Written By Serafine
Jan. 27, 2018, 8:32 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
I saw the little bugger again today. A boy, dirtiest blonde hair I've ever seen, scampering under the a cart in the lowers with a -sack- full of stolen food. Now, I usually leave such as this alone, ain't none of my business as Leta would say, but he took all of this from a food merchant who's entire livelihood is selling her wares and shit has been tight. Don't need to tell you that, do I, scholar?
So I gave chase. He took me through some of the darker alleys in the Lowers; the Cullers have people around those parts and most know me, I think the brat expected them to give me a fuss. The Lowers is my route, he can't know this, but I suspect the whole 'nobleman' thing was all he considered. The frustration on his darlin' little face was worth the jog. Anyway, I caught up to him while he was running behind the Crown Apartments, snagged his ankle before he managed to squirm through a tunnel, a sewer duct? that was more frozen than he expected.
He howled like an alley cat the whole way, lad slung over my shoulder. He tried to bite me. I bit him back.
The food merchant was in tears. I put the boy on his feet in front of her and let her scream at him. The lad shrank a good foot into himself. He mumbled an apology without prompting. The merchant (Tabitha, I think that's her name) wiped her face and held out her hand. He hesitated until I growled, forked over the sack of food. She looked through it, counted, then looked up at me and quoted the price. I nodded. I gave her the coin, she gave him the sack.
Little bastard sat, frozen, for a good minute until she mimed throwing a stone at him (she wasn't, though it's been a stressful winter for everyone). He scampered off.
Coming home tonight, my walk to the Uppers is usually a quiet one; daresay most everyone is used to me by now, even after my disappearing act this fall. My doorstep has its own lantern, and tucked into the doormat was a little paper flower. Dirty, mind, but prettily-made. It was dark; I looked around, didn't see anyone, but I'm certain I heard rapid footsteps in the distance.
Kids.
So I gave chase. He took me through some of the darker alleys in the Lowers; the Cullers have people around those parts and most know me, I think the brat expected them to give me a fuss. The Lowers is my route, he can't know this, but I suspect the whole 'nobleman' thing was all he considered. The frustration on his darlin' little face was worth the jog. Anyway, I caught up to him while he was running behind the Crown Apartments, snagged his ankle before he managed to squirm through a tunnel, a sewer duct? that was more frozen than he expected.
He howled like an alley cat the whole way, lad slung over my shoulder. He tried to bite me. I bit him back.
The food merchant was in tears. I put the boy on his feet in front of her and let her scream at him. The lad shrank a good foot into himself. He mumbled an apology without prompting. The merchant (Tabitha, I think that's her name) wiped her face and held out her hand. He hesitated until I growled, forked over the sack of food. She looked through it, counted, then looked up at me and quoted the price. I nodded. I gave her the coin, she gave him the sack.
Little bastard sat, frozen, for a good minute until she mimed throwing a stone at him (she wasn't, though it's been a stressful winter for everyone). He scampered off.
Coming home tonight, my walk to the Uppers is usually a quiet one; daresay most everyone is used to me by now, even after my disappearing act this fall. My doorstep has its own lantern, and tucked into the doormat was a little paper flower. Dirty, mind, but prettily-made. It was dark; I looked around, didn't see anyone, but I'm certain I heard rapid footsteps in the distance.
Kids.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 25, 2018, 5:53 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Apologies made and still harpies screech for more. More blood, more this, more that. And people say -I'm- unbecoming of a noblewoman.
Let the princess speak for herself, stop speaking for her, and stop trying to borrow trouble.
Yeesh.
Let the princess speak for herself, stop speaking for her, and stop trying to borrow trouble.
Yeesh.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 24, 2018, 4:34 p.m.(1/12/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Leta
Oh? Need someone to spoil you, is it? Hmm.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 21, 2018, 11:16 p.m.(1/6/1008 AR)
So it looks like our fat mouser, Meowlarice, has been rolling around in the alleys of Arx and is now with-kitten. She's bound to pop in a month or so. Anyone want one?
Written By Serafine
Jan. 21, 2018, 9:37 p.m.(1/6/1008 AR)
Being on this side of the birthing process, I didn't realize how traumatizing it could be. Catching babies is no joke, and they come out all gross and -not- pink and for a little bit, you wonder if your sister didn't give birth to a squalling, cheese-coated lamb. But this wasn't the case, and I have two perfectly adorable baby nieces. Eleyna's tits are going to be as sore as my ass after rearranging Leta's clothes, and -she- will have no let up I'm sure. Unless she has a wet nurse, which... Gods, I'd have loved that when I had my cubs. Can you imagine? Being able to sleep the whole night while someone else grabs your baby and feeds them, and you can sleep the whole night? I mean sleeping the whole. The WHOLE night.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 18, 2018, 9:59 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)
I'm suddenly reminded of that time I filled someone's room with rats. I had my arms full, carrying a crate of the adorable, squeaky things, and even knowing what I intended to do with them, local kin was kind enough to point out my victim's room.
