Written By Sira
Oct. 17, 2023, 9:11 p.m.(1/11/1021 AR)
No two journeys are alike, and most will take you to places you never could have imagined. Mine started in Bastion, twice, the first time when I was born and the second time when the city fell and I survived.
I came to Arx a refugee with only patchwork memories - my first name, my skill with needle and numbers, a deep fear of bodies of water. I had been here once before, for a short while, before my mother fell ill and I returned to Bastion to care for her and run her shop. Suddenly, I was back, and I knew my shop but not fully who I was. So I started sewing.
I was Tehom's favored at the Blood Moon masquerade shortly after. Eventually, my memories came back, and I knew I had lost my mother and brother in Bastion. I knew I had lost my father years before. I knew, too, that letting people get close would mean losing them. I tried not to. Some of you were just too stubborn and insisted on being in my life. Thank you.
If this has been released, it means something has come to pass that will prevent my return to the sales counter at the shop. My journey has come to an end. I hope, whatever it was, that it was a good end. A fitting end.
And I hope you aim higher. Reach further. Determine what you want and get it. Then keep going. Shed what doesn't serve you. You deserve better.
I came to Arx a refugee with only patchwork memories - my first name, my skill with needle and numbers, a deep fear of bodies of water. I had been here once before, for a short while, before my mother fell ill and I returned to Bastion to care for her and run her shop. Suddenly, I was back, and I knew my shop but not fully who I was. So I started sewing.
I was Tehom's favored at the Blood Moon masquerade shortly after. Eventually, my memories came back, and I knew I had lost my mother and brother in Bastion. I knew I had lost my father years before. I knew, too, that letting people get close would mean losing them. I tried not to. Some of you were just too stubborn and insisted on being in my life. Thank you.
If this has been released, it means something has come to pass that will prevent my return to the sales counter at the shop. My journey has come to an end. I hope, whatever it was, that it was a good end. A fitting end.
And I hope you aim higher. Reach further. Determine what you want and get it. Then keep going. Shed what doesn't serve you. You deserve better.
Written By Sira
July 21, 2023, 11:32 a.m.(3/16/1020 AR)
Some time ago, someone told me I should have a cat. I have recently found myself with a cat. She's very lovely, but how do I get her to stop bringing dead animals into the shop? Where does she keep finding them in this weather? And why do I suddenly feel this odd feeling in my chest when I look at her? I need the help of someone who understands animals. I have never cared for a creature before. She needs a bed, I suppose. A nice satin one. Maybe I can fill it with the feathers of the birds she keeps bringing me.
Written By Sira
May 6, 2023, 10:08 a.m.(10/5/1019 AR)
The act of making a public declaration is one I typically reserve for non-personal business - things relating to the shop or the Silver Consortium. However, this feels momentous enough to chronicle for the masses: I have (re)sworn to Grayson.
As someone born in Bastion, and someone who lost nearly everything in the horrific Shav attack on that Great city, it seemed right that I reclaim my home. I hope that, as Grayson and her allies continue to rebuild Bastion, I can reopen my mother's shop. My plan is to have it be a place where my apprentices can find their own design-sense, and my economic prowess can invigorate the trades within the city once more.
As someone born in Bastion, and someone who lost nearly everything in the horrific Shav attack on that Great city, it seemed right that I reclaim my home. I hope that, as Grayson and her allies continue to rebuild Bastion, I can reopen my mother's shop. My plan is to have it be a place where my apprentices can find their own design-sense, and my economic prowess can invigorate the trades within the city once more.
Written By Sira
Jan. 1, 2023, 6:11 a.m.(2/24/1019 AR)
I think I may need to commission a hairpin or similar. Not that I could effectively wield such a thing. However, recently Lord Savio Amadeo referred to me as "Doomneedle" and it seems a fitting name for a sharp object.
Written By Sira
Nov. 20, 2022, 3:43 p.m.(11/25/1018 AR)
A question for the commons that have found marriage: Why? I don't ask to belittle your love and commitment; I ask because it seems unnecessary.
Written By Sira
March 13, 2022, 4:20 p.m.(4/10/1017 AR)
It might be that some memories were better forgotten, but now I can move forward with no questions of who I am leaving behind.
No one.
There's a freedom in that.
No one.
There's a freedom in that.
Written By Sira
Oct. 24, 2021, 9:18 p.m.(6/11/1016 AR)
After many years away, I decided to come back to the city. A good choice of timing, as I can immediately get back to work with some outfits for the masquerade everyone seems so excited about. One lord told me of something he saw at the last he attended, and I tell you now, these people either have impressive imaginations or the best black market connections. So many with their heads in the clouds.
Written By Sira
Feb. 16, 2019, 7:50 p.m.(8/2/1010 AR)
I am considering starting to work on some fine and exotic leather pieces fit for a study. The bedding is nice, but so unchallenging.
Written By Sira
Feb. 16, 2019, 7:48 p.m.(8/2/1010 AR)
I am out of gold leaf until Monday, to work on the finishing touches on the Summer Dawn dawnstone and garnet bed. The finish has been acting finnicky.
Written By Sira
Feb. 16, 2019, 11:02 a.m.(8/2/1010 AR)
The champagne silver and cardian snakeskin bar bar set sold recently, and I was only too pleased to see the funds go into increasing my stock of materials to work. Now if only I could get the feet to look right on the dawnstone and gilded bed.
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