Written By Joscelin
May 20, 2018, 12:06 a.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
I had a dream the other night. I wrote it down that morning so I could put it here.
I was standing at the edge of a beach. I don't know which one, it wasn't one I remembered. There was a mist setting in, a fog so thick I couldn't see the horizon, the sun taken over by this grayness that couldn't possibly be real, but it wasn't evil either. It was soft, like rabbit fur, dense as soup, and it smelled like damp wood.
There were voices in this fog, and as it roiled over the green-blue waves to the shore I stood at, I realized it wouldn't reach me. It was important that I get close enough to touch. I don't know why.
I ran down the beach, to an outcropping of rocks that jutted out into the waves, tide pools with their colorful creatures and calm waters resting within. Hopping across the rocks, I tripped twice in my efforts to get to the end of it; the sun was coming out! I had to get to this mist before it was burned away!
Finally, I got to the rocks that were swallowed up by the gray softness, stood before it; it was held back by something invisible, something that yielded to my touch. I could reach through! The voices in the fog were ... normal. Everyday voices, people I'd never met and some that I had, all living, all breathing, and those voices pressed with the fog against the unseen barrier. I reached into it.
I can't describe what I felt. Not rabbit fur. Not ... anything, really. Warmth, like the pressing of my palm to skin, but nothing so solid. And then suddenly, there was.
I closed my hand around fingers that reached back, tangled with mine. I grunted with the effort of pulling, the other hand squeezed me in encouragement. I leaned back, farther, farther- ...the sun was coming! I panted with the effort, almost sitting on the rocks with how hard I pulled and-
-with a sound like a pop, the owner of that other hand toppled right into me.
Their arms went around me, I heard a laugh in my ear. I hugged them tightly and laughed with them. I pulled back to look at their face, to see who they were-
-and I woke up.
I don't know what it means. It was a strange dream, vivid, it meant something but I'm not sure what. I woke up trying to remember this person I laughed with, had pulled from the warm chaos of living and into my life. I suspect it's a metaphor of some kind.
I was standing at the edge of a beach. I don't know which one, it wasn't one I remembered. There was a mist setting in, a fog so thick I couldn't see the horizon, the sun taken over by this grayness that couldn't possibly be real, but it wasn't evil either. It was soft, like rabbit fur, dense as soup, and it smelled like damp wood.
There were voices in this fog, and as it roiled over the green-blue waves to the shore I stood at, I realized it wouldn't reach me. It was important that I get close enough to touch. I don't know why.
I ran down the beach, to an outcropping of rocks that jutted out into the waves, tide pools with their colorful creatures and calm waters resting within. Hopping across the rocks, I tripped twice in my efforts to get to the end of it; the sun was coming out! I had to get to this mist before it was burned away!
Finally, I got to the rocks that were swallowed up by the gray softness, stood before it; it was held back by something invisible, something that yielded to my touch. I could reach through! The voices in the fog were ... normal. Everyday voices, people I'd never met and some that I had, all living, all breathing, and those voices pressed with the fog against the unseen barrier. I reached into it.
I can't describe what I felt. Not rabbit fur. Not ... anything, really. Warmth, like the pressing of my palm to skin, but nothing so solid. And then suddenly, there was.
I closed my hand around fingers that reached back, tangled with mine. I grunted with the effort of pulling, the other hand squeezed me in encouragement. I leaned back, farther, farther- ...the sun was coming! I panted with the effort, almost sitting on the rocks with how hard I pulled and-
-with a sound like a pop, the owner of that other hand toppled right into me.
Their arms went around me, I heard a laugh in my ear. I hugged them tightly and laughed with them. I pulled back to look at their face, to see who they were-
-and I woke up.
I don't know what it means. It was a strange dream, vivid, it meant something but I'm not sure what. I woke up trying to remember this person I laughed with, had pulled from the warm chaos of living and into my life. I suspect it's a metaphor of some kind.
Written By Joscelin
May 19, 2018, 11:49 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
Today I made the horrible mistake of going through Morrighan's liquor collection. I had no idea so many varieties of spirits existed, there's even one with gold in it, and another with fruit drifting in the bottle, the liquid a bright, pretty red. There's another one with a fancy label that has a dead creature resting at the bottom, and I can't tell if this was on purpose or some poor creature got too adventurous for its own good.
As much as I express concern to me sweet friend that perhaps she drinks too much, she looks stunning, and remarks that this is the effect of being 'pickled'.
