Written By Giulio
Jan. 23, 2018, 5:30 p.m.(1/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Theron
Ah, my older brother -- the strong right arm of the family.
Written By Artur
Jan. 23, 2018, 5:04 p.m.(1/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Echo
I had only met her briefly at a wedding or something previously, but it was a lot of fun bumping into Echo while I was walking in the Grey Forest. She's every bit as sweet and friendly as I remember her being, even if not a terribly good rider.
Written By Artur
Jan. 23, 2018, 4:56 p.m.(1/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Marian
My cousin Marian has been putting me through my paces with my sword and it turns out I'm actually pretty rusty. She beat me pretty black and blue the first time, though I think I'm starting to do a little better. She doesn't get as many hits in, anymore.
I mean, still enough I would be stone cold dead if it ever came to it, but less quickly and spectacularly.
I mean, still enough I would be stone cold dead if it ever came to it, but less quickly and spectacularly.
Written By Artur
Jan. 23, 2018, 4:53 p.m.(1/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
Okay, so it turns out that Aiden is the better rider than me. I had the upper hand for a bit but he stormed past me at the last second. Silvermist gave it her all, so it probably has something to do with me. I should take some lessons.
In other news, he sets the worst/best forfeits for losing. I still owe him a snow angel - it's going to be cold!
In other news, he sets the worst/best forfeits for losing. I still owe him a snow angel - it's going to be cold!
Written By Thena
Jan. 23, 2018, 2:56 p.m.(1/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Derovai
I know a guy with a banjo.
Written By Derovai
Jan. 23, 2018, 2:41 p.m.(1/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Someone should set that to music. Any volunteers?
Written By Thena
Jan. 23, 2018, 1:42 p.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Derovai
I don’t write songs. That was the point.
However, here is a little poem I wrote some time back. I think it was this that brought me to Grandmaster Armel’s attention:
Brand,
I will take as much as I can
From you before I die
Because fuck you.
What’s really great about it is you can switch out the name at the front. Which one would need to do to keep it relevant, because obviously Brand is dead and I am not.
However, here is a little poem I wrote some time back. I think it was this that brought me to Grandmaster Armel’s attention:
Brand,
I will take as much as I can
From you before I die
Because fuck you.
What’s really great about it is you can switch out the name at the front. Which one would need to do to keep it relevant, because obviously Brand is dead and I am not.
Written By Derovai
Jan. 23, 2018, 1:26 p.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Let's hear the song you wrote. I'm sure you have an eager and appreciative audience at hand.
Written By Alarissa
Jan. 23, 2018, 1:19 p.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
I am reminded that you are welcome to come and sing such to Astrid, if you like.
Written By Margerie
Jan. 23, 2018, 12:16 p.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Kael
You are not foolish, nephew. I hope that makes her proud.
Even if I may begrudge the years we have not had to know one another, I will be forever grateful to your good governess' work in making you the young man that came to Oakhaven, the young man that serves Oakhaven, and the young man that leads Oakhaven.
Even if I may begrudge the years we have not had to know one another, I will be forever grateful to your good governess' work in making you the young man that came to Oakhaven, the young man that serves Oakhaven, and the young man that leads Oakhaven.
Written By Margerie
Jan. 23, 2018, 12:12 p.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Samantha
What a fascinating idea! I must remember to write to request a copy of the book. When we have had a chance to read it, would it be possible to organize a group to discuss the concepts you have set forth?
I am very much looking forward to reading your work.
M Keaton
I am very much looking forward to reading your work.
M Keaton
Written By Eirene
Jan. 23, 2018, 12:10 p.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
My very very first night in Arx - I met Princess Freja. And we proceeded to get very drunk.
I will always remember her for that, my first friend in a big town I know jack-nobody in save my kin.
I will always remember her for that, my first friend in a big town I know jack-nobody in save my kin.
Written By Thena
Jan. 23, 2018, 11:14 a.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ailith
I am so glad we have such incredibly talented wordsmiths for the Faith. Because I guarantee you, no one wants to deal with a service or song that /I/ wrote.
Written By Mae
Jan. 23, 2018, 10:58 a.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
Starting some time ago, I've been singing a lullaby to each new baby that is born, and sharing it with the mother and whoever else might wish to sing (and sharing it in a previous white journal). The song is sweet and beautiful and captures, so totally, exactly what I want to say. Of course, I can't sing. I'm so very bad at it. But I'm lucky to have a song beautiful enough that the words are more important than the voice singing them.
