Written By Faye
July 11, 2021, 10:14 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
Written By Wylla
July 11, 2021, 8:35 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
"Sad songs help the aches when you grieve," my mother told me once. "There are poems set to music of loved ones dying in each others arms, and still they lift the ache when I hear them, more when I sing them. I weep and I sing and I remember your Mama Juna and miss her, oh so much. But after, the ache is less, the memories of her closer, and I can smile again."
I paint today in shades of gold and blue, scholar; melancholy moment with a warm future before us.
Yes. Links in a long chain, pulling us forward.
Written By Genevra
July 11, 2021, 8:30 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
Does it matter anymore?
Written By Bahiya
July 11, 2021, 8:29 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
I was fortunate, however; I kept their focus and attention. They never looked at the man I sought to spin out of the broken vessel that was my new manservant. My only slave, forced upon me as a prank, a prank I reclaimed as a gift to spite my cousin, after a long day of ... sadness.
It saved us both but the act troubles me still. Thoughtless, my family, but it was not all their fault, born to a culture that looks at some as less than human, less than worthy. I will not recount those tales here; I would not see them preserved by me, those horrors live in my mind and the minds of so many, I will not add to it. There are better scholars to record such events in a clinical manner, and the monstrosities will be remembered through the ages by those that survived and those born of the survivors; they will not see the lesson forgotten, I can promise you that.
It is a tragedy, truly, that we cannot commit such things to time, for time to remember while we go on, and the horrors never repeated.
But I know better.
Still, I expected a letter of shame from my mother, words of stern rebuke from my father, mocking words from my many, many cousins. But there is nothing. No word.
Perhaps they know my part in the damage of their trade. Yes, that would earn me something true, something solid: disrupting their coin.
I woke hours ago, scholar, and I reached for Kenjay, weeping, and asked him, 'what world is this?'
None of us know. How could we?
Written By Ariella
July 11, 2021, 8:19 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
Written By Isabeau
July 11, 2021, 8:18 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Audgrim
Written By Petra
July 11, 2021, 7:37 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
Written By Savio
July 11, 2021, 6:10 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
Now I better understand that magic, and I feel much older. The awe is gone. It's just cold now.
Written By Hadrian
July 11, 2021, 4:08 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
Written By Cufre
July 11, 2021, 3:15 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
For weeks and weeks now, my mind keeps drifting back to them. It. Them. You know, I've made and repaired jewelry for years now, and I've never once worked on or made even one. The one, yes, but these others?
I know this isn't making sense. It doesn't make sense to me. I'm coming out, I hope, of the worst headache of my life, so show me some grace there.
Written By Veronica
July 11, 2021, 2:59 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
Written By Amari
July 11, 2021, 1:33 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
What you're really trying to learn is how not to be an utter nuisance to the horse. If you can manage that, you'll eventually come to know them well enough to sense when, where and how you can push them and conversely, when you shouldn't. Every horse has their own personality, with their own likes, dislikes and fears. Those are all revealed only by patience, careful observation and not surrendering to frustration when you're confounded.
When you finally come to know and trust one another, you'll fly and have no more loyal a companion. With no trust, you'll only find yourself sat precarious upon a mortal enemy who will stubbornly refuse to comply to any of your well reasoned requests and commands, and will not hesitate in the slightest to toss you into a bush or kick a hole in your skull whenever they grow tired of your sagacious pretensions.
No matter your station, a horse will teach you humility. It's a valuable lesson, and prerequisite to good horsemanship.
Written By Ida
July 11, 2021, 12:56 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
Written By Oswyn
July 11, 2021, 12:25 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
* Get a new hood made.
* Make another batch of soothing ointment.
* Avoid strenuous activity.
* Never sleep again.
Alright, maybe not that last part. But there are dreams I'm not looking forward to.
Written By Martino
July 11, 2021, 12:06 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
See about sponsoring one for her in the Menagerie's Reptile House and taking her to visit it ever-so-often.
No need to start thinking of ways to have a snake live in the House.
Written By Patrizio
July 11, 2021, 9:41 a.m.(10/24/1015 AR)
It was an exquisite evening to showcase the artistry of not only those of the Oathlands, but much of what the Compact has to offer in the arts. It is a constant wonder to me, the variety of such things that exists within our lands, and while I myself have shown little talent for it, I can appreciate those with an eye for it in its varied forms. (I would admit myself being partial to the dancing and musical performances, not that the play was not compelling, or the Princess Denica's art as fabulous as ever.) Given the astounding success of the evening in Artshall, I look forward eagerly to seeing the final outcome of Lady Mabelle's latest project, when the district is at last completed.
Written By Amari
July 11, 2021, 9:08 a.m.(10/24/1015 AR)
Perhaps I'll just have those bear claws made into earrings, or as Cristoph and Mabelle suggested, weapons. They'd make a gentle reminder to not wrestle bears and a decent birthday gift to myself. That is if the far greater gift fails to materialize.
(It's a straw hat, I'm hoping for a preposterously big one I can shelter under).
Written By Amari
July 11, 2021, 8:55 a.m.(10/24/1015 AR)
I think I was most taken by the statue of Duke Grimthog Two-Head Grayhill, not because he was particularly handsome or anything. It was just peculiar to see him rendered and tangible, rather than being a name attached to a figment of imagination alone. That's not to say everything else wasn't as impressive. Gianna's performance, was flawless, the efforts of Caprice at the shrine of Jayus I did enjoy as well, Mabelle was her usual stylish self, and conversation was pleasant.
When it's finished, I'll visit again. Perhaps I'll contribute a Petrichorman, or something more grand.
Written By Cambria
July 11, 2021, 2:15 a.m.(10/24/1015 AR)
Written By Cambria
July 11, 2021, 2:12 a.m.(10/24/1015 AR)
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