If I could stomach the stuff as well as she can, I'd probably have less wrinkles.
Ah, it's just as well. I rather like the little silver strands I have here and there.
Scholar, here, drink this with me. I'm pretty sure that's a squid, so it has to have been put there on purpose. No, we don't have to eat it.
As much as I express concern to me sweet friend that perhaps she drinks too much, she looks stunning, and remarks that this is the effect of being 'pickled'.
If I could stomach the stuff as well as she can, I'd probably have less wrinkles.
Ah, it's just as well. I rather like the little silver strands I have here and there.
Scholar, here, drink this with me. I'm pretty sure that's a squid, so it has to have been put there on purpose. No, we don't have to eat it.
Written By Joscelin
May 19, 2018, 6:18 p.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Austen
It's no good trying to announce my presence, sometimes I sneak up on people, and near scared this gentleman out of his skin. Luckily, he let me apologize by way of conversation, companionship, and food (and chocolate). I'm happy to finally meet Ida's brother beyond the original run-in, and he has depths to him many wouldn't see. It feels a bit like my family has grown, and that's not a bad feeling at all.
Written By Joscelin
May 19, 2018, 1:16 a.m.(10/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Fairen
I've only corresponded with the Marquis before today, so meeting him in person was a bit of a relief. He was intelligent, direct, and very genuine.
Written By Joscelin
May 18, 2018, 12:01 a.m.(10/6/1008 AR)
My experiment on limited windows for commissions has proved interesting. Of the three, two have been taken.
That means there's one slot left. If you'd like a commission, send me a missive. First one in gets the slot.
That means there's one slot left. If you'd like a commission, send me a missive. First one in gets the slot.
Written By Joscelin
May 17, 2018, 1:41 a.m.(10/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
I want the credit. I want all of the credit.
Written By Joscelin
May 17, 2018, 1:22 a.m.(10/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
Most of those sound like uncomfortable afflictions of the genitalia.
Written By Joscelin
May 15, 2018, 4:57 p.m.(10/2/1008 AR)
I was surprised to find the Archduchess Eleyna in my shop today, with her usual bribe ready and waiting. As usual, the woman gave more florid prose than I could handle about my work and character, and when my knees started to buckle, she offered me the most amazing bottle of chocolate rose wine.
I -still- said no, the Guildmaster cannot denote favoritism to any House or Fealty.
But by the fertile testicles of Jayus, she makes it difficult to refuse her with every passing moon. Every time I think she can't outdo herself, she does.
There is no more poised or eloquent creature as Eleyna Velenosa, gods have mercy on whomever gets in her way of something she wants or deems that she needs. She is -relentless-. (Scholar, be sure to note that this is said with relish and fear both.)
I -still- said no, the Guildmaster cannot denote favoritism to any House or Fealty.
But by the fertile testicles of Jayus, she makes it difficult to refuse her with every passing moon. Every time I think she can't outdo herself, she does.
There is no more poised or eloquent creature as Eleyna Velenosa, gods have mercy on whomever gets in her way of something she wants or deems that she needs. She is -relentless-. (Scholar, be sure to note that this is said with relish and fear both.)
Written By Joscelin
May 14, 2018, 8:31 p.m.(9/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I've realized my purpose in life.
It's to keep Dame Ida Ferron entertained and content with her stag-living.
It's a humbling kind of understanding.
It's to keep Dame Ida Ferron entertained and content with her stag-living.
It's a humbling kind of understanding.
Written By Joscelin
May 11, 2018, 1:55 p.m.(9/21/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Torian
Sometimes I think you write these things just to confuse the lot of us that know you, or think we know you, and question all the truths we take for granted.
I say this fondly, but don't let it go to your head.
I say this fondly, but don't let it go to your head.
Written By Joscelin
May 9, 2018, 3:28 p.m.(9/17/1008 AR)
I daresay there are many very, very capable Crafters in this city that would charge 50,000 silver, or more! and I would support that decision. I would expect that, if it were a noble that was the Crafter, that they donate their funding to -charity- after said lesson, as would be prudent, but teaching a skill that you've spent your life tempering and perfecting is an honor both for the teacher and the student. Sometimes, the only way to appreciate that honor is to put a price tag on it.
