Written By Carita
Dec. 20, 2017, 9:29 p.m.(10/22/1007 AR)
My Friend,
I hope that you will forgive my lapse in my letter writing, as I have been busy with tending to my daughter since her return from Caith. It's strange to how how long it's been since I have seen her - yet, all she has done is grown taller. More talkative and independent. She fears hardly anything. I see traces of Baltus in her expressions, especially when she is happy. Save for his dark eyes, she looks rather like me, if not wholly so when she has her own temper tantrums before a nap is in order. One day, I might like to introduce you to my girl. Until then, she is being kept safe. Safe as harbors, to borrow a line from another.
I am as certain that if anyone heard the terrible news today, it was you. While there was no close kinship nor strong friendship - there was something. A potential. I am displeased that I allowed my correspondence with her to cease. I am saddened by the loss. I am unsure of what that loss means. I think about her last note to me often. Often enough that I have been hesitant to leave the Reach. I tend to the business of the day-to-day within and manage my usual duties without complaint. I should slip down to the beach and offer a bottle of Darkwater rum to the sea in the memory of --
Rest assured, my friend, that I while I might be hesitant - it's a temporary state of being. I am unafraid.
Always,
C.
I hope that you will forgive my lapse in my letter writing, as I have been busy with tending to my daughter since her return from Caith. It's strange to how how long it's been since I have seen her - yet, all she has done is grown taller. More talkative and independent. She fears hardly anything. I see traces of Baltus in her expressions, especially when she is happy. Save for his dark eyes, she looks rather like me, if not wholly so when she has her own temper tantrums before a nap is in order. One day, I might like to introduce you to my girl. Until then, she is being kept safe. Safe as harbors, to borrow a line from another.
I am as certain that if anyone heard the terrible news today, it was you. While there was no close kinship nor strong friendship - there was something. A potential. I am displeased that I allowed my correspondence with her to cease. I am saddened by the loss. I am unsure of what that loss means. I think about her last note to me often. Often enough that I have been hesitant to leave the Reach. I tend to the business of the day-to-day within and manage my usual duties without complaint. I should slip down to the beach and offer a bottle of Darkwater rum to the sea in the memory of --
Rest assured, my friend, that I while I might be hesitant - it's a temporary state of being. I am unafraid.
Always,
C.
Written By Ainsley
Dec. 20, 2017, 9:15 p.m.(10/22/1007 AR)
"This is probably a terrible idea." Says my wife.
Of course it is, love of my life, but we wouldn't be who we are if we didn't do anywise.
Of course it is, love of my life, but we wouldn't be who we are if we didn't do anywise.
Written By Clover
Dec. 20, 2017, 9:05 p.m.(10/22/1007 AR)
...I never realized that the smell of lemon was quite so stomach turning. Also, I'd appreciate it if I didn't dizzy every time I stood up.
Written By Aislin
Dec. 20, 2017, 8:47 p.m.(10/22/1007 AR)
I know it was a lie.
There were no children there. The cries and screams... they were a lure. Nothing more than a temptation, trying to lure us inside in hopes of saving them. If we'd followed the sounds, it would have been our end. We would have been consumed, little left but bones -- if that.
I know it was a lie.
After all, the enemy were voices on the wind. How hard would it be for them to make the sound of children? After all, the children were laughing -- happy -- until the moment it became clear we would leave. Until it became obvious we weren't going to fall for their ploy and step inside.
I know it was a lie.
After all, the most powerful lies are the ones that make you question yourself. The ones that make you doubt. Those are the lies that worm their way inside you. The ones that stay with you. That keep you from sleeping soundly at night.
But I /know/ it was a lie...
Wasn't it?
There were no children there. The cries and screams... they were a lure. Nothing more than a temptation, trying to lure us inside in hopes of saving them. If we'd followed the sounds, it would have been our end. We would have been consumed, little left but bones -- if that.
I know it was a lie.
After all, the enemy were voices on the wind. How hard would it be for them to make the sound of children? After all, the children were laughing -- happy -- until the moment it became clear we would leave. Until it became obvious we weren't going to fall for their ploy and step inside.
I know it was a lie.
After all, the most powerful lies are the ones that make you question yourself. The ones that make you doubt. Those are the lies that worm their way inside you. The ones that stay with you. That keep you from sleeping soundly at night.
But I /know/ it was a lie...
Wasn't it?
Written By Victus
Dec. 20, 2017, 6:56 p.m.(10/22/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Marian
Play dates? Suppose so. Maybe when they're grown they'll have just as many legendary matches as we've had. Speakin' of, we really need to find ourselves another reason to get knocking.
Socks was last time, so maybe another article of clothing. You and my wife got something similar enough, right? Skirts? Blouses? Frilly hair shit?
Socks was last time, so maybe another article of clothing. You and my wife got something similar enough, right? Skirts? Blouses? Frilly hair shit?
Written By Aiden
Dec. 20, 2017, 11:32 a.m.(10/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
Congratulations on your marriage, Baron Whitehawk.
May your house grow strong.
May your house grow strong.