The lullaby was written by Seraph Ailith. Part of me wonders where a woman gets such beautiful ideas. The most of me hopes it was Jayus and Death both that helped Sister Ailith with her writing. If any wish to hear it for themselves, I recommend you write to Ailith. I've got a feeling can sing it better than I can.
(Though this last child to enter the world - Lady Ivy Mae Farshaw - got to hear Lady Sorrel sing this song to her. Now that was beautiful!)
The lullaby was written by Seraph Ailith. Part of me wonders where a woman gets such beautiful ideas. The most of me hopes it was Jayus and Death both that helped Sister Ailith with her writing. If any wish to hear it for themselves, I recommend you write to Ailith. I've got a feeling can sing it better than I can.
(Though this last child to enter the world - Lady Ivy Mae Farshaw - got to hear Lady Sorrel sing this song to her. Now that was beautiful!)
Written By Samantha
Jan. 23, 2018, 10:46 a.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
I have written a book! It is supposed to be a text discussing the basics of diplomacy, but its strongest application in dealing sprecifically with Abandoned tribes and convincing them to join the Compact. I have decided not to charge for it, but rather see that a copy is printed for anyone who desires one. It's my hope, however, that it be considered a solid source of instruction in the art and craft of diplomacy.
It's taken me about a year to write, in between the day-to-day obligations of my life. Lady Aislin had at one time solicited me to write something along its lines for the Explorer's Society on how to approach interaction with non-hostile Prodigal tribes. This isn't quite what she asked for, but I think it would still be helpful. I'll have to ask Princess Lou if I may send a copy to be added to the Explorers Society library.
Oh, yes. It's called The Four Pillars of Diplomacy. The idea being, of course, that diplomacy builds a structure and the principles I promote are what create the solid supports to create it.
It's taken me about a year to write, in between the day-to-day obligations of my life. Lady Aislin had at one time solicited me to write something along its lines for the Explorer's Society on how to approach interaction with non-hostile Prodigal tribes. This isn't quite what she asked for, but I think it would still be helpful. I'll have to ask Princess Lou if I may send a copy to be added to the Explorers Society library.
Oh, yes. It's called The Four Pillars of Diplomacy. The idea being, of course, that diplomacy builds a structure and the principles I promote are what create the solid supports to create it.
Written By Harlan
Jan. 23, 2018, 10:27 a.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
An interesting evening. Danced with Lady Aeryn, who I had not met before then, but who was a delight to dance with -- pretty women generally are, I think. Then met Princess Ailys before escorting Princesses Cassima and Caith to an event involving mud and hogs, before escorting Princess Caith to Ashford, then to her home. A full and fulfilling day indeed.
Back to business, though.
Back to business, though.
Written By Kael
Jan. 23, 2018, 10:02 a.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
Today could have been a better day.
I received a messenger informing me that the Governess was ill. No, not one penned by the Governess' own hand. I was surprised, though I admit our missives have been far and few between as of late. From her youngest sister's child. She wrote to me to tell me of this, and that she thought that I should know. She wrote that the hard winters are particularly dangerous for the old and the fragile.
I hate that word. Fragile. Nothing about her is -- was -- fragile. I hate to think of her being that way now. I hate the pictures that those words conjure. I remember a woman that would reprimand me for my boyish infractions and stand steadfastly in the cold to watch me split the firewood to make certain that I did not dally in my punishment. I remember a woman who would refuse my help to move about the furniture in the home, which she decided to do at the change of every season and with every good cleaning. I remember a woman who would tirelessly work with me on my lessons until I got them right. Or at least mostly so.
She always told me that I was not family. She made it plain. Yet she clothed me, she fed me, and she made certain that I knew right from wrong. She would hold me when I hurt -- and I hurt, so very much when I was younger -- and tell me that all would be well, even though I saw the fear and uncertainty in her eyes. She always told me that I would find my way when I told her that I was lost, and she always indulged me when I thought, 'Ah-hah! This is what I am going to do with my life!' only to find a new path on the morrow.
I remember when I was summoned to Oakhaven. I went to her first to express my concerns. She looked at me, straight in the eye, and said, "Do not be foolish, Kael Keaton." So I went, of course I did, and with a great deal more resolve than I would have otherwise.
There is nothing fragile there.