The more I think about it, the more complicated it can be. Such as apprentices. We take on apprentices, children, who learn our trade and perfect it to their own drive and inspiration. They become journeymen, and then Masters in their own right. During that time, they've 'paid' for our guidance with labor and respect, years spent working in our shops for the honor of learning from us. I remember feeling -insanely- humbled that Master Wolbrand kept me on. He didn't have to teach me anything, he could have spent his focus on someone else, or foisted me off on a lesser jeweler, but for whatever reason he kept me. As an adult and a masterclass jeweler, I understand that the knowledge he gave me was literally priceless. There's no way I could have repaid him, ever, for the time and attention and the guidance he gave me.
Eh, I'm rambling at this point. Perhaps I've lost the thread. Just ... thoughts to put down. Perhaps I'll review them later. Either way-
The more I think about it, the more complicated it can be. Such as apprentices. We take on apprentices, children, who learn our trade and perfect it to their own drive and inspiration. They become journeymen, and then Masters in their own right. During that time, they've 'paid' for our guidance with labor and respect, years spent working in our shops for the honor of learning from us. I remember feeling -insanely- humbled that Master Wolbrand kept me on. He didn't have to teach me anything, he could have spent his focus on someone else, or foisted me off on a lesser jeweler, but for whatever reason he kept me. As an adult and a masterclass jeweler, I understand that the knowledge he gave me was literally priceless. There's no way I could have repaid him, ever, for the time and attention and the guidance he gave me.
Eh, I'm rambling at this point. Perhaps I've lost the thread. Just ... thoughts to put down. Perhaps I'll review them later. Either way-
Written By Joscelin
May 9, 2018, 2:32 p.m.(9/17/1008 AR)
I met Sir Austen Ferron officially today. Manly, stalwart, respectful, completely composed. Good taste in jewelry. As stiff as old bark but not as brittle. Not at all flustered and completely adaptable to changing situations. Also, very funny.
Written By Joscelin
May 9, 2018, 9:45 a.m.(9/16/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Austen
I would discuss that with your very-capable sister. But if you need references I can provide a list.
Written By Joscelin
May 8, 2018, 8 p.m.(9/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
There's a song about you? I must know it. The one penned by Lord Niklas is being sung by one of my assistants and it's catchy as balls and I wouldn't mind having another for an apprentice to sing to mix things up.
Written By Joscelin
May 8, 2018, 7:40 p.m.(9/15/1008 AR)
Ida, if you don't stop making me blush reading your Whites, I'm going to propose to you and be done with it.
Written By Joscelin
May 8, 2018, 7:35 p.m.(9/15/1008 AR)
I've only just learned of Sameera's death.
I'm ...
I don't know what to think. My strange girl, one of my best students. Particular, so very particular. I understood you more than I think I understood myself, at least in the workroom. You taught me as much as I taught you.
We take it for granted that the people in your life will always be there. Stop doing that. Speak up. Write the letter. Visit.
I'm ...
I don't know what to think. My strange girl, one of my best students. Particular, so very particular. I understood you more than I think I understood myself, at least in the workroom. You taught me as much as I taught you.
We take it for granted that the people in your life will always be there. Stop doing that. Speak up. Write the letter. Visit.
Written By Joscelin
May 3, 2018, 3:23 p.m.(9/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Leta
I'd be interested in Pawdric. How is he against dust-bunnies?
Written By Joscelin
April 30, 2018, 10:22 p.m.(8/26/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
Also I still have the first set of hairpins you gave me. If my hair were still long, I'd wear them every day.
Written By Joscelin
April 30, 2018, 10:21 p.m.(8/26/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I gave you the last pair of earrings because you liked the ones I made Mayir so much you mumbled something about mugging him for them. If you weren't with Morrighan at the time and she wasn't emphatically agreeing with you, I'd have laughed it off.
I've never thrown together a pair of earrings so quickly in my life. -TWO- pairs. I never underestimate the two of you separately but working as a team? You ladies get things done.
Please never ever ever use your powers for anything other than good. Please.
I've never thrown together a pair of earrings so quickly in my life. -TWO- pairs. I never underestimate the two of you separately but working as a team? You ladies get things done.
Please never ever ever use your powers for anything other than good. Please.
Written By Joscelin
April 29, 2018, 4:35 p.m.(8/22/1008 AR)
I've nothing against accountants. Wonderful people, all of them, they help me keep the Guild running as smoothly as it does, among others.
But after every meeting? I seem to need a drag and a drink. Several.
Scholar, are my curls going white?
But after every meeting? I seem to need a drag and a drink. Several.
Scholar, are my curls going white?
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