Written By Isabetta
Dec. 20, 2017, 10:43 a.m.(10/21/1007 AR)
I miss Caith.
I came here to accomplish something and I will accomplish it. Surely when that is over having a voice in Caith while Stefano is in Arx would be perfectly acceptable. Desirable even. Perhaps I could groom my sister to rule in case Stefano ever steps aside and does not have children.
It is past time I redouble my efforts to complete my objective and then go home.
I came here to accomplish something and I will accomplish it. Surely when that is over having a voice in Caith while Stefano is in Arx would be perfectly acceptable. Desirable even. Perhaps I could groom my sister to rule in case Stefano ever steps aside and does not have children.
It is past time I redouble my efforts to complete my objective and then go home.
Written By Neve
Dec. 20, 2017, 10:17 a.m.(10/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Edwyn
I once viewed Valardin as bitter enemies. This patient Prince has thought me that a heart that hangs onto such resentment and hate is a heart that is left unfulfilled. I've grown closer to this Prince whom has taught me a few lessons in life.
The Valardin are a strong and courageous people. I can see why he takes such pride in being a prince of these people.
I am still looking for where my place is exactly. But I feel this Prince helps me towards my overall effort - to be a lady that my house can be proud of. I don't think I have gotten there yet. I wonder if I will know the day that my house is proud of me. I suppose change is something that is possible and positive change is there for those that would fight for it.
The Valardin are a strong and courageous people. I can see why he takes such pride in being a prince of these people.
I am still looking for where my place is exactly. But I feel this Prince helps me towards my overall effort - to be a lady that my house can be proud of. I don't think I have gotten there yet. I wonder if I will know the day that my house is proud of me. I suppose change is something that is possible and positive change is there for those that would fight for it.
Written By Khanne
Dec. 20, 2017, 8:47 a.m.(10/21/1007 AR)
I set out on a mission this week to shore myself up and prepare for the things that loom on the horizon of the coming days and months. It is daunting, knowing what we will face. The darkness can be easy to dwell on... so, the goal I set for myself was to not to dwell.
Focus, yes.
Prepare, yes.
Plan, yes.
But not dwell.
I've mentioned it so much lately...smiling. There is power in a smile. So much power. When you want to say something that might get you in trouble with someone... smile instead and politely excuse yourself, disarming what could become a volatile situation. When you see someone cute you want to flirt with but aren't sure how to approach them... smile. Look directly at them so there is no doubt it is them you are smiling at and see if that might be all the invitation they need to approach you. When you overhear someone bragging about something, trying to make themselves out a hero.... or even hear them talking in a way that makes them out as a martyr... smile. Why? Because that person might need to simply feel good about themselves for some reason, or perhaps they desire pity to make them feel important. Don't argue that they surely did not slay a dragon as tall as five castles stacked atop each other all on their own. Don't deny their statement that people are against something they did and now they wear a crown of thorns. Let them have their fantasy for that moment, and smile. As long as they are not harming anyone... smile.
I've been lucky lately. I have not had to tell myself to just smile. I haven't had to stop myself from saying something by smiling. I haven't needed to force a smile when I want to do everything but. I have been given reasons to smile genuinely. I wonder, am I smiling more because more good things are happening for me? Am I smiling more simply because I am determined to not dwell? I think the reason lends more towards that... Perhaps I am smiling more because the not dwelling allows me to better see all the good there is to smile about.
This morning though... This morning, I woke with a smile; a bright smile. Stretching out upon my bed as the sun's light just began to trickle in through the window then cuddling up to my plushie teddy bear (yes, I have one. Stop laughing. Shush I say!) as I lay and let my body slowly wake... I smiled. A few words have given me the greatest gift I could ask for, well, one of them... and for that, I think I shall smile all day. No.. not those words. I know what you are thinking. A different set of words, perhaps in some ways even more powerful and special, depending on your perspective. Words combined with a moment in time, one of those small moments I have mentioned before, that may just keep an upward curl upon my lips into tomorrow... And when it does slip away, that smile, I bet I can think on that moment but for a moment and it will return.
And for that... Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Focus, yes.
Prepare, yes.
Plan, yes.
But not dwell.
I've mentioned it so much lately...smiling. There is power in a smile. So much power. When you want to say something that might get you in trouble with someone... smile instead and politely excuse yourself, disarming what could become a volatile situation. When you see someone cute you want to flirt with but aren't sure how to approach them... smile. Look directly at them so there is no doubt it is them you are smiling at and see if that might be all the invitation they need to approach you. When you overhear someone bragging about something, trying to make themselves out a hero.... or even hear them talking in a way that makes them out as a martyr... smile. Why? Because that person might need to simply feel good about themselves for some reason, or perhaps they desire pity to make them feel important. Don't argue that they surely did not slay a dragon as tall as five castles stacked atop each other all on their own. Don't deny their statement that people are against something they did and now they wear a crown of thorns. Let them have their fantasy for that moment, and smile. As long as they are not harming anyone... smile.
