Written By Sidney
Oct. 17, 2018, 10:54 p.m.(10/19/1009 AR)
What in the world have you all been doing to the Scholars while I was away? They look positively haggard.
I, on the other hand, am aglow from a summer spent in various scenic locales.
I expect everyone to come by the House and tell me very exciting stories about what I've missed.
I, on the other hand, am aglow from a summer spent in various scenic locales.
I expect everyone to come by the House and tell me very exciting stories about what I've missed.
Written By Sidney
Oct. 16, 2018, 1:38 a.m.(10/15/1009 AR)
[Samples from a freshly-filed backlog of smudged papers written while abroad]
7/05/1009 AR
I once believed that these cliffs were a wasted opportunity for a beach. Had the sea been a little gentler or more patient, this entire stretch of shoreline might have been a lovely cove -- but instead, the rocks were too steep for me to climb, and too high for me to dive from, and too dangerous for me to play between. (Or so said my aunt.)
Now I see any number of possibilities. This is the perfect terrain, for example, on which to coax new acquaintances into drinking copious amounts of rum with me while the wind blows majestically through our hair.
8/22/1009 AR
A ditty for future diners at the Heath Tavern:
No matter how charming the server
And no matter how potent the brew
The truth of the matter remains that
Seaweed. Isn't. Food.
09/03/1009 AR
There was a wedding today. I was briefly mistaken for a pirate, which is either complimentary or mortifying. I haven't yet decided which.
I was reminded of other weddings, which is never a helpful line of thought.
10/13/1009 AR
A very drunk man just pulled a missive from the leg of his messenger seagull, ponderously studied the text, and announced that -- according to his cousin's very reliable husband in the Arx court -- the Voice of the Whisper House was just made the new Sword of Telmar.
...that can't be right.
7/05/1009 AR
I once believed that these cliffs were a wasted opportunity for a beach. Had the sea been a little gentler or more patient, this entire stretch of shoreline might have been a lovely cove -- but instead, the rocks were too steep for me to climb, and too high for me to dive from, and too dangerous for me to play between. (Or so said my aunt.)
Now I see any number of possibilities. This is the perfect terrain, for example, on which to coax new acquaintances into drinking copious amounts of rum with me while the wind blows majestically through our hair.
8/22/1009 AR
A ditty for future diners at the Heath Tavern:
No matter how charming the server
And no matter how potent the brew
The truth of the matter remains that
Seaweed. Isn't. Food.
09/03/1009 AR
There was a wedding today. I was briefly mistaken for a pirate, which is either complimentary or mortifying. I haven't yet decided which.
I was reminded of other weddings, which is never a helpful line of thought.
10/13/1009 AR
A very drunk man just pulled a missive from the leg of his messenger seagull, ponderously studied the text, and announced that -- according to his cousin's very reliable husband in the Arx court -- the Voice of the Whisper House was just made the new Sword of Telmar.
...that can't be right.
Written By Sidney
June 17, 2018, 3:45 a.m.(1/11/1009 AR)
There is a particular luxury in attending a ball inside the very building you live in. No matter how much liquor you drink, your bed is only a few flights of stairs away.
And if you can't make the stairs, the garden is always pleasant for a nap -- at least in the summer.
And if you can't make the stairs, the garden is always pleasant for a nap -- at least in the summer.
Written By Sidney
April 24, 2018, 2:04 a.m.(8/10/1008 AR)
I have sent out a number of fantastic presents out of the generosity and purity of my heart.
I have also attended a noble (royal? noble) wedding in the capital for the first time.
The former was a great deal easier than the latter, although at the latter there was a lovely party.
Why is it that everyone cries at weddings?
I have also attended a noble (royal? noble) wedding in the capital for the first time.
The former was a great deal easier than the latter, although at the latter there was a lovely party.
Why is it that everyone cries at weddings?
Written By Sidney
April 21, 2018, 2:53 a.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
I missed everything but the wrapping-up of ceremonies at the open court held today at the Velenosa Estate, though drinking at the Black Fox afterwards has more than made up for that.
In Lenosia I felt I wore the Crownlands unmistakably in my voice and habits. Now, living once again in Arx, I feel very Southern.
I also feel as though mixing whiskey and wine was, perhaps, not the best of ideas.
...not the worst, either.
In Lenosia I felt I wore the Crownlands unmistakably in my voice and habits. Now, living once again in Arx, I feel very Southern.
I also feel as though mixing whiskey and wine was, perhaps, not the best of ideas.
...not the worst, either.
Written By Sidney
April 17, 2018, 3:44 p.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
I've realized I have no idea what I'm meant to watch during a duel. Weapons? Hands? Faces? Feet? It's all just noise and clatter and injuries.
Now, a bar -- there's a place I know what to do with myself. Even if the conversation is a bit above me. (I'm still not sure who's marrying whom.)
Making handsome men laugh is a significantly better use of my time than learning feints and footwork, I think.
Now, a bar -- there's a place I know what to do with myself. Even if the conversation is a bit above me. (I'm still not sure who's marrying whom.)
Making handsome men laugh is a significantly better use of my time than learning feints and footwork, I think.
Written By Sidney
April 14, 2018, 5:42 a.m.(7/19/1008 AR)
...I've decided to sit a while longer at my table before having this reshelved, as there is some sort of commotion on the other side of the Archive and the scholars look more than busy passing journals back and forth to be read and traded and hastily scribbled into and passed back around.
Either something very exciting is being planned, or a number of people are arguing by what I think must be the least efficient means possible.
[Here follows a bit of idle calligraphy practice in a highly skilled hand]
Either something very exciting is being planned, or a number of people are arguing by what I think must be the least efficient means possible.
[Here follows a bit of idle calligraphy practice in a highly skilled hand]
Written By Sidney
April 14, 2018, 5:34 a.m.(7/19/1008 AR)
Oh, Vellichor forgive me, I've been keeping all my days inside my head.
I've moved my things back out of the suite. How does anyone sleep with that much silence? Who needs that much space to think? Besides, it was gently pointed out to me that I haven't used the rooms for entertaining. (I never did purchase that tea set.)
Let it be ever remembered in the histories of this world that two men owe me drinks and I intend to collect.
I've moved my things back out of the suite. How does anyone sleep with that much silence? Who needs that much space to think? Besides, it was gently pointed out to me that I haven't used the rooms for entertaining. (I never did purchase that tea set.)
Let it be ever remembered in the histories of this world that two men owe me drinks and I intend to collect.
Written By Sidney
Jan. 21, 2018, 12:37 a.m.(1/4/1008 AR)
The Voice has finally deemed me presentable enough to be assigned duties at the Whisper House proper, which means that I'm being given my own suite there. To live in. Indefinitely. A suite entirely of my own, within which to live. (And host guests, of course. Should I get a teapot?)
It smells like silk and success and someone else's too-flowery perfume. It's wonderful.
...I've just noticed that half the people in the Archive are dressed as if they've just come from dancing. Did I miss another party?
It smells like silk and success and someone else's too-flowery perfume. It's wonderful.
...I've just noticed that half the people in the Archive are dressed as if they've just come from dancing. Did I miss another party?
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