud should dry up soon enough, and we will once more be surrounded by flowers.
Written By Serena
Oct. 10, 2020, 10:11 a.m.(3/5/1014 AR)
Scholar,
If I had to choose just one thing that I enjoyed most, just one thing that made me always remember I have no regrets about my path to Whisper House, it would be the people. Not just the other Whispers, so often sweet and willing to help you better yourself. I mean our clientele.
No, I shall not give away their names. Their reasons to visit are their own to tell and not mine. I will say this week I've enjoyed everything from helping a young lord learn to dance before his wedding, enjoyed tea with an older gentleman whose family had all moved away, and taught etiquette lessons to a lass from the boroughs trying to open her own business.
It's these small, personal interactions with the people that I enjoy the most. It puts hope in the heart, a smile on the lips. Oh, certainly it is moving to know that you assisted a House in a campaign to get a new law accepted by the people or somesuch. But for me? The true joy comes down to the personal.
Serena Whisper
If I had to choose just one thing that I enjoyed most, just one thing that made me always remember I have no regrets about my path to Whisper House, it would be the people. Not just the other Whispers, so often sweet and willing to help you better yourself. I mean our clientele.
No, I shall not give away their names. Their reasons to visit are their own to tell and not mine. I will say this week I've enjoyed everything from helping a young lord learn to dance before his wedding, enjoyed tea with an older gentleman whose family had all moved away, and taught etiquette lessons to a lass from the boroughs trying to open her own business.
It's these small, personal interactions with the people that I enjoy the most. It puts hope in the heart, a smile on the lips. Oh, certainly it is moving to know that you assisted a House in a campaign to get a new law accepted by the people or somesuch. But for me? The true joy comes down to the personal.
Serena Whisper
Written By Serena
Sept. 27, 2020, 6:09 a.m.(2/7/1014 AR)
I received a messenger recently which made me reflect on my time as a Whisper. We didn't have courtiers of any kind when I grew up; it was one of the things we had lost by being Abandoned. For us, if you were at our Court then you served a very specific function - a Minister or the like - or were a member of their family. There were no people who made their livelihood in the same way that the Whispers and other Courtiers of Arx and elsewhere do.
My first experience with a Whisper was at a dinner in Zaffria. A lord had his legs crushed by a falling horse and found himself no longer able to enjoy his time as he once had, or feel as productive as he once did. He had started to let bitterness take seed in his heart. He would lash out at any of us who offered to help because that only drew attention to how he was different. It was a Whisper, passing through on his way to Lenosia, that uprooted the bitterness from the lord's heart. He didn't treat the lord any different; he brought him to activities. He held long conversations in the gardens with him.
It was then that I began to realize that Whispers were more than pretty faces and good dancers. It was then that I began to understand that Whispers weren't just neutral diplomats who would sometimes negotiate between troubled houses.
Whispers are confidantes.
It doesn't matter whether your passion is a party or talking endlessly about rock formations. It doesn't matter if you have the money of a prince or that of a pauper. There's a Whisper willing to listen, to be part of your conversation, and to hold it as close to his or her heart as any sworn priest.
Being a Whisper means I have a chance to be part of another's story and help them achieve a dream. And that is a calling I am glad I answered. It's been a beautiful journey so far.
My first experience with a Whisper was at a dinner in Zaffria. A lord had his legs crushed by a falling horse and found himself no longer able to enjoy his time as he once had, or feel as productive as he once did. He had started to let bitterness take seed in his heart. He would lash out at any of us who offered to help because that only drew attention to how he was different. It was a Whisper, passing through on his way to Lenosia, that uprooted the bitterness from the lord's heart. He didn't treat the lord any different; he brought him to activities. He held long conversations in the gardens with him.
It was then that I began to realize that Whispers were more than pretty faces and good dancers. It was then that I began to understand that Whispers weren't just neutral diplomats who would sometimes negotiate between troubled houses.
Whispers are confidantes.
It doesn't matter whether your passion is a party or talking endlessly about rock formations. It doesn't matter if you have the money of a prince or that of a pauper. There's a Whisper willing to listen, to be part of your conversation, and to hold it as close to his or her heart as any sworn priest.
Being a Whisper means I have a chance to be part of another's story and help them achieve a dream. And that is a calling I am glad I answered. It's been a beautiful journey so far.
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