I've been lucky lately. I have not had to tell myself to just smile. I haven't had to stop myself from saying something by smiling. I haven't needed to force a smile when I want to do everything but. I have been given reasons to smile genuinely. I wonder, am I smiling more because more good things are happening for me? Am I smiling more simply because I am determined to not dwell? I think the reason lends more towards that... Perhaps I am smiling more because the not dwelling allows me to better see all the good there is to smile about.
This morning though... This morning, I woke with a smile; a bright smile. Stretching out upon my bed as the sun's light just began to trickle in through the window then cuddling up to my plushie teddy bear (yes, I have one. Stop laughing. Shush I say!) as I lay and let my body slowly wake... I smiled. A few words have given me the greatest gift I could ask for, well, one of them... and for that, I think I shall smile all day. No.. not those words. I know what you are thinking. A different set of words, perhaps in some ways even more powerful and special, depending on your perspective. Words combined with a moment in time, one of those small moments I have mentioned before, that may just keep an upward curl upon my lips into tomorrow... And when it does slip away, that smile, I bet I can think on that moment but for a moment and it will return.
And for that... Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Written By Monique
Dec. 19, 2017, 11:58 p.m.(10/20/1007 AR)
Blessed Spirits, but I've been busy! This is an exciting time, and I'm damned if I'm going to waste a single second of it.
But first...
Steelsilk
Dragonweep...
........... if you want to know what comes next, you'll have to figure out a way to get the answer from me. Or, wait until the Glittering Gala.
But first...
Steelsilk
Dragonweep...
........... if you want to know what comes next, you'll have to figure out a way to get the answer from me. Or, wait until the Glittering Gala.
Written By Caprice
Dec. 19, 2017, 11:04 p.m.(10/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
Invite me to have a drink with you. Whiskey. I want whiskey.
I will make sure to explain in detail. It might take hours, but if you can sustain; I'll help you maintain.
I will make sure to explain in detail. It might take hours, but if you can sustain; I'll help you maintain.
Written By Alis
Dec. 19, 2017, 7:27 p.m.(10/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
This is only a rumor I've heard. But, if you make a story about Edain and Victus you'll rake in the silver.
Written By Marian
Dec. 19, 2017, 7:15 p.m.(10/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I foresee play dates with swords and shields in our future. Congrats my friend for the birth of your daughter who is by far the perfect mix of you and your wife.
Written By Leta
Dec. 19, 2017, 6:55 p.m.(10/20/1007 AR)
The knight, she's gone beyond the walls,
Beyond the fields on which we'd roam,
And gods, whichever hears my calls,
Please lead the wild knight home.
Gods, for her hair, a ribbon I've bought,
I want her back, so my silver's not for naught.
My boots, they once trod far and wide,
In their wake broken hearts and songs,
But where I left and laughed and lied,
'Tis now my heart that frets and longs.
Gods, for her fingers, gold rings I'd wrought,
I want her back, so my gold is not for naught.
I know not on which wall to stand,
To gaze on gray or search the blue,
For hooves on stone or feet on sand,
That bring me peace, which once I knew.
Gods, for her garden, wild thistle I sought,
I want her back, so my wandering's not for naught.
Through outlaw wood and beastly den,
The valiant woman carves her way.
Should that path bring her home again,
Kind one, don't let her footsteps stray.
Gods, for her body, a tunic I stitched,
I want her back, for what else is there to wish?
Beyond the fields on which we'd roam,
And gods, whichever hears my calls,
Please lead the wild knight home.
Gods, for her hair, a ribbon I've bought,
I want her back, so my silver's not for naught.
My boots, they once trod far and wide,
In their wake broken hearts and songs,
But where I left and laughed and lied,
'Tis now my heart that frets and longs.
Gods, for her fingers, gold rings I'd wrought,
I want her back, so my gold is not for naught.
I know not on which wall to stand,
To gaze on gray or search the blue,
For hooves on stone or feet on sand,
That bring me peace, which once I knew.
Gods, for her garden, wild thistle I sought,
I want her back, so my wandering's not for naught.
Through outlaw wood and beastly den,
The valiant woman carves her way.
Should that path bring her home again,
Kind one, don't let her footsteps stray.
Gods, for her body, a tunic I stitched,
I want her back, for what else is there to wish?
Written By Reigna
Dec. 19, 2017, 6:44 p.m.(10/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
More! More! More!
Have you read the Bethany Whisper series? I bet they could be inspiring! I shall send you copies, forthwith.
Have you read the Bethany Whisper series? I bet they could be inspiring! I shall send you copies, forthwith.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 19, 2017, 6:35 p.m.(10/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
Because I will pay you an unseemly amount of coin for a book on Aureth.
Written By Khanne
Dec. 19, 2017, 6:28 p.m.(10/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
And again, he shows why I am quite proud to call Magpie not only a friend, but my protege as well. His talent and business savvy are beyond compare. I look forward to your book, Magpie!
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 19, 2017, 6:28 p.m.(10/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
Do you take requests?
Written By Aureth
Dec. 19, 2017, 6:04 p.m.(10/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
I love you.
But please don't write a book about it.
But please don't write a book about it.
Written By Victus
Dec. 19, 2017, 5:48 p.m.(10/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
My wife and I will take 10.
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