I received a messenger informing me that the Governess was ill. No, not one penned by the Governess' own hand. I was surprised, though I admit our missives have been far and few between as of late. From her youngest sister's child. She wrote to me to tell me of this, and that she thought that I should know. She wrote that the hard winters are particularly dangerous for the old and the fragile.
I hate that word. Fragile. Nothing about her is -- was -- fragile. I hate to think of her being that way now. I hate the pictures that those words conjure. I remember a woman that would reprimand me for my boyish infractions and stand steadfastly in the cold to watch me split the firewood to make certain that I did not dally in my punishment. I remember a woman who would refuse my help to move about the furniture in the home, which she decided to do at the change of every season and with every good cleaning. I remember a woman who would tirelessly work with me on my lessons until I got them right. Or at least mostly so.
She always told me that I was not family. She made it plain. Yet she clothed me, she fed me, and she made certain that I knew right from wrong. She would hold me when I hurt -- and I hurt, so very much when I was younger -- and tell me that all would be well, even though I saw the fear and uncertainty in her eyes. She always told me that I would find my way when I told her that I was lost, and she always indulged me when I thought, 'Ah-hah! This is what I am going to do with my life!' only to find a new path on the morrow.
I remember when I was summoned to Oakhaven. I went to her first to express my concerns. She looked at me, straight in the eye, and said, "Do not be foolish, Kael Keaton." So I went, of course I did, and with a great deal more resolve than I would have otherwise.
There is nothing fragile there.
Written By Samael
Jan. 23, 2018, 9:28 a.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Lady Monique,
You are a treasured friend and confidante. I am so very happy to hear about your recent nuptials. I hope it is OK to finally reveal this, but I was honored to be brought in on the secret betrothal when I helped broker the marriage agreement and drew up the contract. When I received an invitation to your Gala personally I had every intention on attending even without a hint of suspicion about what it would turn out to actually be. My schedule simply didn't allow that to happen though. Had I known I would have made it regardless, damned the consequences. But alas, the day has passed. I am honored to call you a friend. I am bitter that I missed your joyous occasion. And I wish you all the happiness our world can offer mortals.
You are a treasured friend and confidante. I am so very happy to hear about your recent nuptials. I hope it is OK to finally reveal this, but I was honored to be brought in on the secret betrothal when I helped broker the marriage agreement and drew up the contract. When I received an invitation to your Gala personally I had every intention on attending even without a hint of suspicion about what it would turn out to actually be. My schedule simply didn't allow that to happen though. Had I known I would have made it regardless, damned the consequences. But alas, the day has passed. I am honored to call you a friend. I am bitter that I missed your joyous occasion. And I wish you all the happiness our world can offer mortals.
Written By Isabetta
Jan. 23, 2018, 9:10 a.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
I have convinced some of my friends that I live in a broom closet.
Luckily none of my friends know any better, but it likely only a matter of time before one of them shows up and demands to see the brooms. This is a problem. I do not wish to disappoint my friends. Now the friends in question were largely princesses, well half princesses, one lady of Kennex (with a huge room) and Joslyn. But still.
I've no idea how or where to acquire brooms, perhaps if I follow some of the servants around long enough they'll lead me to an actual broom closet which I can pilfer the contents of, but then would my room become overly dusty? This matter requires careful thought and consideration. What would be best is if my broom closet room make over could be done in a fashionable manner. Surely this is not too much to ask.
On another note, I've still not fully grasped the difference between this white journal and black journal.
Luckily none of my friends know any better, but it likely only a matter of time before one of them shows up and demands to see the brooms. This is a problem. I do not wish to disappoint my friends. Now the friends in question were largely princesses, well half princesses, one lady of Kennex (with a huge room) and Joslyn. But still.
I've no idea how or where to acquire brooms, perhaps if I follow some of the servants around long enough they'll lead me to an actual broom closet which I can pilfer the contents of, but then would my room become overly dusty? This matter requires careful thought and consideration. What would be best is if my broom closet room make over could be done in a fashionable manner. Surely this is not too much to ask.
On another note, I've still not fully grasped the difference between this white journal and black journal.
Written By Samael
Jan. 23, 2018, 9:09 a.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Zoey
My daughter, Zoey, has finally joined me and Sabitha in Arx. I couldn't be more pleased. She is a beckon of optimism and joy and has always made me happy and proud. It is much easier to spoil her when she is living under my roof.
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