Written By Dulcinea
March 22, 2017, 5:18 p.m.(2/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ansel
Dear Me,
The battle is won. That much has come back to Arx, and many white journals of victory.
Huzzah.
Were there word from my BROTHER, I could celebrate. Just a little.
Or at least breathe.
Ansel, if you are not dead and have failed to notify me, I will kill you.
Ready to Put Arrows in Something,
Me
The battle is won. That much has come back to Arx, and many white journals of victory.
Huzzah.
Were there word from my BROTHER, I could celebrate. Just a little.
Or at least breathe.
Ansel, if you are not dead and have failed to notify me, I will kill you.
Ready to Put Arrows in Something,
Me
Written By Dulcinea
March 21, 2017, 1:03 p.m.(2/18/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ansel
Dear Me,
There are no words for how much I love my brother. He's always understood me best and loved me at my worst. I have nothing clever to say about any of this... it's all... smushy and heartfelt.
Now he's off to battle and the shrine of Gloria is just appallingly crowded. I've had to shove and elbow my way up front to make sure She sees me. Also, some of my best dresses are wearing thin where my knees hit when I kneel. I'm not sure whether this is the dressmaker's fault or the people who keep the floors of the shrines, but you can be sure I'll look into it when all this is past.
Come safely home, Annie. My heart will break and never, ever repair if you don't.
Waiting and Fretting,
Me
There are no words for how much I love my brother. He's always understood me best and loved me at my worst. I have nothing clever to say about any of this... it's all... smushy and heartfelt.
Now he's off to battle and the shrine of Gloria is just appallingly crowded. I've had to shove and elbow my way up front to make sure She sees me. Also, some of my best dresses are wearing thin where my knees hit when I kneel. I'm not sure whether this is the dressmaker's fault or the people who keep the floors of the shrines, but you can be sure I'll look into it when all this is past.
Come safely home, Annie. My heart will break and never, ever repair if you don't.
Waiting and Fretting,
Me
Written By Dulcinea
March 19, 2017, 12:18 p.m.(2/14/1006 AR)
Dear Me,
After careful consideration (which lasted mere minutes, of course, as you know I cogitate at stupendous speed), I have decided to join the defence of the city walls.
Without good armor (Ansel, where are you when I need to borrow ridiculous sums of money? I love you, but really, how inconvenient) I am ill-suited to join the front. Everyone of importance (save Duke Gabriel, of course) will be on the ground. The Duke has an entire city to attend; anyone else who tries to chase me off shall be duly chastened by my title and that of my father.
It's good to be me.
Ta, then! Off to war!
Militantly,
Me
After careful consideration (which lasted mere minutes, of course, as you know I cogitate at stupendous speed), I have decided to join the defence of the city walls.
Without good armor (Ansel, where are you when I need to borrow ridiculous sums of money? I love you, but really, how inconvenient) I am ill-suited to join the front. Everyone of importance (save Duke Gabriel, of course) will be on the ground. The Duke has an entire city to attend; anyone else who tries to chase me off shall be duly chastened by my title and that of my father.
It's good to be me.
Ta, then! Off to war!
Militantly,
Me
Written By Dulcinea
March 19, 2017, 12:06 p.m.(2/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Haati
Dear Me,
Upon the occasion of meeting Lord Artorius and Sir Mathias, I also met a man called Haati... who keeps weasels as friends.
Friends, not pets, he called them... which was dear in somewhat soft-headed way.
Oh, also I am told they're ferrets, not weasels, but the difference seems academic as it is indiscernible. Perhaps their disposition. They seemed quite friendly.
I wonder if he means to take them to war. They could bite the Bringers' ankles. Perhaps frighten horses.
Do Bringers have horses? Oh, gods, I pray not. What a terrible thing to befall a horse.
I think I'll go give Dragon a good grooming and some steaming oats with apples.
Fondly,
Me
Upon the occasion of meeting Lord Artorius and Sir Mathias, I also met a man called Haati... who keeps weasels as friends.
Friends, not pets, he called them... which was dear in somewhat soft-headed way.
Oh, also I am told they're ferrets, not weasels, but the difference seems academic as it is indiscernible. Perhaps their disposition. They seemed quite friendly.
