Written By Joscelin
July 4, 2018, 1:58 a.m.(2/17/1009 AR)
When I cast my metalwork, there are many details that need to be worked on. Scales, fur, words, settings re-done, textures enhanced. For all the my lamps are bright, I can only do such work during the day. Hence, why the back of my shop is all window, and it looks out to my little garden.
Today I worked on scales.
The torcs required a realism, at least to me. The result? They gleam, these scales, like they cover living creatures that might flex or bend. When stroked against the grain, the scales catch on my callouses, just enough, and yet worn about the neck, they sit as comfortably as silk.
It's a rare day when an Artisan finds so much satisfaction in their work.
But the best part? The customer was satisfied as well.
Can't argue with that. It was a good day at the bench.
Today I worked on scales.
The torcs required a realism, at least to me. The result? They gleam, these scales, like they cover living creatures that might flex or bend. When stroked against the grain, the scales catch on my callouses, just enough, and yet worn about the neck, they sit as comfortably as silk.
It's a rare day when an Artisan finds so much satisfaction in their work.
But the best part? The customer was satisfied as well.
Can't argue with that. It was a good day at the bench.
Written By Joscelin
July 1, 2018, 3:10 p.m.(2/12/1009 AR)
My fortnight just got much busier.
Written By Joscelin
July 1, 2018, 1:48 p.m.(2/12/1009 AR)
When the Crossroads Casino was built, Lord Amadeo and I discussed the Crafters Guild renting out a portion of space to showcase one-of-a-kind items and objects-of-art. As the rental agreement is indefinite, he's helping me break in the space with a fashion show to celebrate some of the greatest Crafters in the city, as well as some budding hopefuls eager to showcase their beautiful designs and growing talent.
I'm excited to see how it turns out! It'll be a chance for prospective patrons to look at potential proteges and for existing proteges to strut their stuff and stretch the talents.
I'm excited to see how it turns out! It'll be a chance for prospective patrons to look at potential proteges and for existing proteges to strut their stuff and stretch the talents.
Written By Joscelin
July 1, 2018, 11:38 a.m.(2/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Orelia
Hah! My mother is a portly woman from the Chains, three inches shorter than me and I favor her greatly.
I can't imagine what it would have been like if my Lycene blood had called as strong. Would I be taller? My mother tells me I favor him in spirit, though. That resemblance I can't tell you too much of, but I'd like to think she's a little right.
I can't imagine what it would have been like if my Lycene blood had called as strong. Would I be taller? My mother tells me I favor him in spirit, though. That resemblance I can't tell you too much of, but I'd like to think she's a little right.
Written By Joscelin
June 30, 2018, 11:02 p.m.(2/11/1009 AR)
A good birthday. I can't complain.
Definitely better than last year's.
Definitely better than last year's.
Written By Joscelin
June 30, 2018, 3:08 a.m.(2/9/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
They did. And they kept telling me 'a stitch in time, saves nine'.
And I'll be darned. They were right.
And I'll be darned. They were right.
Written By Joscelin
June 30, 2018, 3:04 a.m.(2/9/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
So I found myself in a room full of tailors today. I tell you what. You want to find yourself at the mercy of puns?
All the sewing jokes. So many.
And all strung so seamlessly together.
All the sewing jokes. So many.
And all strung so seamlessly together.
Written By Joscelin
June 30, 2018, 1:48 a.m.(2/9/1009 AR)
Tomorrow is my birthday.
Austen is right.
I -am- old.
Austen is right.
I -am- old.
Written By Joscelin
June 29, 2018, 5:25 p.m.(2/8/1009 AR)
Ianthe, you're out there somewhere laughing at me, I know it.
Written By Joscelin
June 29, 2018, 4:59 p.m.(2/8/1009 AR)
I'm sitting in the Ambassador's Salon having a nice, lovely breakfast with Lord Grady, when a familiar messenger walks in and puts a bucket in my lap, and then promptly -runs away-.
When I asked for a live octopus, receiving it while dining with nobility and wearing a gorgeously made silk dress is -not- how I anticipated it. Thankfully, Lord Grady only laughed at me when I started laughing at myself, and with some help from the serving staff, I managed to make the octopus a little more comfortable and got it back to my shop without fuss.
I keep talking to it, reassuring it that I will put it back in the sea, I swear it, I just want to look at him for a while. Currently, he's in this very, very large glass bowl I procured for just this reason. He has space to flit around, I put some rocks from the tide-pools in there with him. I mean, is there anything else I can do to make him more comfortable? I'll only have him for a day.
Mongoose is entertained by him when he flits about his bowl. She barks sometimes at him too.
When I asked for a live octopus, receiving it while dining with nobility and wearing a gorgeously made silk dress is -not- how I anticipated it. Thankfully, Lord Grady only laughed at me when I started laughing at myself, and with some help from the serving staff, I managed to make the octopus a little more comfortable and got it back to my shop without fuss.
I keep talking to it, reassuring it that I will put it back in the sea, I swear it, I just want to look at him for a while. Currently, he's in this very, very large glass bowl I procured for just this reason. He has space to flit around, I put some rocks from the tide-pools in there with him. I mean, is there anything else I can do to make him more comfortable? I'll only have him for a day.
Mongoose is entertained by him when he flits about his bowl. She barks sometimes at him too.
Written By Joscelin
June 29, 2018, 1:57 p.m.(2/8/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Austen
If I'm old, what does that make your sister? Hmm?