I forget who it was.
I forget who it was.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 17, 2018, 2:56 a.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Your husband's description of your daughter, whom I'm told is a pearl of a beautiful girl, brings to mind a squalling infant made entirely of tentacles and rage, spewing bodily fluids in every direction.
I can't sleep now. It's a description that haunts me.
My children were more like bundles of dough covered in arrowheads and teeth. I mean, they grew out of it, but-
-YES, scholar, I know very well that Astrid is a princess and adorable as most babies are. But did you read what he wrote? He made her sound like a feces ejaculating squid-monster. That he adores and loves to pieces.
Wriggling, poo-covered pieces.
I can't sleep now. It's a description that haunts me.
My children were more like bundles of dough covered in arrowheads and teeth. I mean, they grew out of it, but-
-YES, scholar, I know very well that Astrid is a princess and adorable as most babies are. But did you read what he wrote? He made her sound like a feces ejaculating squid-monster. That he adores and loves to pieces.
Wriggling, poo-covered pieces.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 17, 2018, 2:52 a.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
-shit, I got beer all over this page, SCHOLAR! STOP WRITING and get m-
Written By Serafine
Jan. 14, 2018, 9:54 p.m.(12/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
All the other 'grown ups' died under mysterious circumstances.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 12, 2018, 9:45 p.m.(12/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Gwenna
I put a severed head in my sister and her beloved's bed because I slept in the next room and they never stopped played 'vixens and serpents' at all hours of the night.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 12, 2018, 8:01 p.m.(12/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
We don't know each other, but I'd still be happy to find where he sleeps and dump honey in his bed.
Ants. And it's a bitch to wash that shit out.
Ants. And it's a bitch to wash that shit out.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 12, 2018, 1:11 p.m.(12/14/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Nierzen
You, laddy buck, are -dreadfully- misinformed.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 10, 2018, 3:51 p.m.(12/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
I lived next to you for most of your 'courtship' and I'm pretty sure I heard the conception of my nephew from clear across the city.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 10, 2018, 3:51 p.m.(12/10/1007 AR)
I'm not near as good at poetry as my Leta, alas.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 10, 2018, 3:39 p.m.(12/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
I once knew a girl with gold hair
who pretended to never've cared
for the princes and dukes
(always one for rebukes)
a insisted she'd never be paired.
But then came a man on a horse
dark, he was, and quite coarse.
his grip very divine,
(his ass? oh quite fine)
and his hips, aye quite the force.
Now? They're really quite gross,
writing sonnets of who-loves-who most.
Headboard loudly beats,
(gods I hate how sound seeps)
And two heirs theirs to toast.
who pretended to never've cared
for the princes and dukes
(always one for rebukes)
a insisted she'd never be paired.
But then came a man on a horse
dark, he was, and quite coarse.
his grip very divine,
(his ass? oh quite fine)
and his hips, aye quite the force.
Now? They're really quite gross,
writing sonnets of who-loves-who most.
Headboard loudly beats,
(gods I hate how sound seeps)
And two heirs theirs to toast.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 5, 2018, 10:32 p.m.(11/28/1007 AR)
Oy, so here's a story about a valley, see? A valley riddled with snakes and vipers, and the rocky edge above it. The cubs of this tribe were brave, they'd slither on their bellies on the stone ridge and take this little wrist-slings, like childs' toys, armed with stones, and fling pebbles with great force at the serpents below. If they hit the -right- snake, the whole mess would start to fight and snap, and the kids would be entertained for hours. But no one asked why this particular little crack in the quarry, barely more than an ant's ravine, had so many of the creatures at the bottom. I still don't know why. But that's where that tattoo came from, the stone and serpent on my hip. But that's the only one you're gettin' out of me today, scholar, I'ven't the booze in me to talk about the others.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 3, 2018, 2:36 p.m.(11/23/1007 AR)
Nothing says 'homecoming' like the city's largest mug of the cheapest spirits.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 3, 2018, 2:28 p.m.(11/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Bastien
Oh aye? And here I thought it was because my shit reeks of lavender and my ink looks nice. All along it was my title and name bringing all the boys to my yard.
Written By Serafine
Dec. 25, 2017, 3:37 a.m.(11/3/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
Ha ha hah haaa haaaaa haaaaa.
Written By Serafine
Dec. 25, 2017, 3:36 a.m.(11/3/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
Shit, you got -married-?
Slap my ass and call me wenched, what a wonderful surprise. Congratulations!
Slap my ass and call me wenched, what a wonderful surprise. Congratulations!
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