I wonder if he means to take them to war. They could bite the Bringers' ankles. Perhaps frighten horses.
Do Bringers have horses? Oh, gods, I pray not. What a terrible thing to befall a horse.
I think I'll go give Dragon a good grooming and some steaming oats with apples.
Fondly,
Me
Written By Dulcinea
March 19, 2017, 11:46 a.m.(2/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Mathias
Dear Me,
Today I met common man who is also a knight -- a juxtaposition I like rather well. The meeting was brief, but he seemed full of vim and vigor and good spirits. I do wish more people were like him. Those with swords, especially. It's an admirable quality to approach one's work with a positive attitude.
Not sweaty arrogance, mind you, but a firm sense of purpose.
Huzzah to him. I do hope he returns unscathed, or at least makes a good show of dying.
Thoughts on war are simply enervating.
I require a nap.
Warmest Regards,
Me
Today I met common man who is also a knight -- a juxtaposition I like rather well. The meeting was brief, but he seemed full of vim and vigor and good spirits. I do wish more people were like him. Those with swords, especially. It's an admirable quality to approach one's work with a positive attitude.
Not sweaty arrogance, mind you, but a firm sense of purpose.
Huzzah to him. I do hope he returns unscathed, or at least makes a good show of dying.
Thoughts on war are simply enervating.
I require a nap.
Warmest Regards,
Me
Written By Dulcinea
March 18, 2017, 4:05 p.m.(2/12/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Artorius
Dear Me,
Everyone is riding out and it's so alarming. May Gloria bless and keep them.
I met the most charming man, just before he departed. He does seem in every way the soul of modest, knightly virtue. To him a gave a favor, asking that he carry it not only for himself, but for all who are departing to fight so bravely. Would that I had a hundred thousand such tokens.
Now I must go back to reading about axes. And weapon designs and runes and symbols and things.
Because reasons.
Tedious, tedious reasons.
I think I shall ask Lourche to bring all the brandy again. It helps to keep him busy.
Affectionately,
Me
Everyone is riding out and it's so alarming. May Gloria bless and keep them.
I met the most charming man, just before he departed. He does seem in every way the soul of modest, knightly virtue. To him a gave a favor, asking that he carry it not only for himself, but for all who are departing to fight so bravely. Would that I had a hundred thousand such tokens.
Now I must go back to reading about axes. And weapon designs and runes and symbols and things.
Because reasons.
Tedious, tedious reasons.
I think I shall ask Lourche to bring all the brandy again. It helps to keep him busy.
Affectionately,
Me
Written By Dulcinea
March 18, 2017, 2:17 p.m.(2/12/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Simone
Dear Me,
Every member of the family that welcomes me back, I feel more complete. Soon I'll be whole. I'm so happy!
I've missed me.
Also Simone. I've missed Simmy so very much. And now I can forgive her, which is lovely. I had a horrible pain in my heart.
Unfortunately, our last visit was too brief. Lourche brought all the brandy just a fraction too late, and I had to make him put it all back.
It was a /lot/ of brandy.
More soon!
Happily Me,
Me
Every member of the family that welcomes me back, I feel more complete. Soon I'll be whole. I'm so happy!
I've missed me.
Also Simone. I've missed Simmy so very much. And now I can forgive her, which is lovely. I had a horrible pain in my heart.
Unfortunately, our last visit was too brief. Lourche brought all the brandy just a fraction too late, and I had to make him put it all back.
It was a /lot/ of brandy.
More soon!
Happily Me,
Me
Written By Dulcinea
March 16, 2017, 11:50 p.m.(2/9/1006 AR)
Dear Me,
I may have met a demigod. I feel as though I should have come away from the experience with more wisdom than I did.
Also, the world is going to hell in a shavbasket.
Unrelated.
More later. For now there must by brandy. And pie.
Alllll the pie.
Sweet Dreams, Me.
Cheers,
Me
I may have met a demigod. I feel as though I should have come away from the experience with more wisdom than I did.
Also, the world is going to hell in a shavbasket.
Unrelated.
More later. For now there must by brandy. And pie.
Alllll the pie.
Sweet Dreams, Me.
Cheers,
Me
Written By Dulcinea
March 16, 2017, 7:24 p.m.(2/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
Dear Me,
I believe it would be more prudent to commit these thoughts to the black journals.