Written By Joscelin
June 29, 2018, 1:27 a.m.(2/7/1009 AR)
From my mother's private journal:
'The sun creeps in past the windowpane and the hanging curtains, it splits the bed with bright light and falls on your face. Your hair is tousled and tangled, and still so graceful on your Lycene face, too pretty to be real, but too familiar to be anything but mine. I hate how your tresses are somewhere between gold and brown, it shouldn't look so fetching but there it is. Olive skin, not the right shade to match mine, but just as rich; you're beautiful, damn you.
'You're sprawled on your belly, the bedclothes half kicked off. You have that grace inherent in your kin, you look beautiful even when you don't mean to be. It's not fair. I hate it. I hate it so much.
'And yet today is the day after.
'We were wed last night, commoners under the stars, we took our vows and you took me home. Our home. We made love for hours, drunk on each other. I am yours and you are mine, and we are wed. For ill or worse, we are one.
'I wonder what our children will make of us when we're older, if they will change us as they do everyone, if we will be recognizable, you and I to each other, to anyone that knew us. Will we die the way everyone covets the end; surrounded by love and peace, wizened loved one at their side, fingers frail but entangled, breaths shallow but still in time? Will we not know a moment without each other, because in the end, we fly as one? Will we be so lucky?
'I pray it so. Mangata leave me to die on these shores, so long as they are with this beautiful, ridiculous man I love, who smiles when he sees me, and farts in his sleep.
'I really hate that even then, he's still so lovely. Dammit.'
I'm fairly certain this proves I take after my mother; I seem to have her taste in men.
'The sun creeps in past the windowpane and the hanging curtains, it splits the bed with bright light and falls on your face. Your hair is tousled and tangled, and still so graceful on your Lycene face, too pretty to be real, but too familiar to be anything but mine. I hate how your tresses are somewhere between gold and brown, it shouldn't look so fetching but there it is. Olive skin, not the right shade to match mine, but just as rich; you're beautiful, damn you.
'You're sprawled on your belly, the bedclothes half kicked off. You have that grace inherent in your kin, you look beautiful even when you don't mean to be. It's not fair. I hate it. I hate it so much.
'And yet today is the day after.
'We were wed last night, commoners under the stars, we took our vows and you took me home. Our home. We made love for hours, drunk on each other. I am yours and you are mine, and we are wed. For ill or worse, we are one.
'I wonder what our children will make of us when we're older, if they will change us as they do everyone, if we will be recognizable, you and I to each other, to anyone that knew us. Will we die the way everyone covets the end; surrounded by love and peace, wizened loved one at their side, fingers frail but entangled, breaths shallow but still in time? Will we not know a moment without each other, because in the end, we fly as one? Will we be so lucky?
'I pray it so. Mangata leave me to die on these shores, so long as they are with this beautiful, ridiculous man I love, who smiles when he sees me, and farts in his sleep.
'I really hate that even then, he's still so lovely. Dammit.'
I'm fairly certain this proves I take after my mother; I seem to have her taste in men.
Written By Joscelin
June 29, 2018, 12:28 a.m.(2/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I'm a big fan of the name 'You'.
'YOU! COME HERE!'
'YOU! ROLL OVER!'
'YOU! STOP EATING ALARISSA'S UNDERPANTS!'
'YOU! PLAY DEAD!'
'YOU! COME HERE!'
'YOU! ROLL OVER!'
'YOU! STOP EATING ALARISSA'S UNDERPANTS!'
'YOU! PLAY DEAD!'
Written By Joscelin
June 28, 2018, 6:03 p.m.(2/6/1009 AR)
I can't remember the last time I gave over money and was spontaneously hugged and squealed at and run away from in the same minute and a half. It made me feel very appreciated and also very old.
I need to untangle this feeling. Maybe it's time I start thinking about making babies before I get much older.
I need to untangle this feeling. Maybe it's time I start thinking about making babies before I get much older.
Written By Joscelin
June 26, 2018, 3:27 p.m.(2/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Tikva
I know many able craftsmen that can help with that.
Written By Joscelin
June 26, 2018, 2:19 a.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
I had an amazing evening, a fascinating discussion about the nature and value of truth in the Salon became a night of further companionship and meeting new friends! Several! And running into old friends I haven't seen in ages and a recently arrived Crafter (I may have scared her with the open tab, but that's alright).
I'm a little tipsy dictating this, Scholar, do be sure you add the part about hard cider coming out my nose and how the bartender was dashing in his attempt to keep a keg from falling out of my nose (that is the description Alayne gave me). Alayne is the new Crafter I met; she is delightful.
Also Scholar, please write something about how Oliver is getting along with my friends far better than I could have hoped. But it could be a ploy to lure him away and-
I'm a little tipsy dictating this, Scholar, do be sure you add the part about hard cider coming out my nose and how the bartender was dashing in his attempt to keep a keg from falling out of my nose (that is the description Alayne gave me). Alayne is the new Crafter I met; she is delightful.
Also Scholar, please write something about how Oliver is getting along with my friends far better than I could have hoped. But it could be a ploy to lure him away and-
Written By Joscelin
June 25, 2018, 10:32 p.m.(2/1/1009 AR)
Is it too cold to make a dress entirely of solid gold chain-mail and facated aquamarines?
Written By Joscelin
June 25, 2018, 6:59 p.m.(1/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
I have several pieces from your mother. If you somehow outlive me, I'll be sure to give them to Fortunato and you can have whatever he feels like giving to you.
Written By Joscelin
June 25, 2018, 5:29 p.m.(1/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
I would never ever ever ever tell you. Ever.
Written By Joscelin
June 25, 2018, 5:18 p.m.(1/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Oliver
I swear to Gods, you're more Lycene than I am.
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