Your Loving Friend,
Me
I believe it would be more prudent to commit these thoughts to the black journals.
Your Loving Friend,
Me
Written By Dulcinea
March 16, 2017, 5:30 p.m.(2/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Dear Me,
I have met a jeweler and craftsperson and I believe Percy said she's the head of a guild or something of that nature but what /matters/ is she's /just/ delightful and has the most wonderful hair. Also she gave me a present.
I think we shall have the most fun together.
With Admiration,
Me
I have met a jeweler and craftsperson and I believe Percy said she's the head of a guild or something of that nature but what /matters/ is she's /just/ delightful and has the most wonderful hair. Also she gave me a present.
I think we shall have the most fun together.
With Admiration,
Me
Written By Dulcinea
March 16, 2017, 5:24 p.m.(2/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
Dear Me,
I do so love my cousin. He's very handsome and might be even smarter than I, which is ever so impressive. If there weren't that pesky consanguinity issue, I'm sure I would marry him. I cannot understand how the union of two brilliant, exceedingly attractive would people produces ugly imbeciles -- it's simply not mathematical -- but I accept this is the case. Therefore, a woman worthy of him must be found.
This brings me to the soul of my missive, dearest Me: it has lately come to my attention that some hideous cow has broken my cousin's heart. I hope she gets warts in unmentionable places and beetles crawl in her ears and no one ever loves her. Also that she sits on a fish... because... then I'd laugh at her. Whoever she is. If I see some wretched mimsy sit on a fish, I shall know her and SHE shall know my TERRIBLE VENGEANCE.
(You must remember: caution Percy not to reconcile in the event that the fish-sitter gets the warts I've wished upon her.)
Ah.
I feel better now.
Affectionately,
Me
I do so love my cousin. He's very handsome and might be even smarter than I, which is ever so impressive. If there weren't that pesky consanguinity issue, I'm sure I would marry him. I cannot understand how the union of two brilliant, exceedingly attractive would people produces ugly imbeciles -- it's simply not mathematical -- but I accept this is the case. Therefore, a woman worthy of him must be found.
This brings me to the soul of my missive, dearest Me: it has lately come to my attention that some hideous cow has broken my cousin's heart. I hope she gets warts in unmentionable places and beetles crawl in her ears and no one ever loves her. Also that she sits on a fish... because... then I'd laugh at her. Whoever she is. If I see some wretched mimsy sit on a fish, I shall know her and SHE shall know my TERRIBLE VENGEANCE.
(You must remember: caution Percy not to reconcile in the event that the fish-sitter gets the warts I've wished upon her.)
Ah.
I feel better now.
Affectionately,
Me
Written By Dulcinea
March 16, 2017, 5:03 p.m.(2/8/1006 AR)
Dear Me,
Today I met the most horrible man. I saved him from certain death, but was he grateful? No. And my hat was ruined. The blue one with the demi-veil that goes so perfectly with my blue velvet riding habit. It was stepped on and I'm /quite/ sure it was he who did the stepping. Then he mocked it, my poor, ruined hat. Actually, I think he was mocking me by way of my hat, which only makes him more horrible. I gave him a piece of my mind (of which I have more than enough to spare, being prodigious of intellect, and he seemed to need rather badly). Did he thank me for /that?/ Of course not.
I hope seagulls poke him in the head.
I'm entirely out of sorts, now. I think I'll have a warm bath, some brandy, and find Percy. Tormenting Percy is always soothing.
Love and Admiration,
Me
Today I met the most horrible man. I saved him from certain death, but was he grateful? No. And my hat was ruined. The blue one with the demi-veil that goes so perfectly with my blue velvet riding habit. It was stepped on and I'm /quite/ sure it was he who did the stepping. Then he mocked it, my poor, ruined hat. Actually, I think he was mocking me by way of my hat, which only makes him more horrible. I gave him a piece of my mind (of which I have more than enough to spare, being prodigious of intellect, and he seemed to need rather badly). Did he thank me for /that?/ Of course not.
I hope seagulls poke him in the head.
I'm entirely out of sorts, now. I think I'll have a warm bath, some brandy, and find Percy. Tormenting Percy is always soothing.
Love and Admiration,
Me
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